Epics of Noche 1, Anchor

EON CH 92

MEDUSA TESTS FIRE & ICE.

1774, NOVEMBER 13th SUNDAY 11:30 am.

Medusa raised her arm into the air; Vida stood on the center of the track field with Rust opposing her.

The arm fell into a chop. "BEGIN!"

An explosion rattled the track field as fires consumed Rust. The heat dispearsed and he patted off the lingering flames.

"Ho ho ho, shpectacular missh Vida!"

With a grin she unleashed a barrage of fire attacks, but Rust stood motionless.

"She hash quite the shtrength, lady Medusha!"

"Noted," she grumbled.

Ouroboros struck the side of Rust's head – he took a step back, raised a hand to his helment, and rubbed.

"And shplendid inshtincts when it comesh to combat." 

Rust grabbed one of Vida's punches, he spun behind her and locked her arm behind her back. A loud pop came from her shoulder, Vida bent unnaturally, and attacked from a blind spot. Rust let go and jumped back – Vida threw her arm back into socket.

She raised her arm, red energy gathered in her palm and flung fire towards the ground. An explosion rocked the track field once more as chunks of rock and dirt were sent flying in all directions. Medusa's head followed a beach ball-sized stone that flew straight up – before falling onto the roof of the HQ's auditorium.

Medusa groaned for several seconds. "Right before the FUCKING party too – have to hire contractors from MoveCity, god fucking damn it."

"Shplendid, shplendid Vida!" Rust laughed. "Alash, me thinksh it'sh time to end thish practice shesshion."

Vida blew a strand of hair out of her mouth. "Boooooo."

Rust laughed and approached Medusa.

"Dreg ish right, ash ushual," he said. "Vida is at leasht half-gen."

"So she's TWICE as strong as the Milkman," Medusa groaned louder. "Great, just greaaat."

The old man leaned it towards Medusa's ear and whispered. "I would be cautioush, Madam Medusha. My old man inshtincts tell me, deshpute the difference in shtrength, that there'sh a chance Vida could besht a general in combat."

Medusa eyed Rust for a moment — he nodded.

"Your serious?"

"I'm afraid sho... Call it paranoia, but I get the feeling she shtill hash an ace up her shleeve."

"How can she be so powerful?"

"Mayhapsh her parentsh were closhe to general level."

"Or perhaps," Medusa turned to General Salt, who was working in a nearby garden. Her eyes bore into the large, timid man. "She may as well be made of Drive."

The President's eyes widened as General Trio walked down the hill with Tak de Leon.

"I told you I'd introduce you to General Salt eventually! Look at him, hiding in his stinky garden!" Trio created a megaphone. "HI SALT!"

She threw the megaphone at his head – the timid general frowned.

"T-TRIO! I-I'm so sorry a-about that," Tak said.

"I-It's ok," Salt looked away.

"D-D-Do you both have a stutter?" Trio asked.

Salt and Tak both glared at the woman.