28th Cylus 720.....
Vega had been out there, looking up at the stars and remembering. Remembering how, this time two arcs ago she had died. Burned to death, her body shattered and broken and then, how she had awoken but her body - specifically her then-shattered legs - had not healed. She remembered the mist which had surrounded her as Pier and Pre had judged her, and she remembered being pulled back. Back into a world of pain and confusion. The world she had been arguing to go to - been telling them that she was staying in - because she was not leaving Arlo Creede behind. She had a life and she had love and she was not going to allow a little thing like death stop her.
And as she woke, in screaming pain, as she fought with every last ounce of strength in her broken body, Vega had known that he would come for her. That he would rescue her - them all - who were trapped there in the docks of Scalvoris as they crumbled away. And, as the docks collapsed around her, of course, he had. Then, she'd had a number of surgeries on her legs, which still bore the scars from those - and then she had been immobile for nearly a cycle. And he'd been next to her for all of it.
In that moment, Vega was standing, whispering a prayer of thanks to Xiur. "I mean, I don't know what I did to deserve him, but I know that I'm right lucky to have him an' you an' Qylios in my life an' I just want to say ... oh are you HAVIN' A GIRAFFE!?" The last was as she saw the large flying fire-bombs heading straight for them. "ALARM!!! RAISE THE ALARM!"
Large, flying, blob-like monsters of screaming fire and doom were hurtling towards them. "I was havin' ...." One arrow loosed, "... a moment...." and another, "... talkin' to Xiur!" Vega kept firing arrows as the creatures descended on Storms Edge and her aim was unerring. "An' you bunch of flyin' bobernickels are right" they were close enough now that every word was punctuated by an arrow.
"Flibbertyin'" one, through the eye - down it went and when it died it exploded. Just a small area of effect, but big enough.
"my" another - closer now. But by now Vega was angry - annoyed enough that sparks of flame were flying off her, too.
"GIBBET!" the third one fell, and the explosion singed her clothes, but not her.
As they grew closer, Vega pulled her sword, "They explode when you kill them!" She yelled just in case anyone was deaf, blind, stupid, and not paying attention. "So lets make them go boom!" She couldn't say she was afraid - she wasn't. She was just tired and dirty and irritated that a girl couldn't even pray without some idiot insisting on spoiling it.
And so, as every night before ..... the fight began.