Trident closed his eyes, he'd just have to raise another shield to hold them back until he got a renewed energetic surge, he thought.
But their piercing cries rang again, their limbs falling to the earth flailing. Staring above him, he saw domineering the skies, the Mace, surrounded by its mobile cannons and interstellar chariots, their cores exhuming volleys of halos, beams and orbs upon Norgus' attacking army of cosmic beasts. Turning to his side, Trident sea him standing proudly upon his battleboard, face unmoved and watching it all in silence as the first wave of cosmic beasts were wiped away. "You kept a solid front out there", Thorace commended, "but I saw you were tiring out and that soon, you'd be a flying pinball." "Nice joke", Trident snapped, "if you were here I'd not have to fight in this unevolved state." "Accept my apologies bondmate", Thorace said, "but I'd like to ask one thing." "From what I've seen, I"Just send it burning Norgus", Zorg grinned with a revenge driven delight, "I can't wait to see him and his pet howling to the thores of death." "I'm already getting it done Zorg", Norgus said his palms falling on that holographic screen, creating a configuration with those geometric shapes. He locked Trident on target setting the Trail Disector for a countdown to fire. "Now I don't expect to ever see him poking how nose into what doesn't concern him ever again." Nord said pleased. Staring into the Trail Disector's core, Thorace could see the complexities surrounding the creation of its immense surge of energy which was rapidly building up within its core, making the atmosphere around it steam with vivid ripples of fire and what it birthed at that moment was just the reflection of that same word - fire. Thorace steeled himself within and so did Trident, who raised his burning shield, prepared to take the mighty blow of that enraged halo. It was going to be tough for the
"But it doesn't eradicate the chance of us getting scattered across dimensions, we'd still have to make use of our cores to keep ourselves safe." Vage continued his explanation. "One more question", Rode called, "is it a cannon or handheld ?" "Handheld", Vage replied, "it may be a microbe compared to the Trail Disector, but they are on par when in action, even in the palms of a man." "Talking about the man", Rode pointed out, "I can see he's taking a break." "Don't underestimate Thorace", Vage checked, "he never runs out of fire." *** *** *** Thorace kneeling on his battleboard descended to the deck of the Mace, panting from the effort he had gave and the strain it had caused him, he nevertheless had the fire within him to keep forging his way forward. So long as the Trail Disector was in the hands of the Feudal Order he was going to keep battling until it was finally his. "Sorry for coming late !" A voice called from above. "I had to do some background
That astral expanse of stars and galaxies scattered across cosmic realms and infinite dimensions unveiled themselves. Flying by, their passing heralding cosmic seas of colossal and opalescent waves, waterfalls of fabric like intensities fluttering like garments within the blowing winds, which all fused into a centripetal pattern of cracks that unveiled that civilization, grand and majestic ; the mighty cities flaring of astral emerald and cosmic gold, and the galaxies revolving in harmony. This hidden realm now unveiled lay before them in all its stellar grandeur and majesty, faded away consumed in that massive explosion that engulfed the entire terrain. Rising from their knees coughing and aching all over, that flaring configuration of ideograms enacted itself before Vage and Thorace and ahead of them, the Trail Disector frayed into ash that trailed its way into the core of the configuration before them, which went through a fission, separating itself into two whole parts that
James eyes fell on his sister's textbook, he too was puzzled as to how Henry had figured out the answer to the the question without even seeing it. And from the look on Judith's face after having turned to the answer section of the textbook, it seemed that Henry was right. "How did you know the answer ?" James asked. Henry walked down the staircase, his schoolbag strapped over his right shoulder and his eyes burning as always. Holding five slices of jammed bread in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, he didn't seem yo take note of the puzzled expression on their faces. Taking a bite at all five slices at once, like a lion he finished everything within a few seconds, downing the entire cup of tea in one gulp. Walking calmly towards Judith, he snatched her note and pen, without using a calculator, he breezed through the phases which led to the answer of the question. "There's the working", dropping the note on the couch, "and we better get going, or else we'll miss the
"But you could get hurt !" James warned. "I'm the one who should he scared for you, it shouldn't be tho other way round", Henry replied, smiling, "If you don't want to get hurt, both of you should wait behind while I clear the way." "You heard him", Judith said grabbing James shoulder, sending him stumbling backwards, "since the stubborn ship insists on walking into the lion's den, it's best we let it be." "You might be wrong Judith", James gave a sarcastic reply as he waved his head in mock grief, "I got a feeling that those guys are the dead ship right now." Judith slapped herself in the face, what was wrong with her elder twin brother that he couldn't see things for what they were. "I know a man who can kill by merely looking at him", James continued, "and to be honest Judith, I saw it in Henry's eyes. He's definitely going to kill someone today." Both brother and sister watched as Henry walked fearlessly
"So you're saying that Samuel", his mother defended, "was going to kill Henry or whoever it is ... that was just a tool to threaten him" "A "tool" you say", Mrs John fired, speaking for the first time since the meeting began, "to threaten someone with ? They attacked Henry, was that anything far from murder ?" Henry stood next to the window, staring at the lawn outside, from above. Apparently, he wasn't concerned with what they were saying. John and Judith shuffled close to each other, glued to a corner, watching the Vice principal and their parents argue about the fight yesterday. Judith took note that Mrs Edna wasn't saying anything, she wasn't even making a move to defend her son Henry. "Can Henry claim that he was ignorant of the fact that they were going to attack him !" Mr Mark challenged. "I didn't know they had "tools" with them", Henry blurted, "I thought it would be a simple case of kicks and punches. Besides, they
"But you were bold enough to walk into their midst when you could have avoided them in the first place, that meant that you were aware of what you were doing young man." Kayode charged. "I did what I did", Henry spoke under his breath, "because I knew I could defend myself. They were just taught to not mess with anybody." "And was that right to you", Edna yelled, infuriated more by his calm outlook than his words, "taking the law into your hands all in the name of teaching them a lesson, when you could have just reported them." "Report !" Henry chewed the word which tasted like gall, "I had done that a long time ago", he said, "not once, twice, even thrice. But I was always ignored and denied justice, just because of who I was, and with all that bitterness, I became a fighter." "But this is not a battlefield", Kayode chided. "My first secret", Henry continued, "where I come from, everywhere is a battlefield, every place is an arena, and if you don't stand up and figh
"We know that you're there Judith." Henry's voice rang accompanied by James sarcastic laughter. Furious, she swung the door open, standing with her glass of fruit juice and saucer in her hands, glaring angrily at the boys who laughed hard. their backs on the bed. She was puzzled as to what caused the laughter, staring at the wall ahead of her. she realized that Henry and James had placed a mirror directly facing the door, which meant that they had been seeing her all along. Judith felt like a cow and watching James snatch the cake from her and dump it into his stomach in one munch made her angrier. "That was mine !" She yelled. "And this is ours", James replied, "so don't come trespassing." Her hand came straight for James' face but a hard backed book struck her wrist, making her clutch her hand. It was Henry who still had the gamepad in his hand whistling away as he played acting like he didn't care if she was there. She hadn't seen him throw the book but her instinc