Aither
" As have I...To think I thought our days could be peaceful for awhile." Worry didn't show in his voice as more Abyss Walkers followed out from the depths.
The small army they had of trained Depth Striders soon seemed to Appear out of no-where chasing the evil looking fish about with, as stereotypical as it sounds, Tridents and Spears made from different colors of Coral.
" Do you want to fight or find some where safe to hide? " Aither asked Alia brandishing his own Trident made from glossy black obsidian forged in the under Volcanic vents.
He wasn't much of a fighter so the weapon he held was just for defense, besides he hated raising this weapon at all his it wasn't his but Nix's and in his brothers hands this things had killed many of his people.
" I myself am going to take refuge with the others, I'd rather not make...contact with anyone out there. Besides are Guards are better trained this time around maybe they'll take 'him' out this time."
Nix
Seeing his brother out of the corner of his eye he went the opposite way dodging the weapons thrown his way. He was always their main target to take out thinking if he went down the rest of his 'pack' would go back to the depths. He let out a laugh as a spear nicked his tail his gaze locked on the warrior looking Depth Strider who had thrown it,
"Wow one of you has good aim for once." He smirked turning sharply and was on the man in a second, his needle sharp nails leaving deep welts across his exposed skin.
He swan away quickly as Nix circled back on him again flashing him a shark-toothed smile.
"Pathetic.." He muttered going off again as he caught the scent of another patrol behind him.
He was caught off guard as the other solider returned quicker then he expected slamming him down into a rough coral bed leaving small cuts down the side of his body with the impact.
Before he had time to react hands had snaked their way around his throat cutting off the flow to his gills.
"G-get off!" He yelled with his last amount of breath tearing at the Depth Striders arms enouph that he let go but not without him leaving a ring of Bruising around Nix's neck.
For once a small spark of fear lit in his black/red eyes and he darted away only to be in the path of a throw trident from the patrol of three behind him that slashed across his side dangerously. Adrenalin flowing he swam away as quick as he could a trail of red following behind him as he went one hand pressed against his new wound. He was to far away from the pit to go home now, nor would he anyways. Beaten so badly he'd surely be thrown from the position he'd gained as leader.
Exhausted from over exerting himself he collapsed under a archway of stone hoping he hadn't been followed. Laying against the cold sand at the bottom of the sea he fought against the darkness growing in his vision realizing if he shut his eyes anything that came across him could probably kill him in this state, so he starred up at the gentle waves turning the water far above his head feeling beaten and sore as the fact Aither's Soldiers had prepared for him this time sank in.