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Started February 08, 2019 by @ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

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"You can stop thinking like that," Aza shot at Yama and crossed her arms.

"Stop… thinking?" Yama cocked his head to one side. "Do I want to know what you mean by that?"

"That depends. I know exactly what you are thinking about. It involves the vampire," Aza said pointedly. "I'm an Illigitimus of sorts."

"Listen, I don't want to know if your legit or not, I just want to grab the treasure and go. Standing here and talking is only gonna draw the guards closer to us."

"That's where you go wrong. Standing around actually attracts less attention." Aza twirled a strand of hair around her finger.

"Tell that to those idiots," Yama said, pointing past Aza to two guards down the hall standing stock-still. They flinched when they realized that they were caught, and brandished their long spears. Unfortunately, they didn't seem well-practiced. Yama could tell that their grip was all wrong, their hands were in the wrong place and the butt of the spear nearly touched the ground. They seemed like complete newbies, probably just transferred in from whatever position they had before.
"Halt, in the name of the Faerie Queen!" the one on the left shouted.
"Who are you?" chorused the right.

(Am I allowed to do this? If not, just disregard everything and assume Yama said something hilarious.)

Aza laughed. With reckless abandon. She laughed hysterically. "I am the rightful heir to the throne," she said, still giggly. "You wouldn't dare attack me."

The guards shifted their feet nervously. One of them puffed out his chest and said "Yeah? That's what you think! According to the Queen, you're not allowed anywhere near the castle! We're supposed to kill you on sight!"
The other guard silently took out a shiny, metal whistle (like the one the gym teacher uses) and blew into it. The noise was piercing, so bad that Yama had to cover his ears. It echoed throughout the halls and continued to do so until the Half-Dragon used his Earthbending to rip it from the guard's hand and crush it like an empty soda can.

"Seriously, you don't believe me?" Aza shook her head. "My name is Azalane Mirage Firewind, I am the rightful heir of Her Majesty, Poinsetta Kadrika Firewind," she proclaimed broadly. "And if need be, I will kill you on sight. Which would be rather unfortunate, as I've already seen you, don't you think?"

Yama's Seismic Sense began to tingle again, the vibrations of footsteps traveling through his feet and into his body despite the ones creating them being far away. Twelve guards, all of them heavily-armed and better-trained than Dee and Dumb in front of him.
The Half-Dragon turned to Romeo, "We've got more of them coming in hot! Do you want to fight or run?"

"I got it," Aza said cheerfully, purple and black flames sparking to life in her hands. They shifted with ghastly incandescence. "Let's charbroil some soldiers."

Yama grinned, a sickening, snaggle-toothed smile that made him look like a shark on anti-depressants. He brandished his hammer and gave it a mighty toss, claw-first. It spun through the air and found a new home within the left guard's shoulder. As he clutched his arm and cried out in pain, Yama used his Earthbending to pull the guard by the hammer, dislocating the shoulder and causing blood to spurt out in a fountain. He grabbed the hammer when it was close enough and brought a wild haymaker to the guard's jaw, snapping his neck as the light left his fear-stricken eyes.
Wrenching the hammer from his now-dead foe, blood and viscera dripped onto the stone floor, staining it a dark red.

Aza thrust her hands forward, muttering something under her breath. The fire in her hands went out, seemingly destroyed, but she flicked her wrists toward the guards. All the remaining guards burst into flames, screaming in agony and turning to ashes. She spun on her heel, brushing her hands together. "All done."

"Not yet!" Yama called. "We've still got more on the way! I count about twelve, and I don't think they'll just roll over like those morons." He sighed and turned to Aza. "Listen, I don't know about you, but I didn't come here for a fight. I'm getting my gold and getting out of here. Peace!"
He made a sign with his hands (imagine that meme with the two guys and one does the sideways peace sign while fading out of the photo) as the floor opened underneath him, shooting him down multiple floors and through a bathroom before he settled into the dirt far below the castle itself.

Aza shook her head. She knew that about twenty traps just sprung themselves, they were invisible, so Yama wouldn't notice them until quite a while later when a few fairie warriors came after his head.

The room Yama arrived in was created entirely of emeralds and other jewels, glistening like they were dipped in water. Jeweled vases sat on crystal pedestals, scarabs from Egypt hung on the walls. Clearly, everything in this room was of extreme value.

Yama's jaw dropped when he popped through a hole in the floor in the treasure hoard. As he brushed bits of marble tile and clay off of his snout and shoulders, colors filled his eyes. "Feeling" a location with Seismic Sense couldn't hold a candle to being in the room itself, and his draconic greed-meter was spiking like crazy. He wanted everything, needed everything, but he slammed his eyes shut and took deep breaths. He needed to focus.
Reaching out with his sense, he found something that looked like a box. And another one. And another. And another. It kept going until he felt about 11 different box-shaped objects placed in various locations around the room.
Probably meant to fool robbers like myself, Yama thought. Well, that's Romeo's problem, now.
The Half-Dragon planted his feet and pumped both of his fists in front of him. Suddenly, the room began to shake, and then the castle itself. It wasn't the best way to take everything off of the walls, but soon ceremonial weapons, jewel-encrusted scarabs, and what looked like an entire Shiaran sarcophagus (that's what Egypt and the Sahara Desert are called in my world) soon fell to the floor. The sarcophagus was empty, thank goodness, but everything in this room was worth millions if not more. Then, he held his left hand up while focusing on the locations of the Paradox Boxes and pushed down with his right. Both he and the treasure trove sank into the ground while leaving pillars of stone where the boxes sat. Not a coin was spared as he sank further and further down, eventually twisting his arms in a clockwise motion to seal off the top of this new "bubble" that he created. Now, all that was left was to simply run away as fast as he could.

Just then, about ten faeries shot an invisible arrow each straight into Yama's back. Tiny tendrils wrapped around his veins and locked in place. Tracking devices synced instantly, locking onto his position.

"Shit!" Yama cried as the arrows dug into his back. They nearly missed the wing joints, but it hurt like hell. There was no way he was going to be able to fly. He broke concentration and bent the walls around him, creating thousands of sharp spikes that stabbed into the room, spearing each of them. The invisibility they had wore off, leaving bloodied corpses on dripping off of the spikes like macabre decorations. Those arrows were hampering his escape, so he set to removing them. Unfortunately, they were wrapped around blood vessels and preventing an easy removal.
Oh, this is gonna suck ASS.
Bending the iron in his blood, he severed veins and blocked the blood flow, preventing him from bleeding out. One by one, he weaved the blood vessels out of the way of the arrows, removed the arrows, and then stitched his veins back together. The pain was excruciating, but he couldn't yell for fear of alerting more guards. After all ten arrows were removed, he sent them through the ground and pushed them as far away as he possibly could, past the castle, into the forest.
"I certainly hope more don't show up," the Half-Dragon said, realizing the grim portent in his words. He then set himself to moving the hoard away from the castle, about the same speed when he first dug into the castle (i.e. faster than a Romeo in flight).