*ROAR* The azure dragon announced its presence with a loud roar that shook the sky and splintered the ground. Asherah was forced to retreat a few steps as soon as the dragon’s roar reached her ears, and the Asherah Pole wavered slightly. She gritted her teeth as a strong desire to persist and achieve her goal flashed through her mind. With a silent roar of encouragement within her mind, she forced herself to stand underneath the suppression of the great beast, and pushed forward like a blistering arrow! *Boom* A small sonic boom was heard as Asherah pushed forward, spear in hand. The Asherah Pole responded to her fiery heart and began to vibrate strongly. Her desire acted like a drug for the Asherah Pole, and the flames that it released burned brighter and stronger! *Crackle* Sparks appeared around the Asherah Pole, and the ground around it turned into lava as it failed to endure her power. The magma spiralled and turned, ascending and rushing towards Asherah who accepted its bap
*Puchi*Pazuzu looked at the hand sticking out his back with wide eyes filled with disbelief. His body screamed in pain as his heart, for his heart was smelted by the great fire of the phoenix; yet Pazuzu refused to accept his fate. He screamed in anger and slapped Asherah’s chest, flattening the giant orbs that threatened to spill out momentarily and sending her slamming into the ground!*Boom*“Cough” Asherah coughed up a mouthful of blood as she lay sprawled out on the ground. The Asherah Pole shook gently before slowly fading out of existence, for its job had been done. As it disappeared, the black flames around the spear Asherah held was extinguished, and she was granted relief; yet this relief only proved to be temporary. The fire that burned through her veins still burned bright, and the damage it caused was continuous. Adding this to the damage she had already accrued, it was certain that Asherah was not going to be alive in the next few minutes. Her tattered robes were a fair
An old man whose steps were aided by the crooked staff that held his right arm high, walked slowly onto the scene He was wearing a large kimono that was a mixture of green and white clouds, and his eyes were filled with wisdom. He had a gentle smile on his face, and his demeanour was that of a friendly neighbourhood uncle. Next to him was a peculiar looking man with piercings all over his body. If the former was a man who caused one to feel at peace by merely being there, the latter was one whose presence caused one to be unsettled and fearful. In a way, each one cancelled the effect of the other! These two were Old Fan and Chief Doctor Kaka! They who had disappeared o’er so long ago, much to Mane’s confusion and Hildegarde’s worry, had reappeared! And behind them were Village Head Samoa and his guards! They weren’t the only ones present however, for every single villager that had gone missing was here with them! It didn’t matter if it was the old women who sold fruits and vegetables
“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