Master Mages Marriage 51 Wrath

With the force of a raging Dragon, her punch shattered the wall. It was beyond devastation; the power turning everything in front of her into a fine powder. Clouds of dust shrouded the hallway she'd broken into, alarmed shouts rising as Elya dashed in. The recent combat within Konstanz's streets and buildings had broadened the expertise of her cohort. Urban combat had never been considered a necessity for the Knights of Chernigov until they stormed Nostrum's tower at least. Still, they'd been caught unawares on many occasions by the gang members surprise attacks as they smashed through walls and floors, bringing a spatial dynamic to the combat Elya had never considered.

They learned quickly though, using the Knights greater individual strength to punch through the walls of a building from multiple directions and bring the fight to their enemies with vicious speed.

Wisps of aura drifted from Elya's body, the killing intent and Draconic essence inducing terror amongst the criminals she tore into. The Dragon aura responded strongly to emotion, rising in tune to her feelings.

Especially anger.

She seethed with anger.

She'd given herself to the Draconic essence as the combat dragged on, subsuming her rationality for greater power. Something seemed to have snapped within her soul after Nikolai was taken, her calm vanis.h.i.+ng and primal emotions drowning her senses. There was a reason Dragons, for all their power were pushed away from Imperial lands. They were beings who followed their urges, unwilling in most cases to think in the long term. While Elya wasn't that far gone, her eyes had taken on a faint golden tinge, pupils thinning and warping in a dark reptilian style.

Limbs flew with every flash of her blade, screaming enemies falling to the floor clutching the stumps of arms or legs. Even in her anger, Elya remembered to keep them alive. What she needed was information, not corpses. With a flick of her wrist the wide-eyed boy facing Elya gaped at his hand arcing away from them, still grasping the knife he'd tried to stab her with. Flowing past the dull thug, Elya delivered a furious punch to catch a scantily clad screaming woman across the jaw, sending her flying into two burly thugs trying to join the combat.

She was cold.

Merciless.

With every attack, Elya's speed increased until she was almost sprinting down the corridor, barrelling through anyone unfortunate enough to stand in her way, the now scarred armour she wore acting like a weapon. Broken bodies littered the floor behind her as she burst through the door at the end of the hallway which according to their intelligence would lead to the boss of this gang. One of the few the Black Hand hadn't been able to infiltrate till date.

Bolts streaked towards her as the door splintered, rubble flying in every direction under her charge. The sense of danger within her spiked and rapidly revolving Draconic aura in her throat she roared.

The sound was deafening, aura manifesting as a hazy red wave which flashed across the room, causing the bolts to crumble and flinging the crossbowmen who were scrambling to reload into the walls. A m.u.f.fled grunt to her right had her blade slas.h.i.+ng out instantly, sparking against a hastily raised s.h.i.+eld.

Elya spun on her heel, following up with a ma.s.sive overhand blow which sent the s.h.i.+eld-bearer retreating, yet somehow he managed to recover enough to send a clumsy swing of his mace at her. Deftly parrying, she closed in on the man, wrenching his s.h.i.+eld aside. His eyes trembled in fear and the stale stench of cheap ale lingered on his breath. It was a surprise he still remained standing in the face of her power. The hilt of Elya's sword crushed the man's temple, his eyes rolling back at the blow.

A s.h.i.+ver rose on her neck and Elya drew on her powers in a surge, the surroundings slowing down as she sped up. Dropping into a crouch and spinning, she caught sight of her target, the infamous Little Viper, Shumaz Kardian, firing a bolt from a concealed launcher in her sleeve from behind an upturned desk. Even with Elya's increased acceleration, the bolt was streaking towards her in her vision but she still reached out to pluck it from the air.

To the cowering gang leader behind the desk, Elya's motions would have been a blur, and it showed on her face, horror spreading across it as Elya advanced on her.

Elya raised the bolt, catching a whiff of some unknown substance coating its head.

"So. You tried to poison me." Elya rasped, her voice hoa.r.s.e from the tears she'd shed while rocking in Nikolai's chair. With a clench, the bolt's shaft snapped, the pieces clattering to the floor.

Looming over the woman, Elya kicked the desk aside, ignoring its weight as her aura infused muscles sent it spinning away. Her hand closed on Kardian's throat and raised the gang leader into the air, ignoring the woman's feeble attempts to claw her mailed fist away.

Elya might have felt sympathy for any other criminal, but not the Little Viper. The woman was a vicious leech, preying on the weak and revelling in violence and torture. Their a.s.sault had come through the women's 'pleasure chambers', cutting through the torturers and freeing prisoners as they pressed deeper into the compound. Anyone who could do that, deserved all the violence Elya brought to bear.

She raised her sword until Kardian could see it clearly, steaming blood still dripping from the magical blade. She'd opted to bring along Razors Edge instead of her regular weapon, feeling greater comfort with the sword Nikolai had gifted her. Elya felt the blade was aware its creator had been captured and thirsted for vengeance.

At least, that's what she wanted to believe.

It was possible.

Nikolai was magical after all.

"Where is he?" The words dropped from her lips like leaden weights, promising violence if she wasn't answered. The sight of the blade only served to fuel Elya's rage.

"Who?" Kardian's eyes spun in her head, terrified, her legs flailing against Elya's armour.

"My fiancée." Elya's fist tightened, eliciting squeaking gurgles from Kardian's throat. "I won't ask again. Where is he?"

"I don't know." Kardian begged, tears dripping from her eyes. Elya's hand loosened and the gang leader whimpered in relief, but she must have seen something in Elya's blank expression and she gasped. "No! Don't kill me! I'll talk!"

Elya continued to stare at the woman, her silence only making Kardian tremble even more.

"They talked about it. Kidnapping the Count I mean. But I didn't want to. You have to believe me!" Elya wouldn't even trust this woman with her garbage. By all accounts she lied as easily as breathing. "By the Fates, who'd make a move against a War Mage? The silver masked one was adamant he could suppress the Count's magical abilities though. That's why the plan even existed."

"Silver mask?" That was the first time she'd heard about him, the other conspirators named so far by their captives were only merchants and a few Selevani n.o.bles who acted as suppliers. While the names would aid in bringing down the Stardust trade, none of the people mentioned had the ability or courage to move against Nikolai.

"Yes. The Mage." Kardian nodded furiously, eyes s.h.i.+ning with hope now that Elya was showing interest. "He always wears a plain silver mask and a dark brown cloak."

Elya frowned, that wasn't really enough information to find the man. He seemed to be the best lead into Nikolai's kidnapping so far.

"What else do you know about him? Do you know where he stays?"

"No. He comes and goes as he pleases. But I've heard him mention a house within the town. He wears a crimson pin on his cloak. It's some kind of bird. That's all I know." Kardian gasped for breath as Elya's hands tightened again and she blurted out more information in a rush but it contained nothing which could lead to Nikolai's location.

Elya tossed the woman into a wall, not bothering to watch her slide into unconsciousness at the force. The crimson bird pin was almost certainly an eagle, a clear sign that the Vilinian Magical Corps was involved.

"Elya. Are you alright?" Alexis had come into the room while she was thinking, carefully stepping around the damage and bodies. Knights and guardsmen came in after her to arrest the criminals but Elya ignored them, lost in thought.

"I'm fine." Elya shook her head and whispered after a moment. Sighing, she recounted Kardian's information, wiping her sword clean with a rag and sheathing it.

"At least it's a lead." Alexis nodded. She hesitated before her next words, licking her lips and drawing a deep breath. "I know you're upset, but you can't lead the attacks like this. It's too dangerous. If we lose you as well… I don't know what would happen."

Elya nodded curtly, sweeping out of the room, considering the next location they would strike. Alexis sighed at her silence.

"The Count's parents are outside, and there's a problem."

"What?"

"Well… They're very upset. I think they may do something… rash."

Elya stopped suddenly and spun to face her friend. "Do you expect me to stop them?" she asked.

"No. Just don't lose sight of why we're attacking. If we're distracted, the Count would remain in our enemies hands longer."

"You don't have to remind me." The thought haunted her. She could only continue these attacks until the Savant's reply came. It had abilities which could reveal Nikolai's location according to its… representative. However, the more information it received the greater the accuracy of its divination. That's why she'd launched these attacks so quickly, catching both her own people and their enemies off guard.

Caressing Razors Edge, she went to meet her in-laws. With the mood she was in, not only would she not dissuade them, she might even join whatever they were planning.

As long as it brought Nikolai back sooner.

That was all that mattered.