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Linovahle Residence, (Kilia and Jonathan)

Jonathan had simply nodded and watched as she left. Half smiling to himself he wondered exactly how their partnership will work. "Hey, Jonathan. Since it's now the two of us, let's think about how to decorate this place." The Grey Knight stated with a small smile on his face.

"Go find a deep hole or bug another family member you ghost, spirit, hallucination, AI, thing. Whatever you are. Haven't you given my mind enough trouble?" Jonathan asked rhetorically. He sighed as he then felt a sudden rumbling and shaking noise. "Great Grandpa Damian? Please tell me that wasn't your stomach."

"Sh!" Was all Jonathan got in answer of the Grey Knight as he listened very carefully at the noise. "You're gonna have company in a moment Robin, better strategize now." As Jonathan looked at the Grey knight strangely and was about to ask what he meant, suddenly he felt a pushing force and heard the sound of several windows in other rooms breaking along with something else breaking as well. He hit his head on the wall and groaned for a moment. Then he heard Kilia screaming and shouting for him.

"Kilia!" He said in alarm as he ran towards the hallway and stairs. "Wait for me Numbnuts!!" the Grey Knight angrily shouted, "And use your swords this time instead of that Flimsy gun!!"

Jonathan was about to retort on what was wrong with Grave, but he knew the answer well, Whilst Grave was good for ranged combat, he had an accuracy problem if the light shone in his eyes. His swordsmanship skills on the other hand were good, close to being near best. But he didn't know, he hasn't dueled any of the World's best sword wielders. It'd be one thing off his Bucket list.

He reached the stairs and ran down towards Kilia's screams and stops short near the entry.

"First, analyze the situation. Don't go charging in without thinking." Jonathan thought to himself. He looked carefully and saw Kilia on the floor near the couch and saw The other woman, her golden eyes making her almost unnatural to believe is real.

"Jon, you'd better fight that entity quick!!" The Grey Knight said. Robin was about to shout at the Grey Knight but he quickly clamped his mouth shut. He slowly brought out his Magic System and started to Summon his twin Hand and a Half Swords. The 'Wings of Freedom' as the template was called.

He then walked out slowly, the swords appearing in his hand. They looked like dazzling craftsmanship, the twin silver blades shone like starlight upon a moonlit night, they almost looked so similar to each other. The only main difference is the color of their hilts. One was a black color, almost akin to a Raven's Eye. The other was as blue as the summer sky.

Then he did possibly the most dangerous thing in his life. He started to get the other woman's attention by tapping his swords together in a singular rhythm.

"Hey. Step away from the girl." He said as he got in a ready stance, holding one sword almost parallel to the ground whilst the other in a defensive position.

Kilia looked up as she heard Robin come down the stairs. In his hands were a pair of swords, she would have been in awe at their beauty had it not been for the certain situation she was presently in. Her heart hammered hard in her chest as she lay there, combating both fear and her bodies unwillingness to move. The Goddess that had been making her way towards Kilia stopped. Behind her, in the hall next to the staircase, Kilia spotted her mother, her arm out against the Guardian's chest. They were going to watch for the moment. Kilia's mother wanted to see what Robin was capable of. It made Kilia's stomach churn, the families (or rather her own) were not the greatest when it came to parenting.

The Goddesses orange gaze slid over to the boy standing there, her eyes lit up just a bit, "The Grey Knight. Or rather an ancestor of him. I can see his ghost follows you around," the Goddess commented lightly. Kilia's eyebrow lifted but she didn't think on it too much.

"Robin..." she called softly, "Be careful."

"Don't worry, little Seer, I won't hurt him too much. Just enough to make him unable to move anymore. That way he can watch this house burn with everyone in it. You'll help me to do that," the woman said smoothly. Lifting her hand, a spark of energy gathered there before crackling into brilliant flashes of light that snapped and popped all along her fingers, "Well, what are you waiting for, boy?"

"The only one who shall burn is thou. I am not the Grey Knight, but you're right about my direct Lineage to him. But Grey I am not. I am his successor who's light shall burn more brightly then he, I am the Silver Knight." After giving that introduction he watched her carefully at the spells the goddess had. "This won't end well, just relax, keep calm, and breathe, then fight!" He thought. He then ran towards the Goddess, his arms still locked in the stance he was in, he struck at the woman with one blade and keeping the other in a defensive manuver, hoping he lands the first strike.

"Son of a Black Dragon Broodmother! She sees me?!?!" Damian the Grey Knight shouted to himself in surprise.

The Goddess arched an eyebrow, "Silver Knight is it? Well then, lets see how well you stand up to me," she grinned as he rushed her. The blade slashed out at her and she backstepped, avoiding the attack. Her hand still held the power, crackling all along her palm and wrist, slowly snaking up to her elbow, "You've good form, little knight. Perhaps I should introduce myself, yes? Veia, Goddess of Destruction. It's such a pleasure," she hissed the last word as she lunged forward after dodging his attacks. Her hand covered in the power didn't aim for him particularly, but for his sword where it would conduct far faster the electric power rushing across her arm.

Jonathan's eyes widened as he realized that this was possibly a powerful goddess he was facing, not only that she knew his Lineage. Which means she knew Not only His Ancestor, but the other Two knights whom he rode with. Samuel The Gold, and Samuel's Twin Brother, Darion the Onyx, also Called Turncoat, and Dark One.

Mentally shaking off the realization, he barely had time to move his sword, but the electric current caught hold of his Sword and sent the shock upwards in his arm. He grimaced in pain and stepped back a bit but he held his ground as he gave a motion to attack her head, if she raised her arms up to block the blow, or even move the other way, he'd swiftly change the direction of his blade to slice at her midsection, hoping to scratch her.

Behind the Couch Damian was watching, almost biting his nails in shock and anticipation to see if his Descendant had what it took to actually succeed his Legacy.

"Robin!" Kilia shouted as the Goddess's power raced up his sword and struck him. She moved then, her knees finally unlocking from the jarring blow she'd taken a few minutes ago. Stumbling a bit she stood up, but then she wasn't sure what she was going to do to help. She wasn't a fighter, and she certainly wasn't going to get in the way to make things worse for him. She was a healer! Grinding her teeth a bit, she struggled with herself for several moments.

"Why!? Why do you insist on doing these things?!" She shouted.

The Goddess Veia moved, dropping back from the swing to her head, she felt the other weapon come at her midsection. It cut through her clothes and skin, but nothing seriously deep to keep her from fighting. With a slight hiss, she glowered at the Silver Knight, "You don't understand anything you ignorant little girl," the Goddess growled back, "The Gods are at war with each other and in order to survive we need more power. That power comes from you humans. There are millions of you, while there are only a handful of us. Don't you think it's only natural to take what is plentiful, much like you humans take for yourselves?"

Kilia was shocked at the explanation, her eyes wide. She couldn't comprehend or keep up with the words the woman was saying. Slowly she shook her head, "That's just.... wrong."

"Wrong?" Veia laughed a bit, "What is so wrong about wishing to live? We will do anything, just like humans do. After all, you're all created after our image," she hissed and dropped down to the floor. Both hands pressed against the carpet. The popping and crackling sound of her magic seemed to intensify as she quite literally electrified the floor. For one moment the red carpeting was only that, in the next it exploded with flashing light. Kilia screamed as the power rushed over her frame. Her mother was taken into the kitchen where the carpet changed to tile, her Guardian, however took the brunt of the attack just as he had pushed the woman into the other room. Both he and Kilia dropped to the floor.

"Jonathan! Jump!" Damian shouted as Jonathan made a backwards flip towards the kitchen and slid a bit from the force of the static shock. Instinct took over as Jonathan started Growling, not just the growl a human does to indimidate, no. He started growling akin to an angered animal. His Gentle Green eyes turned into fierce, gleaming Emeralds, which glowered at the Goddess, almost close to piercing into her Orange Orbs.

Standing up and returning to his stance he walked back slowly, like a predator stalking his next meal, both swords now out in offensive positions. Veia called down the thunder by injuring Kilia and almost crushing her spirit. Jonathan leaped at The Goddess, giving a howling war cry as he swung at her with one blade and prepared to lunge into her chest with the other.

In the Meanwhile, Damian, who wasn't exactly touched by the world of the living anymore walked to Kilia's form and tried to pat her shoulder in a reassuring way, only for his hand to pass through her. Damian could only sigh At that occurrence but looked almost shocked when Robin suddenly went on the offensive. "Holy Mother of!" He shouted in surprise.

Kilia moaned as she lay on the floor. Everything was numbed, she was slightly thankful for that since the burning pain a moment before was not something very pleasant. Still, she could hardly focus as she watched Robin lung furiously at the woman. She tried to tell him to be careful, but she couldn't find her voice.

Veia moved quickly, backstepping again to just barely avoid the attack. However he kept coming at her, the other weapon aimed for the center of her chest. Dropping down, she caught the sword just as it passed through her shoulder. Wincing, she ground her teeth and stood again. Pushing forward, she could feel the steel moving deeper through the thick muscle of her arm, right between the shoulder joint and collar bone. Her fingers wrapped around the blade and she unleashed another, more violent jolt down the blade of the weapon, "What's wrong, Silver Knight? Are you angry about something?" she hissed, a small grin on her face despite the pain on her wound.

Jonathan clenched his teeth in pain as he kept glowering at Veia. "No, you simply just awoken the Monster in me. Plain and simple." Jonathan stated through the pain of the Jolt as he Lifted his foot to Veia's Abdomen and kicked hard to push her out of his sword. "The Beast inside that hungers for the Dark Souls. The thing that makes all Evil Tremble on it's very wake!"

As he said this he again walked menacingly as he prepared to strike her again, this time, with a lunge aimed perfectly at her heart. "The Beast that yearns to defeat you!" He then jumped forward to give the lunge more momentum In it's strike. Sweat was pouring from his head, hoping it would be over soon.

"By all that's Holy! I knew it!!" Damian shouted in amazement. "He is My Successor! after Centuries of Searching my bloodline, a worthy successor in the Grey legacy!!" Damian could hardly contain his enthusiasm.

"My my," Veia muttered as her back hit the wall. With no where left to go, she could only accept his approach. She smiled as his weapon cut through the center of her chest. Reaching out she gripped the weapon tightly to hold him there a while longer, "Did you know, to be a God means eternal life? Only a God can kill another God. You may have defeated me here, but I will see you again, little Silver knight. Few are a worthy opponent for one such as myself," she said as her body electrified. The sharp crackling filled the air and stretched out to every part of the house. Kilia tried to move, still numb from the heavy hit she'd taken.

"Robin..." she called, trying to warn him to move away from the Goddess. She could already feel the popping of static under her hands. It didn't hurt, yet, but she knew it was going to grow as the Goddess unleashed her power, every ounce of it. Veia wasn't called the Goddess of Destruction for nothing, after all. She was going to tear the house apart and the electricity was already exploding the lights and electrical stuff in the house. Kilia grit her teeth, trying to keep from crying out a second time. Across the carpet, the light danced, growing steadily brighter. In the Kitchen, her mother yelled for Kilia to get up, but she couldn't.

Jonathan could feel the electricity building up in the goddess, he also knew if he didn't act fast, she'd destroy the whole house, with everyone in it. Gritting his teeth and groaning in pain, he used the last ounce of strength he could muster for that possible moment to lift Veia off her feet, looking at the forest nearby, he Swung out towards it, his swords vanishing at the timing of it, hopefully sending Veia flying into the forest. "Flugel der Freiheit." He uttered tiredly, his face starting to contort with the pain and exhaustion.

He turned to Kilia and started to walk but he fell to his knees as he started to drag himself towards her. "Kilia..." He said painfully as he dragged himself in pain. "Don't you worry Robin, she's fine. You gotta save your strength unless you want to collapse from Exhausition."

Much to Damian's sarcasm, Robin collapsed on the floor.

Veia was surprised at such strength exhibited to her as he literally lifted her up with his weapon and tossed her to through the ruptured window, the hole she'd created not to long ago to get into the house. She hit the floor and rolled outside. With a cackling laugh her body exploded into a brilliant flash of light and crackling electricity. The explosion was almost too bright too look at and Kilia ducked her head down to avoid being blinded by the light.

Her breath sounded loud in her ears as the young Seer rolled over onto her side slowly. Movement caught her attention as Robin turned towards her. He stumbled a bit as he tried to get to her and then he fell to all fours giving her quite a jolt of fear. Her name fell off his lips and she felt a sharp pang through her chest. He's hurt... she thought to herself sadly. Her hand stretched out for him as he moved towards her still. Her voice was sharp as he crumpled completely to the floor, "Robin!"

"Kilia!" her mothers voice interrupted her only slightly. The woman's hands wrapped around her shoulders and dragged her upwards, "Are you alright?"

"Robin..." she moaned slightly, trying to free herself from her mothers grip to get to her Guardian, "Robin... Mother let go."

The woman did as she was asked of her daughter and Kilia crawled to him as quickly as she could. Swiping opened her magic system, she started on a healing spell much to the dismay of her mother who tried to stop her. Shrugging off the older woman, she continued. It was a simple spell, nothing extravagent for Kilia wasn't ever good at that, but she could at least give him some energy and lessen the pain of the shock he'd taken a handful of times. Dragging the spell off the tablet, she let it flood the boy on the floor. Green light enveloped him. Little bubbles of green and blue floated up around him as she let the magic flow. When it was finished, she let herself lay down feeling far too tired to do anyting else. She rested there, watching him eargerly and trying to stay awake. The moment she knew he was alright, she was going to sleep.

Jonathan groaned in pain as he opened his eyes. "Did I beat her?" He asked tiredly as he struggled to sit up. He was In some degree better for some unknown reason and turned to see Kilia laying near him. "Kilia, are you okay??" He said in relative alarm. He had a feeling of what her mother would do to him if he didn't check on her condition.