"It doesn't matter! I brought to her the salvation that your type was unwilling to give out!" Ashabi cried out now as she threw her hands into the sky.
In a burst of surprise momentum, her body zoomed forward, hands spread wild at her side. She was dashing in for the Masquerade with the cloak of Raffia at his neck.
Acting swiftly, Maso the Masquerade with the Raffia collar suddenly jerked his upper torso backward. That way, he is able to evade the dive in of Ashabi as her two hands come to clasp over his head.Â
At the same time, a sister smile crosses her lips now as she watches him from above her hands, the former having to adjust his legs to control his balance on the ground. Simultaneously, his hands also reverberate a the same time, sliding up in the form of upper cuts for the upper belly of Ashabi.
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It would not make sense for us to discuss what makes Fairweather a town which is well talked about and leave out the prizely item. Yes, the Apata Orisha. It is a Godly item, divine in itself that whoever holds it within. The power to seal Masquerades, it is such a huge thing that many do not possess. And how does that work? How does the working of the God of Seals and Crafts put together generate an item as legendary as the Apata Orisha? And still be able to seal even Demigods that are Masquerades? It is simple. Or perhaps, rather hard to explain being that we do not exactly know how it works. Perhaps, if there are those who become deified, they may be able to come to better understanding of it. However, that would not be what we discuss in this edition. What is to be illuminated here is how exactly the Apata Orisha works. Thinking of it by the name, one may want to assume that it is one huge rock of som
Also, the stone has its sealing to be done in forms of Chains. The higher the chain, the higher the power level of the Masquerades concerned. Which is certainly more than enough considering how powerful Masquerades are, at their basest of forms in the first place. And it's activation, is by sheer willpower. Nothing more, nothing less.By now, it should be not a surprise no more about how the working of the Apata Orisha works. Neither should it be amusing about the Class of strength these nigh divine beings contain in themselves, should it?A Masquerade in the truest form of it's power is ranked at the Demi God Class. Or at the Prime class with power mastery over a particular law.Or at least to an extent whereby their power cannot be ignored. No, not by the slightest means.Now, imagine the Chief of the Toen of Fair Weather having to have a portion of the power of each Masquerade sealed.And to think that the Masquerades sealed would all have a
It was time for her to take things serious, or so Ashabi was willing to think so.She was a Masquerade, a phantom one at that who was jaut recently bonded to the Hadjan Host, Hana. There was only so much control she could have. It was literally from jumping from one master to another, except that this one was the one whom she could edge over.This was not the Cheif of Fair Weather. It was not the matter who knew how to use the collective powers of the other Masquerades in order to force her submission. Now, that it was just them and her, Ashabi was willing to deal drastic damages to them.She had to make sure that the power the Chief enjoyed was massively cut off before he came around.That Chief, she truly had a lot to settle with him. However now, She had to to deal with the most obvious problems before her.The five standing Masquerades. Moshi, the Wind Masquerade was already gone and so defeated.It was no strange that it had
And the last pillar with seven chains, that one simply gave way. Shattering to bits but not before each of the Seven Chains were broken with a forceful eruption of concusion winds.Gasping to breath at this point, realization, the man immediately jumps to his feet now. As he did that, the people who had begun to gather around him in a panicky circle immediately give space allowance to him.“Chief Bamiro! The masquerade of the seven chains has escaped her hold!” One of them spoke, he had a head band of blue on his face.“You think I don't know that?” the middle aged man who turned out to be the Cheif of the town fired back, spite in his tone.Since the beginning of the festival now, he had has a forebroding feeling that things may not be the same afterwards. He had wanted to call it off but then he was only a Chief. And as a Chief, full power never really was his.He had a council of Elders with whom he was to consult with and the then derive jo
Now I know what you kay begin to speak about. That we dwell so long on the subject matter of the God of Seals and protection along with his most favored people. The yetians in the town of Fair Weather.However, before such lime of thought should be rationalize, let us come t the understanding that the God of Seals is simply too extensible to hastily discuss. More so, the people who have taken after his Law, granting him a sense of providence much like the other major important Gods are simply too complex to discuss hastily. Now, I reckon that there are other Orishas which we ought to diwcss, others to whom have the most interesting sorows of how they came to be. But then, patience, we should reach there soon enough. Very soon, in fact. But not after dissecting and totally analyzing everything about this Law and the people that abide by it.The Apata Orisha is a powerful artefact. If artifact itself can cut as the most sofficing word for it. Let us say, it i
Rushing towards the Battle Avatar of the Chief, Ashabi let out a cry.Whether itwas because of the fact that sighting the Chief had exerted some pressure on her state of being or that she was simply seeking to end it all with one scream, the reason was unclear. And still, she charged, hands merging into the air towards the Chief.As soon as she got into proximity of the Chief and his avatar, the air shimered about them. The space about both figures seemed to grumble now as it compressed and expanded almost immediately in the same a lot, over and over again.The Chief cocked his neck, which was replicated by the head which was foremost above. Not the one which was directly over just floating being but the one on the neck itself.The Chief also cracked his fingers now, and then the Avatar followed suot, replication every action he made on the chest of the Masquerade Avatar of the Six.Charging forward now, all set of 14 eyes locked on for the das
As each of the seven figures dropped down from empty air, their hands jerked out forward in unison slapping the ground.These were the men of the Chief, the ones who had been trained for the eventuality of a reseal. For the case when a Masquerade would break it's bonds and try to come out to wreck havoc.A second resort contingency. That is when everything else had failed. Which in this case, was the Chief. Even though, that did not mean it actually. The Chief had been duly protected by the healer Irunmole.However to the seven of the Yetians, they had not known that such would have occurred. Which was why they had promptly escaped from where they had maintained in the surroundings, taking charge and focus of the entire battle scene.Taking sharp looks around, they quickly estimated the damage done to the Avatar of the Chief. It was not much, considering that he was the Chief and he had the powers to the six Masquersdes which were still sealed in
“WAKE UP!”The voice cried out within the subconscious of Hana now. The Hadjna lady had her eyes flutter lightly in response to the sound.Singing to herself, there was just darkness which se could see. Darkness left and right, all about her that she could interact with. So pitch black, she could not even see her own hands, talk less of the year of her body.She just had a feeling that she was there. She was not dead, she was still alive. But yet, it seemed that sh was in an alternate reality, one which she could not break out to the main one. She was isolated.And what could have caused it, she had no idea.“You need to WAKE UP!” That same voice cried out to her, sounding annoying and yet desperate.The voice seemed to contain contempt and yet pity for her. It was hard to decipher which one was the harder but then she tried not to dwell on it. The only thing she wondered about it was how could one hate something or someone and yet have pity for it?Or her