The Witch and the Lich; Departure

Credits; Rea, Krell,

Rea had managed to have everything packed by the time he was finished.  For someone with an eternity ahead of her, she certainly didn't act very patient.  Admittedly the holidays hadn't gone especially well for anyone, but he still felt like it was rather ungrateful to just leave so quickly.  Although, Cyssie's continued abscense from the table and Arcania's coldness towards him in general certainly didn't provide much motivation to stay. 
"You got a destination?"
Rea was back in her travelling steelsil wrap.  It was wierd seeing her now and knowing what she looked like.  She'd looked so much older now.  But beneath the warrior he knew there was only a child.  Or was it maybe that the child he knew was dressed like a warrior was really a warrior trapped as a child.  Maybe it was both; but he knew what she thought. 
"Yeah"  He didn't like it though.  As the Empress Holine had possesed the privelige to hide anything she wanted anywhere she wanted.  But of all the places she could pick, she had certainly picked the best.  "She's hidden it on Medea."  Of all the places, it had to be...
"Medea.  The one with the blood pits and the automated turrets and all the treasure or the one with all the green flamingo people?"
"Green flamingo people?"
"Turrets and blood I take it.  When we get there you can zoom in and tell us which vault its in.  I don't want to have to go searching through every single one."
He couldn't imagine ever taking the treasury defenses so lightly.  But he did have it on good confidence that she was both an accomplished assassin and among the most potent warriors in the universe.  Maybe for her it really was a walk in the park. 

The ship was waiting for them right where they'd left it.  There was also a team of Gravagan bounty hunters there.  He had to assume they were waiting for Arcania. 
"Look!  There she is, and she's got one of her Lych with her too, kill them!"
Rea laughed and grabbed the outside of her right arm.  She pulled down on it and a set of baldes sprang forth from the gauntlet.  Two curved blades, gleaming in the light of the Gravagan sun and etched with black and red, each parallel to the other and long enough to reach the other side of a man's chest. 
"This is my favorite thing about Junsrew with the Von Gravagas.  Arcania always lets me pay."
Ten men began charging; another thirty began shooting.  Rea looked at him and mutered to him under their battle cries.  "Have some fun; then I kill the rest.  Don't hold back, these guys are all crooks and on death row anyways.  No one other than that would dare fight in Cyssie's parking lot; to much risk of spontaneous combustion.  Place is ridden with dangerous magic and more dangerous technology, even gravity is questionably reliable."
Krell breathed a prayer; he never liked to fight.  He stretched out his hand and his eye sockets filled with flame.  "Leave now and live."  They continued to charge.  A blaster bolt tore through his chest and he counted three, then he snapped.  The largest of them burst open as a flame grew within him; bits of crystaline flesh shot across the lot and he felt a bit splatter against his habit.  He thrust at the rest and they were thrown backwards. 
"I gave you a chance and you threw it away."  He raised his left hand and conjured an orb of flame.  He swung it back and thrust his palm into it.  A hundred flaming darts coursed from the orb and pierced the whole group, sending them reeling.  Another shot tore through his habit.  Rea set her hand on his shoulder and over the burning of the first thug and the firing guns of the rest he heard her whisper, "Don't blink."
He couldn't have if he tried, but he didn't even feel her hand leave his shoulder.  All of the thugs still standing collapsed into piles of warm crystal and those who hadn't simply exploded. 
He heard her return the blades to their place in her gauntlet and she skipped back over to her ship. 
"Never would have taken you for a pyromancer Father, you really are a special sort of Lich."