The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights.
Arden heard someone whisper in his ear. He knew it was impossible, seeing that he was surrounded by the screaming wounded, but he heart it anyway. And trusted. He raised his sword in the air and shouted for his lovers to follow, and they swam through the battle, bloodying their swords. The Queen was in danger.
They arrived too late. Too late. Hercules was laughing, almost gleeful. He held light in his hand. Xena was cradling a screaming Gabrielle in her arms. Iolaus had dropped the basket and it rolled from his feet. He was staring at the Sovereign with something beyond hatred in his eyes. He just happened to glance their way, and a decision was made.
They rushed as one.
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She barely heard him. She could barely see for the tears. She'd stopped the bloodflow with the application of pressure points, but she couldn't leave them on. Desperately she tied strips of leather to stop the bleeding, then she released the points and Gabrielle screamed again. Oh Gods, what was she going to do.
Revenge.
She felt it more than heard it. Her head lifted and she watched emotionlessly as Gabrielle's cousin and amazons were lifted and pushed brutally away by the Soveriegn. She didn't blink.
Revenge.
His hand touched her shoulder. "I'll take care of her, Go." It was warm, familiar, family. Xena heard the promise, but wasn't even aware of when she let go of Gabrielle, or that the woman slid into someone else's arms.
Revenge.
"Go Get him, Xena. Fight for her. Make him pay," Ares said, as he tenderly held the sobbing bard in his arms. The dark warlord didn't hear him, except in her blood.
Revenge.
He was so surprised, so disappointed. The Soveriegn hit Iolaus hard enough to knock the warrior unconscious, promising to make the man pay for his stupidity another time. Something with chains this next time.
He turned, and bruised some blonde woman, connecting fist to stomach. He brushed away the darker woman with a casual sideswipe. The man, who attacked the Sovereign, was still shaking his head, trying to clear it, so the muscular man kicked him brutally in the ribs. He screamed satisfactorily.
Gods this was a good day.
There was a whooshing in the air, then a sting along his upper arm. What the? The Sovereign looked down and watched in astonishment as blood trickled down his arm. He looked back up, stared into feral blue eyes, and knew his world had just changed.
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