2020-03-17 - Skeletor Versus Irvriya

Minerva had felt the rush, had braced for it, but she wasn't hit. Elazar was. She'd watched her future husband go rolling out the door and then in another instant the door was slamming shut and the words that Skeletor had bellowed were still ringing in her ears.

"MY HOUSE!"

"This isn't your house anymore!" she'd screamed at him. She could feel her hands start to shake, the inevitable confrontation about to start. She was waiting for it. But she still tried to grip the wall even when the room switched from the real world to the Veil.

Now they were on his terms.

The rug had been pulled out from under her. With the house warded he had to retreat to the Veil and he decided to take him with her. Just like he'd promised that morning. She wasn't nearly as afraid as she should be though. She could feel the clawing, the scrape of bony fingers that punctured skin and drew blood from her body. But her brain had decided it was going to go the route of the Lizard and just...go with instinct.

Flight or fight turned into FIGHT.

Fight with everything that you have in you. Kill this motherfucker.

The skeletal hand around her throat was tightening, fingers digging, bones finding weak flesh to puncture. The blood came easily after that, spilling down pale skin and darkening the shirt she was wearing.

Minerva lifted her own hand, locking it around one of the skeletons arms, a current opened and with that snap of bone and the smell of something like sulfur she was holding that free hand went limp around her throat. The fingers loosening as she ripped it from her skin and used it to start clubbing Skeletor with. She dropped it when she realized she was going to need something to pin him with. And she found it with the appearance of one of his favorite things.

That damn wrought iron fireplace stoker he used so many years ago. It was violently forced through the creature, pinning him to the ground.

Minerva dropped to her knees beside him, the blood from her wounds starting to take the energy out of her. She clamped her hands on either side of his head, teeth bared as she let go and let every ounce of built up anger, guilt and humiliation out in the form of pure electricity frying the fiend.

She bashes the skull of Skeletor into the ground, over and over.

"JUST. FUCKING. DIE!" the words are screamed as the electricity burns the body of the monster.

Until there's the sickening pop of bones and then his head comes off in her hands, the black ichor burning her hands as she drops it onto the ground. Suddenly she can feel that he's dead. There's a lifting of weight and the feeling of...being free?

Was that it? Was this what defeating your monster felt like?

Minerva would have to think that another time, because the emotions overwhelm and the body wants to rest. Her injuries all hit at once, her hands burnt, the side of her throat nearly ripped out. There's other injuries, but, she closes her eyes and slumps over unconscious.

She'd awaken on the real side of the world minutes later.

But how?