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The Hunter and the Templar	By : BurneHazard Category: +A through F > Diablo III Views: 6471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            With the four of them along with Leah, it was no real trouble at all to get through the obstacles they faced. At the border of the desert however, Leah announced she had to return to the camp to work on the spell to revive Kulle's body. Eirena offered to return with her and see if she could be of use with the magic. It left Kormac and Lyndon with Killa. At least, briefly. The scoundrel already had no plans on returning to camp.
            Kormac lingered. Standing there as the girls moved off, he cast a look after them then back to Killa. If he hoped she would ask him to stay, he was disappointed. But there was something else. Just as she had noticed it before the purification incident, she could see it again. It was different this time, but he wanted to speak with her. Since Lyndon was standing easily at her side, he would not be able to do so alone.
            Finally, the templar relented. "I will accompany them back to camp so nothing happens. If you have a moment after you finish, I would...ask to speak with you again, Killashandra."
            "We shall see," was her only reply. And it was clearly not what he wanted to hear.
            "Please. It's very important."
            He turned and moved to catch up to the two girls. Watching him go, the hunter frowned in thought. Curiosity did rise. Just what could he want to speak to her about this time? It did not have the same importance as the last time if his behavior was any indication. Snorting, she cast her thoughts aside. There was work to be done and things to kill. Lyndon fell into step with her as they moved on into the desert to search for the two locations where Kulle's blood was hidden.

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            "You and I are the same."(1) The damn spectre had the worst timing as she strafed to the left, firing a steady stream of arrows into the skeletal constructs barring her path. "But those others--the fallen angel, the witch--they're using you for their own ends,"(2) he continued as her prey fell and more dust imps took their place. "You choose to be their puppet, yet the power of your birthright could make you a god!"(3)
            Despite her focus being on the battle and avoiding accidentally hitting Lyndon as the scoundrel danced in and out of the fray like a crazy thing, she found she was able to listen and reply without hesitating in her attacks. "I doubt that would end well. Those who seek power are often destroyed by it."(4)
            "There's no need to be snide. Soon enough I'll walk this world again. Then I'll show you what a nephalem can achieve!"(5) he said before vanishing in another swirl of sand.
            Snorting, she shook her head and turned her attention back to where Lyndon was finally finishing off his own opponents. While he still lacked in kills compared to her, he was a formidable scoundrel indeed. It was coming in handy since they were trying to find the mechanisms powered by the sorcerer's blood. Although he had unlocked the doors, he had not disarmed his traps for them.
            Pausing to give a rough count of the arrows she had left, she noticed Lyndon crouched near what appeared to be a chest of some sort. Watching him unlock it and scoop up the gold and a couple items that were inside, she just rolled her eyes.
            "At least you can't be upset that I'm stealing from a man like Kulle,"(6) he said.
            "You have a point,"(7) she answered with a smile.
            Turning to continue up the stairs and along a very long stretch of walkway, they took a little time since it was hard to ambush something on such a height when they could see everything coming toward them. It was then that the scoundrel chose to speak--after clearing his throat.
            "Killa, may I ask you something?"
            One dark brow rose as she turned her head to look at him. "What is it?"
            "Is there...something between you and the templar?"
            That brought her to a halt to turn and look at him. He saw the fire in her eyes once more although it seemed to burn only within their black hearts, leaving a storm of blue, green, and gray circling them.
            "No. I have no time or desire to bother with such things. And even if I did, he has sworn vows of celibacy. If you hadn't figured it out by now, Kormac eats, breathes, and lives for his order."
            "Is that why..." he actually trailed off.
            "Partially. I'm a demon hunter, but I'm also a woman. And when certain needs interfere with my actions, I will fulfill those needs."
            Realizing how harsh that sounded, she sighed and lowered her bow to her side. Stepping closer to the scoundrel, her free hand rose to rest on his shoulder. Their eyes were still locked.
            "I like you, Lyndon. As a friend. That is why I said there was only one string to what we did. I don't want more. Just as you don't want it--as you've said."
            "I'm not saying I do, Killa. And frankly, it's something new I'm enjoying. I was just wondering is all. There's something going on between you two. You were nearly inseparable when you ran into me in Tristram. Now, something's changed since we arrived in Caldeum."
            The concern was touching and genuine. She smiled again before shaking her head then lightly smacking the side of his with her hand.
            "Yes, it has. But that is my problem. It's not affecting my abilities anymore so don't pay any attention to it."
            She moved on. But Lyndon frowned. He had caught her use of "anymore" and it made him wonder. After all, the light in her eyes was something entirely new. And he had also noticed the ease with which she dispatched her prey. It made him a touch nervous. He also found it thrilling. Possibly why he was trying to decide if he really wanted to dig into the issue or let it rest as she had told him to.

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            With the machines active, they had opened the door to the shadow realm to seek out Zultan's body. Entering the place however left both extremely disoriented. Killashandra adapted more quickly as her eyes burned with hellish fire. She wanted a fight and hoped the creatures left here to guard would be a worthy challenge. Lyndon moved more as if he were drunk, the extreme heat and other distortions messing up his balance and ability to walk in a straight line.
            Several times she wound up losing sight of him as shadows and wraiths attacked them. Each time she swiftly sent her spider companion to find him and make sure he was not overwhelmed. And every time he did stagger after her once more, she said nothing. The closer they came to Kulle's body however, the more the blowing sand and shadow seemed to echo his voice as he said things she could not quite make out. She ignored the sound instead.
            Another ambush as shadowy fiends swarmed over them. Lyndon cried out in alarm as he was swept away and she caught the sight of several pale phantoms like clouds of sand diving toward the stairs he had tumbled down. As a molten giant of some sort rose from the ground before her, she sent the spider to go aid the scoundrel.
            "You do not trust me. I understand."(8) Kulle's voice was rough against her senses but deep enough that--with the aid of the shadow realm--it seemed to reach something else inside her as she fought. "But we are more alike than you know. We have both tasted what it is to be nephalem."(9)
            Suddenly, Killa was in the clear. The shadows vanished as the giant fell and crumbled to wind-blown embers. Immediately on guard, she tensed and scanned for further threat. Nothing but the mirage-like distortion as the winds that were not winds blew. It only made her alarm grow. Taking a step forward, she started to head for the last spot she had seen Lyndon. Only then did she realize that she could not sense the spider she had conjured.
            Then, the world turned on its side as the blowing wind was all she could hear. Sand rose up around her, spinning and twisting. It did not sting but rather rained against her armor like a noisy caress. A caress made real as it formed a hand against her face. The spectre was suddenly in front of her. And suddenly, he was no longer a spectre. Instead she stared into the eyes of Zultan Kulle as he had been in life.
            Taller than her by a few inches, clad in long robes with armor resting over his shoulders and chest, embracing his waist and hips. A warrior mage like no other she had yet seen. One of his hands caught her bow arm and turned the weapon aside as the other caught her by the hood, fisting it and pulling the hair beneath to hold her still. It was not painful unless she fought. And she did--free hand rising to shove hard against his chest.
            "Join with me, and we can become the masters of this world."(10)
            Before her eyes, unfolding in her mind, she saw the world he spoke of as if she were a hawk soaring so very high above. She saw a vision of men and women flocking to temples that defied all laws of man to worship them both. A world where resistance was crushed and obedience was rewarded richly. A world where she could take anything or have any one she desired without interference.
            And Kulle used the desire she had buried against her as she saw herself in a throne at his side, a familiar figure stripped of armor and freshly marked by the lash, kneeling at her feet. Kormac prostrated himself, licking her armored boots and begging her for more. Killa drew a sharp breath as her eyes widened. But it was not just Kormac. The vision grew to include Lyndon kneeling at her side like a pet, collared and leashed as he rested his head lightly against her gauntleted hand.
            The vision shifted and she saw Eirena straddling Kulle's lap, screaming as he roughly pounded into her abused, bruised, and battered body. With the vision came unspoken promises that all she would have to do is join him and she could have the ones she desired, and watch those she wanted disposed of die long deaths at his hand. All he requested was her loyalty and it could all be hers.
            "Join with me, nephalem..." his voice echoed through her thoughts.
            Panting as that dark hunger rose in full force, she was suddenly tempted. Just the sight of Kormac exactly how she wanted him...of Lyndon adorned in the riches he sought and content at her hand...of the demon hordes turned corpses piled higher than the tallest of towers and higher even than their temples... It was the vision's Eirena screaming that ruined that temptation as Killa cried out in rage.
            A hand struck her cheek. Suddenly the visions were gone and she was seeing those distorting shapes around her again. Her armor was scoured and polished by sand that had gotten through the cracks and gaps to abrade her skin beneath. Blinking, she focused on Lyndon's very concerned face.
            "Killa? I know that I'm a handsome devil, but there's really no need to swoon over me," he said, even if his look betrayed the playfulness in his words.
            Shaking her head sharply to get rid of the lingering images in her mind, she fixed a glare on the glowing runes trapping the sorcerer's body near the portal out of the shadow realm. Taking a shaky breath, she just pointed at it, saying nothing about her throbbing cheek.
            "Go get that and let's get out of here."
            He hesitated then went to do as instructed with another worried glance over his shoulder. The hunter stood still for a moment or two longer. Then, she brought her fist down hard on the bag containing the head. Bone did not crack but the solid thunk and the force as it hit her armored hip from the strike were both rather satisfying.
            "I cannot join with someone I cannot trust. Be silent,"(11) she commanded. "And if you ever try to pull a stunt like that again, we will defeat Belial the hard way. Without your help."
            Kulle's laughter followed her toward the portal as Lyndon struggled with the sorcerer's corpse. Temper dark and mood foul, she moved to the ring of stone to activate it. The scoundrel stepped through first and she followed without another word.
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