Chapter 63: Sparring Match

Dirk:

“Focus!” Seiji barked darkly from the shadows, trying to figure out how to control the spiritual energy that kitsune naturally possessed.

“I’m trying. It’s kind of difficult when you keep barking in my ear.” snapping back, feeling agitated with Jun’s intense fear invading our link constantly.

“You have to focus Dirk. If you don’t then you risk your life and Jun’s. How would you feel knowing your pups would grow up with no parents?” Seiji had a brutal way with words, but it was those words that kicked my ass into gear.

Refocusing the energy that swirled heavily within my body.

“Good. Release.” Seiji commanded as a large glowing ball of blue, ripped from my chest exploding the tree into a frozen canvas of splintered wood chips and debris.

Exhaling heavily with a slight twitch of pride, seeing the once girthy swamp tree laying in a disarray of splintered, twisted fibers of trunk as it laid flopped over in agony.

“Don’t stop! What are you thinking? Focus.” Seiji deflated my pride bubble, snapping me back to my reality of focusing on this damn energy coursing through my veins.

“Look! I know how frustrating this, but trust in Amaya and Jun’s strength to protect the pups.” Seiji exhaled heavily, laying down in a relaxed ball of white fur with those glowing cobalt orbs.

“It’s easier said than done.” Scoffing back, finding a shaded patch of moss blanketed over the roots of an old willow.

“Says the “one” that didn’t have to wait a hundred and twenty years to reunite with their mate.” Seiji huffed an annoyed breath, feeling his intense love for Amaya, which was his sister at the whole beginning of the bloodlines.

Wait a minute.

“I thought you were older than that?” I laughed lightly with a perked brow as his eyes narrowed with a smug, toothy grin.

“Let’s make this easier for your “pea brain” to comprehend.” Gasping playfully at his rude, blunt tone.

“How old were you when Jun first arrived?” Seiji smiled slyly as my lips twitched in a hard smile as the memory of Jun flashed through my thoughts.

“Ten.” I replied smoothly, dropping my head back against the tree trunk with a heavy exhale of remorse.

All those years lied to, and then imprisoned, tortured, and brutalized.

“What “exactly” do you remember from that day?” Seiji flicked his snout in a gesture of “you know what I’m talking about”.

Remembering that petite, ivory skinned girl with large, doe eyes the color of the deepest ocean blue with white flecks peppered around like the midnight stars. Warm apple surrounding my body as her rouge tinted lips spoke my name in a timid, whispered tone.

“WOAH! Easy Dirk, you’ll rupture a blood vessel if you keep that up.” Seiji laughed sharply, shaking out his fur as he paced around with a seamless stretch of his limbs.

“I awoke that day, knowing exactly what was planned of us.” Seiji sat with a defeated exhale, swooshing his tail in a sad gracefulness.

He’s been awake this whole time, and now he appears.

“Yes.” He answered with an even gloomier tone.

“Even if I had wanted to emerge, which I did several times but was locked in by some kind of barrier that broke when our dragons evolved.” Feeling shitty for doubting my fox, who was a pain-in-the-ass blessing.

“Fuck Off!” He scoffed back with a playful swoosh of his tail.

“Enough moping around.” I laughed darkly, jumping to my feet with a renewed sense of pride, shaking out my relaxed limbs.

“Listen to the earth.” Seiji coached less loudly, feeling the natural pulse of the ground beneath my feet as it crawled up my legs.

Snapping out the spine tingling rush of electricity, focusing that energy into my stomach as my hands began to glow in a ghostly flame of blues and whites.

Concentrating on my target, pushing the tight ball of energy out through my palms in a loud “BANG!” as another swamp tree erupted into blue flames, trailed with black wisps.

“YES!” Seiji backflipped in excitement, feeling his rushing adrenaline as the flames danced seductively against the charred willow bark.

“Hah! FIRE BUG.” The guys laughed darkly as they appeared from the shadows like floating “Gods” of serpent eyes and scales.

“They’re plotting something.” Seiji hummed in a mocking a tone, smirking darkly at their piercing green orbs as the cloudy skies, allowed enough sunlight to ghost over their hidden scaley flesh.

Fist bumping them as they gathered around, gazing deeply into the dying dance of flames as the wisps escaped gracefully into the heavens. Exhaling heavily, feeling their energy pulse through our bond in an adrenaline high as they nodded to follow them.

“We leave in the morning, so “we” want to spar.” Davyn thumbed between them with a devilish smirk of darkness.

“REALLY!” Seiji laughed darkly, backflipping in excitement while my feet faltered over a tree root with a dumbfounded slack jaw.

“What could go wrong?” I “Cousin Vinny” shrugged with the smug Italian accent as the guys clapped my shoulder in hearty laughter.

Seiji pranced happily as we slipped past the tree line, still shellshocked at the “Army” that formed literally in hours, after Onyx and the trio sounded the “Call”.

Every Realm supplied every able body, leaving enough behind to defend off any secret attacks that would likely occur, while we battled in the Dragon Realm.

Desmond and Hilo plowed through all the achieves, pulling and compiling lists of defectors supporting Kano and Zek’s power, or who just wanted a reason to be “Fuck Heads”, Seiji’s words not mine.

“We want to see what Seiji can do.” Mikkel hummed happily in my face, snapping his jaw tightly with a hollow wave of excitement rushing through my bones.

Seeing “The Watchmen” creating a barrier around us with dark smirks, knowing about their history with Max and their new family with King Desmond and Izzy.

“How’s Elicia holding up?” Birgir asked Roger with a bright smile laced across his Mediterranean sun kissed face.

“Moody as all hell.” They all laughed darkly, smirking in understanding but in their case, Elicia was eight months pregnant with wolf-bear-vampire-witch hybrids.

“What a combo?” Seiji laughed darkly, nodding in agreement every time we mentally pieced together their bloodlines.

“How many does that make now?” Mikkel laughed sharply as we circled around the dirt ring, feeling the gritty dirt braze across my exposed flesh with a soothing coolness.

“Five, six, seven, and eight.” Roger drew a symbol in the dirt as they secured the barrier with a reinforcement, counting out their second set of quadruplets with a boisterous tone of pride.

A second set of quadruplets, exactly fourteen years apart but that’s a whole other story in itself.

“Good for you guys.” I laughed lightly as we took our positions, stretching and cracking out our limbs before my “dragons” put me through the ringer.

“HEY! Did you forget us?” Byron laughed darkly, scanning the circular barrier of glowing eyes and sly smirks as we prepared to spar.

“Shut up and call” Fight” already.” Mikkel tossed his hand up in mock jester of annoyance.

“Watch it “Dragon”.” Byron snarled back with those glowing red orbs of Storm.

“Aww… is the “Demon Dog” butt hurt?” Davyn smirked darkly in Druk’s dark, husky voice.

“I’ll show you “Butt Hurt”.” Byron growled darkly, flicking the barrier with a crisp ping of rippling blue waves like rain drops striking the surface of a calm lake.

“Love you!” Mikkel smiled playfully, lacing his fingers under his chin as he fluttered his lashes like the goofy fool he is.

“Focus!” Birgir snarled lowly, cracking his neck as his skin rolled in a fleshy wave over his hidden scales.

Mikkel became serious in a split second, focusing on his target as the Watchmen shifted their feet into a bracing motion, nodding to Byron they were ready.

“FIGHT!” Byron boomed loudly but feel on deft ears as Davyn made the first attack, slashing upward with his claws.

Dodging backwards, hissing at the burning sting that radiated from my chin as hot, sticky blood dripped heavily to the dirt surface. Shifting my right foot as Birgir rushed, disappearing into a misty smog, snarling darkly as a sharp smack thrusted my head forward.

“DAMN!” Everyone hissed in darkly, covering their smirks with their fists making Seiji extremely pissed as he paced around violently.

“Stop focusing on their physical attacks, and “Fucking” focus on the energy swirling around us.” Seiji growled lowly, snapping my eyes quickly to Mikkel as he misted from a spinning side kick, feeling the surge of energy burst in front of my face.

Dodging at the last second before Mikkel’s sidekick became a downward thrust kick, striking the ground with a thunderous bang. Smirking in amusement as a bolt of electricity, jolted him in shock as it danced along my fingertips.

“Fucker!” Mikkel snarled lowly, rubbing his rib cage where a small, charred patch of flesh quickly healed with a soft sizzling.