At nearly the same time. Esther was also making quick work of the elder.No matter what he did. Whether it was usage of aura into technique, he was not her league and she made sure that the lesson made home in his head with the hard punches and kicks she gave.He was made to feel tremendous pain even when he tried to block her attacks with Aura.For her, his aura was as Strong as a sheet of paper.*Pow!pow!!pow!!!*Like she was spanking a child for the error of his ways and not a middle aged man.Finally, the elder could not take it again as he was sent to the ground like a ragged doll.Blood came out of his nose, ears and mouth. His body was also not in the best of shape. His muscles were swollen at some points and at others, curved in.Esther walked to him. One step at a time. Never in a rush neither was she too slow. She had felt a bit insulted that a child like the elder had even thought that he was her opponent.She lifted her hand to the sky. Runes gathered around her hands glow
....Meanwhile, back at Bastets temple, a crisis had come knocking. A very bad crises. And at the moment, Bastet was at a loss for what to do. Although she did have contingency plans especially for situations such as these but at the moment, she hesitated to use them. And the reason for that, was non other than the fact that her most precious Derek was currently out of the nest and fighting with his friends for a friend.If she took that step now, it might not be an easy fix. But she had no choice. She had to do it.Because, right at the moment, the forces of not one but two noble families were at her door step.She did not know how they had managed to find the node in the outside world that led to her temple, but at the moment, it did not matter. Bastet was smart. in fact, she was very smart for her age of barely a few thousand years. She had managed to outsmart the entire nobility of the Writer world and stayed hidden for a very long time. She had outsmarted old Writers of severa
And to make matters worse, there was this continuous ringing in her head whenever both of them came close enough.The ringing made for concentration to be impossible. But that was no excuse for this warrior maid to back off from a fight.She thrust her chain with knives at its edges at him, but he blocked it with a bone knife. Moving his hand in a circular motion, he wrapped her chains around his hand and pulled her closer.By now, he understands that she was somehow weakened before him.As he dragged her closer, the ringing sound in her head increased. She was forced to once more let go of her rune chain.But not before his attack brushed past her thighs, taking with them three lines of flesh. One for each bone knife his elbow had to offer."Hahaha!!!" His maniac laugh was loud and irritating to the ears. It sounded like an echo of laughs came after his own."Yes! I have always wanted to know.what the colour of a Writer's body was like. I am indeed disappointed that your kind does no
"DEREK! MOVE!!" Hayaa screamed in his head and he barely rolled over to the side in time.A massive red gas of souls left Mr Woody's dead body. Dissolving into the air as there did. Derek looked back at the body on the ground. It had shriveled into skin and bones."You are very lucky. That was really close. If those demented souls had gotten into you, you would have very much regreted your identity as a Writer." Hayaa adviced."Wait is that what was caught all the ringing in my head?" "Yes! Writers are destiny's instrument for maintaining balance. The deafening ringing you heard standing close to him was as a result of their beg and resentment towards your kind. Mortals being what they are have little to no control and sensitivity to the soul. But once they become dead and in soul form, they can sense the authority your soul rune has over them. They can also sense the abundance of life your soul rune carries. Normal dead souls would have done nothing and maybe even stay away. But no
"Damn it! At this rate,we will not be able to switch nodes in time." Bastet lamented in annoyance."We have to stall them. Before they get through."She turned to an acolyte beside her. "Bring out the canons!""Yes madam!" She responded and left but then she turned back, "which of them, madam!? Mortal cannons or the ones used during the war?" She asked panicking.Bastet faced palmed. It was moments like these that she missed the presence of Lydia. She would have probably brought out the cannons even before Bastet ordered it."ALL OF THEM!!!" She screamed in anger."Yes! Madam Bastet." The acolyte bowed in panic before running out of the room.Walter opened a small zodiac gate that led to his room. Stretching his hand in, he brought out a bottle of wine and a glass. He poured the contents of the bottle into the glass and using his walking stick, he walked to Bastet."Here, have some. You need it." Bastet took the glass from his hand and downed it's content in one gulp."You should tak
Yes! Erugard was a fire elemental Norminer. And he was a very high one at that too. Just the appearance of his quill pen alone that was deep red and looked like it would burn his hand was enough for the surrounding temperature to rise.And as more of the feathers of fire surrounded his body, the more the hit in the environment increase.His hands moved and walls of fire were formed that protected against Bastet's assault.And then he willed again and his pen wrote runes in the air. These runes morphed into large scary balls of fire. And the moment he stretched his hand, they went in the direction he pointed.They went straight for the Zordia gate. Some of the acolytes were already shivering in fear. Nobody here was dumb. If those things were to get in here, they knew there were as good as done for. After all, who would survive such a blast from a high level Norminer.But just before the blast would make home, Bastet suddenly had a smile on her face. Her fingers moved and the so wide
This idea by Bastet made Mr Walter remember an old saying by mortals: A mighty dragon cannot win a snake in its own hole.Egypt as a whole was Bastet's tuff. And it had been her tuff for thousands of years already. She had made a home for herself here. She had also created traps here and there. She had faithful followers and worshipers till this day. Even though she intentionally had the temple above ground destroyed in other to confuse people that she was no more there, she still had a firm hold of the place.Infact, a good number of her acolytes unless those from special cases, were from this land.This meant that she had in her palms what many would normal refer to as the home advantage. And she was at the moment, taking full advantage of it.Erugard looked ahead only to see the crowd rushing towards him. Now the 'crowd' in this case does not refer to crowds of people but rather a crowd of exotic animals.Bastet was a collector by nature. She enjoyed taking rare creatures and ite
This particular skill of hers that she displayed during times of war, was indeed the reason that she was called a war Goddess.Those same skills that she had not brought to the table for a long time now we're displaying their effectiveness.She did not need to participate in the war herself before it had incredible results.Although, she did feel a bit sour about the loss of her exotic animals, but that did not matter as of the moment.Erugard had been caught unawares on two fronts. But that did not mean that the fight was over........Meanwhile back at Atlantis, another battle that had been going on was already at its peak.By now, news about the fight within Atlas was already known by many in Atlantis including members of the Grootslang there.Derek and Gina had worked together to get rid of one monster, but a more problematic one was still on the loose.And the person facing him was Esther.Elder Caleb drank the bottle of red vile and had become a walking disaster. He looked like