Devils Own ( Steampunk and Mystic ) 5.7

5.7

Commander Ian was awake then. He had heard the screams and knew that was no night creature shrieks. He held the sword that he had taken from the assassin. He had been prepared for any eventuality since he had gone against Merlin. He looked back at his chamber; he knew where his hidden weapons are and when he needed them most but nothing held his interest more than the sword he was holding then.

“Sword of Mars...” Ian muttered to himself. He believed the sword will be his weapon to defeat Richard II. It was said that the sword could also repel magical attacks. He will hold onto it even if he would have to lay his life for it.

“Commander?” The voice came from his bedding. It was from his mistress, Gwendolyn; his other personal aide, and an adept lady in the use of the whip. The lady sat up and displayed her beauty to his eyes. She was half dressed in a loose bodice on her chest that reached to just above her navel. Other than that she was nude but her body had welts on it. It was inflicted not by anger but by means of pleasure.

Ian did not answer her and walked to the table where the bottles of wine were kept. He poured himself a glass and then felt the hands holding his body from behind. He felt the softness of the flesh on his back. The lady nibbled at his left shoulder while she ran her hands over his nude front chest before moving to his breeches.

“You could do mine if you want.” Gwendolyn remarked but Ian was not keen. He had his pleasure earlier and was not in the mood for another rally.

“Get dress, woman.” Ian told her. “We may soon get visitors.”

Gwendolyn took to his caution and pulled away. She stepped away from him, and walked to her heap of clothes. He watched her dress and felt the stirring on himself. Gwendolyn had stepped into the uniform of the guards; one of the few privileged to be a guard. She belted on the waist belt with the las-gun and then strung up her whip on the left hip. She then tied up her hair into a bun on the rear of her head. By then she was all ready and was living to her namesake the Widow Maker.

The doorway to his chamber opened.

It was Calvin.

“Ain’t you a bit late to here in my chamber?” Ian asked the other Aide of his. Gwendolyn had then slipped into the dark corner and stayed there.

“Never was time of the night had deterred me before.” Calvin spoke up. He had been more than to service his commander at work. “But I brought a friend tonight.”

Calvin stepped aside for the assassin to step in. Ian smiled at the new arrival.

“Hello, Assassin.” Ian greeted the other. “I have another one to meet you.”

Gwendolyn stepped out from the dark corner.

“Calvin, I am disappointed.” Ian spoke out. “Who are you behind the name Calvin? The real person whom I had not known yet.”

“Ian, I had come for the sword.” Kassius cut in on the conversation. Ian was upset that the assassin had intervened into his conversation.

“Kassius, or shall I addressed you as the assassin.” Ian glared at Kassius. He then looked to Gwendolyn. “My dear, the man had to be dealt with.”

Gwendolyn stepped forth with her whip released into her right hand. She flicked the whip out. Kassius moved to the right and had on his left hand the rope with the hook. He swung it with the short length. The lady made the first move with her whip lashed out at Kassius. He swung his rope at the whip and caught it. He pulled hard at it and caused Gwendolyn to fall forward but the lady was not that easily taken. She stepped out with her left leg to steady herself before she lashed out with the right kick at the assassin.

Kassius felt the kick at his jaws. He fell backwards, but he countered with his right leg when half crouched. The right leg hit at the left shin of the lady. She howled out, but Kassius had moved in with the right fist in the face. Gwendolyn went down.

Ian was shocked at the fight and pulled the sword to confront the assassin but Calvin had acted faster. He shot the commander in the right arm. The commander dropped the sword when he stepped back. Calvin rushed forth and picked up the sword.

“Commander, I will suggest you retreated from this battle.” Calvin smiled. “You could join your lover there.”

Calvin held the sword. He was enchanted by it; the Sword of Mars intrigued him. He had heard legends of it. He was to day dream more when Kassius interjected in.

“Calvin, pass me the sword.” Kassius looked at the chameleon. The later hesitated and then gave up. He handed out the sword to the assassin. The later nodded his thanks, and then faced Ian.

“The Bastion? Tell me where I can find it?”

“I have known about the bastion. I have also searched it for years. There is none that you seek.” Ian replied. “You think that Merlin only told you that secret. He had shared it with others.”

Kassius was accepting that reply and hit the other. Ian fell back and blood seeped from his mouth. He looked away from Kassius before the later land another kick into his face. It was Calvin who stepped in to stop the beating.

“Assassin, he is right. I was there to assist him. None of the known bastions which we had evaluated have yielded any results.” Calvin interjected in. “Maybe it’s only a rumor.”

Kassius shook his head. He believed in Merlin and the other was one to provide false information. Kassius stepped back to look at the commander.

“That man knows. He has some knowledge which he did not share.” Kassius reached out to kick at Gwendolyn. That kick prompted Ian to roll over and protected the other.

“Okay, I will tell.” Ian held his body over the lady while he faced Kassius. “There is one other which had crossed my mind. The Sword of Mars….”

“The Seven Fortress…” Calvin interjected in. “I should had guessed it.”

Calvin looked to Kassius. He smiled. There was a console located in the commander’ chamber. He punched in the codes and the screen showed a land map.

“There’s your bastion.” Calvin spoke out. “Attila’ Bastion.”