Ronke’s heartbeat doubled within her chest. She had just given a talk now, and had fired up everyone right about then. But then again her heart. The Wave was here and she was rooted to the ground, her feet quivering as she saw the monsters like numerous dots on the landscape in the far distance. In no time, those dots would soon become beatss, large and powerful enough to shatter through the wall.
That is, unless they allow them too.
Fingers snapping, Ronke jerked into life. This was what she had been expecting and like Abiola had said to her,they needed to know what she was going to do. If she turned around to show how rooted she was in the fear which was taking over her entire body, then the morale of the City Would fall immediately.
There was too much at the take for the morale to drop. She had to atek the fir
It worked. Ronke's plan worked. I am excited ehre. Hoooraayyy//. Lol, thankfully we had help. The Ascenders
“Do we have anyone who is injured here?’ Ronke said as she walked through the midst of the familiars now. She had her hands to her backs, the balls levitating around her shoulders and now gone into a dormant state, rather than being active on the whole show that they had been putting on. Right now, she was not in the mood for combat. Rather, she was taking inventory of how much damage that they had survived over the first encounter. It was their first encounter so far. She could literally read out the joy on their faces as they smiled from ear to ear. They had survived the First tide of the Wave, SO what? It was nothing. Like the records all said, the Wave would not start just like that. It Would come in tides. If the wave was a powerful one, then there could be as many as two to three tides. But if it was just o
In war, no matter how skilled you are, when pressed on every side, only one thing matters. Your survival, and if it takes only a low level skill to make it through, repeatedly, you’d do it. High powered skills are only there for one on one battles. Choose the low level trusty skills you can easily conjure in any battle of multiple opponents. ------------ Culled from: Of war and of Warriors. --------- Life is war. Numerous echoes of roars and growls rent the air. The serene atmosphere ruptured by the discordant stomping of paws and hooves. Light vegetation stomped to smithereens. While outlines of tremendous beasts glinted at the horizon Whether you run from the war, life is. Or run to it; you have to fight. At some point. For the Familiars, this was their time. Their deciding moment. The gusto of the Familiars matched the growling stampede. Brave Earth Familiars in grey tunics rushed out. Their mouths opening as they cr
No matter what happened here, Ronke’s plan was not foolproof. Things could always go south. It was for this reason, Hana remained jittery all through the wave. None of that they had faced up till now could prepare them adequately to face a wave. She knew that much. Despite being Lord Classed, she still felt uneasy. Somehow, something would happen. Something that was unplanned for. That was what she looked out for. The one thing she would be able to tank out with her Lord Classed Soul Strength. Law of War churned in her soul space, furiously boosting her spirits as she held her blade, tense but ready for action. She dashed to the left, slicing through, her eyes shut. Fiery aura razing into the atmosphere about her as the air heated up considerably. Her mind went ablaze, alertness level surging high. This was the true power of the Lord Class. The Class were one had a Soul Aura, the first true step in the beginning of power ascension. She opened her eyes
“Ah!” Ronke moaned as her body slammed helplessly against the ground. She thrust her hands to both sides, her vision hazy. Looking for something to grab onto and regain her balance. However, for each object she touched, she could only make out the soft, squished and slightly distorted forms of them. These were once living creatures. There were the bodies of the beasts which had been stuck down by the familiars so far. Pride surged in her heart but at the same time, looking on through the hazy vision of hers, she felt a bit of panic. What was Bayo up to now? “Hey, need a hand?” A voice called to her, helping her get back up. Rejuvenated by the source of the voice, Ronke summoned all of her will power as she rose, hefting
Apart from absorbing bloodlines while you fight, what else did you notice about this battlefield/’ Yasmin asked Bayo as he flexed his fingers right in front of the Beast. The Turtle Backed Sonic Beatss was already in front of him and the form of it was indeed tremendous. Just like he had seen from a distance. It was fearsome, its huge buck tripling the confidence of the monsters as it stared at him balefully. “You Want some?” Bayo taunted. ‘Focus, Biayo.’ Yamsin Called out to him. ‘I know, I just want to say something to it. It's staring at me and making me feel somehow.’ Byao complained. The Beast in front of him seemed to study him with beastial intelligence. It remained still, pausing and waiting while its Beetle eyes
“Did you know about this?” Abiola asked Ronke, mouth agape. “He is a monster.” “Yeah, that does not matter. We won.” Ronke dismissed the conversation. But on looking back, her eyes widened now. Several of the Familiars seemed stuck to even act as they stared at Bayo, standing over the gigantic mass of the Turtle Backed Sonic Beetle. She could instantly guess what they were thinking. Now, they would be putting two plus two together, making their observations about what was really happening. Holding her stomach now, she heaved and then screamed out, free hand in the air. What if they decide to turn Bayo over to seek the peace like they usually had to do/ Her Heart raced, numerous thoughts surging through them. She would have to find a way to protect him. Sh
Life is not one thing that is set in stone. Our fate is not set in stone. One moment, we may think we have it all but then at that same moment, Life plays its expensive jokes at our expense. There and then, the life that thought was perfect immediately takes a sour turn, making for nightmares what once thought we had. It is a pitiful tale of our own very existence but it is so that we must live. One by which we must abide in, as far as we are not gods. Even the gods themselves are fated to live lives in which they are not pleased with. What then is the confidence for us who are not even like the gods in any way? There is nothing in life, that being said, there is everything in life. Let us not think that at our best moments, we do not expect the worst. Always set out good things but then, keep a handy
I, Temi, former Asoju of the Irunmole Society and ambassador to the Draconian Confederacy hereby write, in this official statement in my defense, that I do not regret my actions so far. Nevertheless, it is not to your fault that I hold these things. I try very much not to dwell on what is past but in the same vein, the recent happenings have left me irked. So irked that I would rzae the heavens to get my vengeance. The one who cost me my pain, the Ascender and First Born of the abominations of Trixius. Fight and destroy every one of them until, at long last, my dignity is restored and the hand that struck me down is brought back in embers. I, upon my honor, I shall have the head of the First Born. Maybe, only maybe by then, you may come to believe me. To believe the extent of the severity of the threat that