Mic Drop

Roger:

Pulling a Jim Carrey from Bruce Almighty when he tossed his clothes off, thrusting forward enough to snatch my Temptress up into my chest.

“I feel like a kid again.” Her giggling laughs had us all looking at her in amazement, kissing those plush lips as our bodies rolled and spun through the air.

“We never got to be kids, but this is a great start.” Ben laughed brightly, circling around us doing a back-stroke, tossing her a playful wink as Chris and Elias joined in.

“I hate to break this up, but it’s time.” Dad twirled around like a figure skater with mom pulled into his chest, kissing over her shoulder mid-glide as they spun around into a back-dipping embrace.

“Show off!” Laughing at his wiggly brows as mom spun out from his embrace, bowing gracefully as our bodies slowly drifted down to the smiling crowd below us.

Hearing the chanting roars from outside grabbing a few bottled waters, ‘poofing’ out to the arena, flinching back against the echoing wall of cheers and shouting as Mei led Elicia out to the center of the arena.

“Take positions along the catwalks.” Nodding to JR as he jumped up on stage, motioning to the crowds to settle down.

The arena was the size of a professional stadium, massive iron-barred-wood barn-style doors were positioned throughout the perimeter of the inner arena, all controlled by a chain-pully system with two guards stationed at each for extra security.

Pointing to my brothers to take their positions at the four points of direction, taking North as the oldest brother. Quickly slicing my palm drawing a symbol of protection at my feet, signaling to my brothers to engage their barriers as thin layers of translucent green, yellow, red, and blueish-whites domed over the inner arena.

“Barrier of Elements engaged.” Linking dad as he nodded in response behind JR holding up his hands to get the attention of the chattering crowds.

“Demon Wolf and allies in attendance to this short-noticed fight, I, King Jack Rockwell along with my wife and mate Mei Rockwell, appreciate all of you that have come to show support in this ‘Fucked-up’ turn of events. As you may have heard, Titan returned from the grave baring unkind gifts of torture and suffering with his brother, Myles, and his two nephews. One of those nephews has seen the light and wishes to seek redemption for his misdirection’s. Sweetheart?”

“I, Mei Rockwell, hereby declare this fight to the death.” Grinning like the Grinch with my brothers.

“I. Elicia Nightshade, mate to the Nightshade Quad, also known as ‘The Watchmen’, second that declaration.” Tossing her a wink in reassurance.

“I, Thyra DeLois, former mate to Myles DeLois, former sister-in-law to Titan DeLois, and lastly, former mother to Bain DeLois, hereby renounce any claim to the DeLois name.” Snapping our attention to the petite woman with sandy brown locks, grayish-blue eyes like raging storm clouds entering the arena from under the stage. Smiling as Elicia launched herself into the open arms of the woman who helped unlock Elicia’s past, along with a few other secrets.

“I, Peyton DeLois, renounce any claim to the DeLois name, and hereby accept any punishment deemed suitable for my crimes under false facts.” Frowning as he offered Elicia a hug, whispering something to her ear as she looked at him with a tilted smile.

“I, Sir Max Silvermoon ‘The Black Bear’ accept all declarations, hereby sentencing Myles, Titan, and Bain DeLois to death by the hands of their victims represented by Mei Rockwell, Elicia Nightshade, Thyra Moirana”

“Narvik!” Grinning at Rocko standing with his arms crossed, grinning, tossing a wink to Thyra causing Max to roll his eyes in laughter.

“My apologies, Thyra Narvik and her son Peyton. There are no rules, but death is assured. Bring forth the prisoners.” Max bellowed forcefully, nodding to his command with my brothers. Dad and Mom released the containment barrier, engaging the chain-pullies with loud clunking and clanking of heavy chains as the heavy wooden doors slid open.

“Love you.” Elicia’s voice soothed the uncertainty floating around as three smug expressions stepped out into the sandy arena scanning over the crowd, snarling, cursing their existence with growling snarls.

“Love you too.” Signaling to my brothers to engage the next barrier, pressing our thumbs into our slice marks drawing another symbol of sealing, before placing our palms flat onto the protection symbol.

A swirling energy rolled over the arena as a ghostly white mist circled around Elicia, wrapping itself around her stomach as her horns and floating disk appeared in her shadowy silhouette along the ground. JR and Max pointed out the shadow, whispering behind their hands with large Cheshire grins.

“Always knew you were a weak cub.” Myles spat coldly, sneering at Peyton as they stood proudly with their arrogant expressions.

“Shut it, Myles. At least one of our sons has a heart.” Thyra gripped Peyton’s shoulder with a reassuring smile, tilting her head mockingly at Myles’ stunned expression.

“Sons?” Bain snarled out in a shocked tone, looking over to his father for answers.

“That’s right, Bain, father always told us she passed away during child birth, when in reality, she was alive and stuck in the form of a rat.” Peyton stood solid next to his mother, glancing over to Mei and Titan in a heated stare down that made even the tiniest hairs stand-on end, while Elicia focused on Bain from behind Thyra and Peyton.

“Quite the Reunion.” Titan laughed evilly, stripping his soiled shirt from his broad chest, flexing his pectoral muscles and a nasty scar that marred his tanned flesh from naval to right armpit.

“Why don’t you show them the real scar?” Mei taunted him with a snarling lip, flicking out her claws like she just had a manicure, flashing her pearly fangs in laughter as his dark ambered orbs narrowed in disgust.

“You Fucking Bitch. You ruined everything.” Bain surprised us all attacking first, barreling through Myles lunging at Mei with claws drawn in a swiping slash, smacked away with a quick backhand from Elicia.

“I see ‘daddy’ failed in teaching you self-control.” Elicia side-glanced Mei and Thyra with an evil grin, her tone dripping with a condescending mockery.

“He’s your ‘daddy’ too.” Bain flipped up to his feet, dusting off his hands with an evil glint laced across his sadistic features.

“Actually, my father was Otso Moirana. Thyra Moirana’s uncle.” Mic drop.

The roaring laughter that echoed through the arena vibrated under my feet out over the protection barrier in ripples. Signaling to everyone to be prepared for the outburst of brainless rage.

“YOUR MOTHER WAS A DECEITFUL WHORE!” Myles roared out in anger, rushing at Elicia with his fist drawn back in rage, backhanded across the field with a defying scream ripping from Elicia causing the barriers the ripple under the pressure.

“YOU KIDNAPPED MY MOTHER. YOUR FAMILY DESTROYED MINE, and now, you’ll pay for it all.” Elicia stalked across the field in a scary calm, pointing at Titan and Bain swiping her fingers as their bodies hurled violently through the air, slamming into Myles as he stood shakily from the ground. Collapsing to the ground in a tumbling heap of limbs and groans causing the crowd to erupt in laughter.

“You picked the wrong women to fuck with. Peyton, if you even think about double-crossing us or hurt my friend, and I will disembowel you alive.” Choking back our laughs as her glowing whiteish-blue eyes peered over her shoulder with a pointed stare, snorting out choked air as Peyton stood solid behind his mother, nodding like a little boy in trouble.

“Ladies, we have ‘trash’ that needs disposed of.” Thyra snapped her claws out like switchblades, snarling out as Elicia swirled the misty energy around her fingers, both women looking over to Mei picking her fangs with her claws laughing like maniacs.

“LET THE PUNISHMENT COMMENCE!” The arena erupted in roars as we all called out to the ladies in growling shouts, watching closely as the ladies stalked their prey with Peyton keeping a watchful eye.

A thunderous roar echoed from the skies as several shimmering mists appeared around the arena, alerted to the mists swirling next to my brothers as a hand gripped my shoulder from nowhere. Snapping around to face Rex dressed in a ceremonial cloak of blue silks decorated with detailed embellishments of silver threading and priceless gems laid out in ancient Arabic.

“What the Hell Rex?” Snapping my gaze over to my brothers talking with a few others dressed the same way but each one represented the elemental energy of the four directions.

Four men stood around the prisoners having a friendly conversation with the ladies, keeping a close eye on the vermin that snarled and growled out in frustration.

“The proud grandfathers wanted to be present for the punishments.” Looking over as JR and Dad greeted two older men that appeared on the stage. Malik stood proudly, shaking Dad’s hand with bright smiles and scowls as they looked out over the field.

The other man looked dangerous with his braided black leather vest, matching pants with heavy boots all hidden beneath a black cape with blackish-gray fur along the shoulders and neck. His peppered black locks braided and twisted back into a mohawk with the sides shaved, exposing the intricate tribal tattoos that accentuated his fierce blue eyes and sharp facial features.

“Jorvik Moirana of the Black Claw clan. Thyra and Elicia’s grandfather.” Rex chuckled darkly, gulping back the knot that strangled the air from my lungs as his fierce blues snapped up to me, scanning along the catwalk pausing on each of my brothers.

“Why do I feel like we’re going to get our asses kicked?” Elias linked with Ben and Chris scoffing out strangled laughs.

“More like live castration.” Chris growled out through our link as JR stepped forward with a grinning smirk.

“Please excuse the interruption, but our guests have come to provide support for their family. Ladies proceed.” JR motioned for us to secure the barrier, glancing back as Rex fortified the barrier with his own blood symbol. Grinning at Randi blowing kisses to Elicia, wolf whistling in excitement as the four guards disappeared, releasing those bastards from their enchanted bindings.

“FOR THE INNOCENT!” Someone roared from the crowd.

Time froze as a creepy black mist appeared.