Dweomer/Geist Mountain cave
Jude found himself wishing Lucretia had eyes he could stare into. And that she wasn’t in the damn armor. He lightly brushed her hair from her face, caressing her cheek. “Of course I remember Silver Bluff,”
he murmured quietly. He found himself lost in the moment as he started to lean into Lucretia.
Then he caught movement from the corner of his eye and stiffened as the black mass of the alien intelligence slithered to the floor and took the form of a naked, alabaster-skinned, raven-haired beautiful woman.
Jude hissed as shadowy armor formed around the woman and she grew taller, gloating. A host of snake people slithered from the walls, armed to the teeth.
But they weren’t alone. Pender Lumpkiss had brought an airship and the rest of the former 13th, Max, Zan, Jitters, and the cyber-knights, and even Flint!
“Family reunions are a bitch, aren’t they, Geist?”
Jude said, grinning. He turned back to Lucretia. “We’ll continue this later.”
He grabbed her and kissed her deeply, then slid her helmet back on, before putting on his own and turning to face the oncoming horde. He couldn’t help but watch her elegance of battle as she fought.
But then something went wrong. Jude felt the magic of his control over her fade. “Shit!”
And now he found himself facing that deadly elegance!
“Luce! You can fight this! This isn’t what you want. That means you can fight it!”
He knew enough about the magic of the spell.
Lucretia charged at Jude. He ducked and stepped past her, bringing up his rifle, blasting a charging group of snake men. It was hard to fight, avoiding a deadly cuisinart cyber-knight while blasting at hordes of snake people. He couldn’t keep his eye on the entire battle. He kept trying to get through to Lucretia.
“You can fight it! Lucretia, you said you loved me. Right? Is that what you were going to say? Focus on that. Keep that in your mind. Use it! Let it give you stre--”
Jude’s words were cut off as he was grabbed from behind by one of the snake men. He struggled to get free. Lucretia walked up calmly, her helmet masking her features. She ran her psi-blade straight through Jude and into the snake man behind as she flipped up the visor, giving him a grin, the purple gone from her blank sockets.
Jude muttered as she withdrew her blade.
“It’s just a flesh wound,”
Lucretia said, teasing. She cleared out a space for Jude to catch his breath. “I’m still fighting,”
Lucretia said. “She could get me again. Don’t trust me, Jude.”
She flipped her helmet back down.
Jude nodded and got up. Surprising amount of blood for a flesh wound, but then he’d known and survived worse. He kept Lucretia’s words in mind, however, but as long as she was slicing and dicing snake people, he would be happy.