Cameraman Never Dies

Melina and Eleyn were the best when it came to teamwork. Both of their skills complemented each other. If someone comes with an ether-resistant armor, Melina will break it and let Eleyn do the rest.

While Melina's principle was deadly, she couldn't disintegrate anything that is alive. And Eleyn was here with her uncontrolled destruction. Makes people wonder how a man as composed as Alex Drakonis fell for her.

"Eleyn, we should now ignore the small fries" Her voice was barely audible over the wind since both of them were moving at a high speed.

"WHAT?" Eleyn shouted back, fully prepared to reduce everything in her path to smoldering ash.

"I said STOP!" Melina raised her voice just as Eleyn, a little too enthusiastically, slammed the brakes, causing the air around them to swirl like they'd just opened a window in a wind tunnel.

"What?" Eleyn grumbled, half focused on caressing the egg in her arms like a mother dragon guarding her treasure hoard.

But the answer quickly revealed itself. They would've gotten goosebumps if they had hair on the body, as a presence ahead of them made itself known—dark, menacing, and screaming, "I'm way too over-leveled for this beginner's area." 

"Oh great," Eleyn muttered under her breath, already preparing a sarcastic retort for whatever monologue this presence was about to drop.

And then, right on cue, a tall figure stepped out of the shadows, clad in a cloak so dark it looked like he'd stolen it from a villain's clearance sale. His face was obscured by his hood, but the arrogant smirk in his voice was impossible to miss.

"Ah, I was hoping to break that little egg you're clutching so desperately. Must be important, huh?" He chuckled, as though the idea of ruining their day brought him genuine joy.

Melina and Eleyn exchanged a look—half annoyance, half 'ugh, another one of these guys.' But before Eleyn could throw out a snappy comeback, the man raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

With a flash, the egg vanished from Eleyn's grasp. Just like that.

Eleyn blinked. Then she blinked again. Her hands hovered where the egg had been, her brain processing what had just happened.

"Did he just—" Eleyn's eyes looked around in confusion, fire igniting in her sharp gaze. "Oh no, you did NOT just teleport my baby away!"

The man snapped his fingers again, this time it was Melina, she also disappeared with a flash. And the man spoke, "We can't have distractions in our little exchange now, can we?"

Eleyn's hair rose up in a wave, the blue color turning red and golden embers spewing out from them. She looked like she was the epitome of an angry mother right now. "Distractions?! You think I need distractions to take you out?! I don't even bother learning the names of weaker beings like you!"

The man tilted his head, amused. "Oh, I suppose introductions are in order then. I am Kaelon, The black blood." His face suddenly turned serious. "Don't you think it is too early to judge someone's strength?"

Eleyn took a step forward, the ground melting as she walked. "I think you misunderstood something." She gave the most annoying grin anyone had seen, "It is not that you are weak, It's just that I am too strong for you."

"We'll see" Kaelon, slightly annoyed by her remark, lunged forward drawing a black sword.

"Your arrogance know no bounds." Eleyn made a sword out of golden flames (Yes gold). "I'm Eleyn, the Witch of the Golden Flames. You can call me the last person you'll ever annoy."

Eleyn's body was weak because it had been only a few days after she had given birth. And here she was, already back in action. She wondered where her, ever-composed husband had run off to, he was in for an earful.

Sparks flew as both of their swords clashed, both of their swordplays were a sight to behold. The air around them was thick from the intense heat of Eleyn's flames and the oppressive darkness coming from Kaelon's blades.

Each strike made tremors on the ground, which cracked and made craters every time the blades clashed.

Kaelon smirked, his black sword humming with dark energy as he pushed back. "For someone who talks big, you sure seem to be struggling."

Eleyn gave a sly smile, as if what he said just proved her point. "Struggling? Oh please, I am enjoying decent swordplay after a long time. Even giving birth was harder than this. And you are now taking my maternity leave."

Kaelon looked confused, women on maternity leave would never be this energetic. "You might want to hurry, you never know what happened to your precious egg."

Eleyn let out a dry laugh, swinging her fiery sword in a wide arc that forced Kaelon to retreat a step. "Oh please, don't tell me you don't even the most basic thing about phoenix eggs. I am in no hurry"

"In that case, let ME make this quick" He stepped back more and pointed his sword at her, channeling ether to the tip of his blade, a small orb of blood was created on the tip, which he shot at Eleyn.

The orb grew bigger and split into many smaller orbs, which all turned into a sharp drill. "Black spike." Kaelon had the air of someone who had just uttered the name of a badass move.

Eleyn, seemingly unfazed by the spikes, creates a wall made of her signature golden flames. They were more than enough to vaporize the orbs into the air.

"Quick! You say? Oh, sweetheart, do I have bad news for you." Eleyn grinned wickedly, "I don't do quick. I like to make my enemies suffer. Especially you" She raised her sword, pointing at him, "You teleported my baby to who knows where." But she wasn't worried, the phoenix egg was indestructible, and a random teleport always results in reaching near a Phoenix, who were her allies.

Walls of golden flames erupted, encircling and isolating both of them. "You should've never picked a fight with me," Eleyn said as she grew a pair of blue horns, her ears turned sharp, and a pair of blue wings appeared on her back, surprisingly not tearing her attire.

"Engulf the malice, Oh flames of the holy." Now that was dramatic, Eleyn lowered her sword. Nothing except anticipation happened for a while, suddenly— Kaelon fell to the ground and screamed in pain, his pale skin turning bright.

Golden flames slowly started to engulf him, slowly but surely, torturing him to death.