“You have placed the entire world in danger,” Asherah snarled as her other eyes went dim. She slumped to the ground helplessly, finding the pain of failing right when success was at the door, quite unbearable. She had been so close. In fact, she had actually succeeded. What she did not expect was that Old Fan and the others would appear at the end and undo all her hard work. “Don’t worry. You aren’t going to die. We need you alive so that our king can deal with you as he sees fit, betrayer.” Chief Doctor Kaka smiled broadly and approached Asherah. Then just like he did for Pazuzu, he consumed the lives of some of the Wind Demons and healed those seemingly irreparable damages that Asherah had accrued. “As our former queen, you cannot just go around dying on your own. You ought to stay alive, so that you can watch our king return to the world in power and in splendour.” Chief Doctor Kaka cackled like a mad man. Asherah felt her wounds healing at a rapid pace, and even the blood vessel
Pathfinder’s response to his Ancestor’s command was immediate action. His body dispersed into mist and coalesced in the middle of the Wind Demons. His eyes, as red as Magma his son’s, pierced through the bodies of the first few Wind Demons that met his gaze, and they froze in their tracks. This wasn’t due to fear, for these Wind Demons had been present even before Pathfinder was born, and they had fought against actual gods and kept their lives. No, this was the power of oppression. This was the power contained within the gaze of a man who regarded life as a mere tool to be used and discarded when its purpose was no longer grandiose. This was the gaze of a man unburdened by murder. With his fingers extended into claws and his arms bulged out like a python’s maw, Pathfinder grabbed the head of the Wind Demon closest to him and smashed it into the ground!*Bang*Pathfinder’s assault didn’t end in a ‘grab and smash’. Lifting his other arm he summoned an inhumane amount of power into his
Pathfinder dashed forward at a speed that could not be followed by the human eye. He moved like an articulator truck, flattening everything in his path. Two Wind Demons that stood in his way faced his wrath although they were not the reason for it, and their head were wrung cleanly off their necks and tossed aside with the disdain of a rich man towards the slums. The three Wind Demons that had captured Pathfinder’s attention, and whose attention he too had captured, merely watched his charge without a change in their expressions. The brawny one whose weapon was a pair of wind gauntlets stepped out of the shadows of the other two to meet Pathfinder; for he had judged that he was the only one physically capable of stopping such a charge head-on!Seeing the Wind demon that stood within his path was one of the three whose heads he sought to crush, Pathfinder’s eyes glowed brightly. His already tense muscles accepted a little bit more of the pressure that inflated their masses and caused t
With a massive boom and a loud blast that could only be matched by the deafening yet chaotic sound of a nuclear missile, an axe as large as – if not larger than – Pathfinder, appeared in his hand. The axe was as red as the crimson of his eyes, and its blade dripped with blood as though it was a conduit for a bloody stream. When that weapon speared in his hands, the atmosphere of the battlefield changed.“To think that he had a weapon all this while,” the female Wind Demon murmured as she slowly stepped back to adopt a more defensive posture.If before it felt as though Pathfinder was being bullied with numbers, now it felt as though he was the one bullying them! It was like placing a quality painting against ten inferior ones. There was no way one would pick the inferior ones, even as a collection, over the top quality one.“Why did he not reveal his weapon from the very beginning then? Was he looking down on us?” the bulky Wind Demon thought as a fury surged within the depths of his
In battle, momentum was very important. For it was momentum that birthed morale, and morale birthed courage while instilling fear in the heart of opponents. While for certain enemies, instilling fear was impossible, the effect of an increased morale could not be negated. People did things that they would not have done otherwise when they were chockfull of courage and emptied of fear. They took risks they would not even think about on a normal day. Wind Demons were foes that did not know fear. They who had served underneath the banner of the Wind Demon King had fought against the strongest of beings Cree had to offer. Pathfinder was not enough to bring them to their knees in fear; however, that did not matter when the person in question had lost all inhibitions due to the momentum he had built up. The smile on Pathfinder’s face and the fire that he was surprisingly able to control, had put him in a great spot, and he was brimming with confidence right now.*Boom*Pathfinder dashed forw
“Insane B*st*rd” the female Wind Demon cursed silently. She saw through his intentions as swiftly as a hare bolted from the arms of a predator. She could not help but be surprised by Pathfinder’s decision, given that this was not something that the normal person would do – or even try to attempt for that matter.“Barbarians are indeed as crazy as they say they are,” she mumbled silently as he eyes glowed bright green. The elements of wind baptised her in their love, causing the cloak that she had summoned from the strength of these very same elements to shimmer brighter than it had all this while. Surprisingly, even after seeing through Pathfinder’s intentions, she did not retreat. Contrary to what one would have expected, she went forward with her attack!While one would have regarded her decision a silly one, one had to remember that she was not alone; she had never been alone from the beginning.*Boom*A powerful wind pressure that Pathfinder was all too familiar with descended upo
“This feeling…” the lanky Wind Demon clutched his chest as his heartbeat began to rise rapidly. His face which had been neutral all this time, containing little or no emotion, began to flush red as his lips curled into a maniacal smile.“…it’s like those times” the female Wind Demon whose actions had cast Pathfinder into his current predicament was also smiling widely. Her hands were trembling strongly, and her eyes were filled with a strong desire for battle. The bloodlust that she had not shown any sings of having, suddenly bulged out and covered her entire frame like a blanket, causing a few Wind Demons that were around her to grow stiff in fear.“To think he would bring us such a sight…and awaken the dormant desire within our hearts,” the lanky Wind Demon chuckled and grabbed his blade. The hand that gripped his fan clenched the handle of the unusual weapon tighter, exposing the throbbing veins on his arm.It was such an uncomfortable sight. While surrounded by the flames of Rigor
“You have quite the subordinate there,” Chief Priest Kaka chuckled as he tore his eyes away from Pathfinder’s battle. His laughter was disturbing and unique, and anyone would have felt chills crawl down their lengthy spines had they heard it. Well, it was a good thing then that the person he was facing was not just anyone.“He is not a subordinate,” the Barbarian Primogenitor shook her head with a chuckle as well. “Well, he was in the past. Now he is a comrade.” She added before gently turning her neck and stretching her arms. She looked like a woman who was only interested in some yoga practice.“You don’t seem worried. He is grossly outnumbered and those he is facing are freaks who would do anything to get the job done.” Chief Priest Kaka didn’t seem to mind the preparations that his opponent was making. His gaze rested upon the figure of the Wind Demon standing next to him with a vacant expression on his face – Village Head Samoa.“Well, my guy is also a freak,” then Primogenitor l