[Out of Milliways: Welcome to Hell]

[slayer_fray]

[OOC: after this]

So this is Hell?

The seering pain of the journey still throbs in Mel's midsection, as she doubles over, panting. She retches, one, two, three, times, until it feels like everythng she's ever eaten ever has been rejected from her body. She'd throw up her Slayer demon if she could.

Eventually, sweating in the heat and from exhaustion, she pushes herself up to stand. Brown, sparse desert spreads in all directions, littered with tiwsted dead red trees. The whole barrenm landscape is bathed in a dull, faintly red light, but no shadows are cast, and a scan of the red and black sky reveals no orb which could be emitting such light.

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[dreamer_fray]

Behind her, Harth hauls himself up to his knees. It seems to have had a slightly less violent effect on the vampire. But the skin where the flame had touched hurts, though it hadn't destroyed as flame should have.

Though the memory of the agony of that journey is still all-too-vivid and has left him weak, he grins, turning to regard his sister.

[slayer_fray]

Mel ignores it. She's recovering. She'll get over it. She turns to look behind them, in the direction they seemed to have arrived from, and turns three-sixty degrees before back to Harth.

"OK, what the hell was that?"

[dreamer_fray]

The young vampire shrugs, features smoothing back to those of her fourteen-year-old twin. "Didn't know that would happen?" He smirks. "Should have guessed, really."

He jumps lightly to his feet, wincing slightly. "Also, hiya Mel!"

[slayer_fray]

"Didn't know it would happen? I was told 'portal'." She glares at Harth. It's all his fault, somehow.

"What happened to the others?"

[dreamer_fray]

He rolls his eyes in the face of her glare.

"Well, I didn't see any of them gettin' stabbed by tentacles of fire. Odds are they're back there scratchin' their heads."

[slayer_fray]

Mel shakes her head. looking to either side briefly.

"They wouldn't just stand there. Mikey wouldn't..."

Oh god, he's done something stupid, hasn't he?

[dreamer_fray]

Harth tilts his head at her, with a slight smirk.

"Ain't much he can do now, Mel."

[slayer_fray]

She scowls at him.

"No, there ain't.

"But there's stuff I gotta do. Without you. So ifya don't mind..."

She doesn't turn her back on him, but she does look pointedly beyond him.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth laughs mirthlessly.

"Sure there is, Mel. Y'got your mission. I got mine."

He stays right where he is.

[slayer_fray]

Mel looks at him steadily.

Then her scythe is in her hand. His mission is the same as hers, and she knows beyond anything else, that he must not get the amulet.

And they're not in the Bar anymore.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth's smile darkens just noticably, but remains.

He shifts his stance. And suddenly doesn't look quite so young.

Softly, "Come on, then."

[slayer_fray]

She doesn't need inviting, and throws hwerself forward, stake end of her scythe heading straight towards her brother's heart.

[dreamer_fray]

One thing about being physically small and thin - it makes speed and strength look even more impressive. The difference between the boy that froze in terror at the sight of the vampire Icarus, and clung to his sister has never been more apparent as he spins out of her path, thrusting one hand out hard to deflect the scythe, throwing a vicious elbow at her midsection as he turns, unnaturally fast.

[slayer_fray]

Mel can't help it. She's impressed. Even when he's hurt her before, hit her, pulled her hari, tossed her acorss the room like a doll, she's never fought him, one on one before.

He fights well.

The elbow catches her in an already sore area and she gasps in pain and breathlessness as she's thrown back.

But she uses that movement to bring a foot up to kick him.

[dreamer_fray]

She always fights well, he knows that. But watching her, as he's done before... that's nothing to fighting her.

Harth uses the momentum and rolls with the kick, ignoring the pain and sweeping one leg hard under hers to knock her to the floor.

[slayer_fray]

That's fine, she was flipping back anyway. His leg merely adds to her momentum as she completes the roll in midair and swings the scythe - her scythe, towards him where he is after the kick.

She's almost enjoying herself.

[dreamer_fray]

He rolls to the side, catching hold of the scythe with one hand to immobilise it as he springs to his feet, and Harth is enjoying himself, he's grinning even as he fights her with vicious, savage precision of movement. The vampire hauls on the scythe in an attempt to throw her off balance, aiming a punch at her solar plexus as he does so.

[slayer_fray]

OW.

Mel's stomach is still weak, and that punch causes her to briefly dry retch again, but she doesn't let go of the scythe, nor lose her balance, as she uses her left hand to aim a return punch towards his face.

[dreamer_fray]

His head snaps to the side from the force of the blow, but he takes that opportunity to nip sharply at her hand, fangs flashing briefly, before he's grinning again, still wearing the face of her brother.

[slayer_fray]

That's... actually, that's really disgusting, but Melaka's used to it. She yanks her scythe back towards her.

[dreamer_fray]

He laughs, releasing the scythe without a fight, and dives after it, using his momentum to throw her to the floor.

[slayer_fray]

The laugh angers her, the anger gives her fire.

As she hits the floor, she rolls back onto her shoulders, kicking her legs up to send him over her head, followubg in a roll.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth turns in the air, landing on his hands and cartwheeling forward as she's following him. He may possibly be showing off a little.

He lands hard on his feet and spins, aiming a kick at Melaka as soon as she's close enough.

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The area is known, and usually avoided, althought sometimes the power there will call out to the many demons inhabiting this world.

Now, the arrival of these two half demons has been noticed. Even as they dance their deadly, dangerous dance, they are being watched.

[slayer_fray]

Mel drops a shoulder to take the kick, and lets the momentum carry her around, landing on her feet the other side of Harth.

The wooden end of her wepon is already heading home.