Survival Of The Cursed

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4᯾ 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖁𝖆𝖙𝖍

“It’s time!”

Frenzy shouts from the slaves filled the room as Yotifa gave an order. The next strike of his sharp sword was against the ropes that held his sister.

Four arrows from Shade’s bow stuck Itile, two chiefs, and one brother down. Afterward, Prince Awade realized that he was the only one left of his brothers. Immediately, he took out his sword to face them but, there were about five hundred slaves to three hundred of them.

With anger and revenge in his eyes, Prince Awade swung his shiny swords in the air. He was well-skilled and has fought and won over twenty battles. As the leader of warriors in Ondo, Prince Awade had never failed in a battle, except for the one at Ijebu. He wouldn’t want to fail two battles on the same day.

With one wipe, Ajoke released herself from the ropes and stabbed Prince Jade. Almost being stuck by an arrow, Oba Otunba Adesiran. The puppet king, placed thrown by the giants, was scared to death. He held his crown to his chest in fear and hid behind his royal chair. The king exhaled heavily on his breath, trying not to show his face.

Delaja, another girl skilled in martial arts, kicked both men at once and threw them against the wall. Most of the chiefs were drunk and weak, only some royals were able to get the slaves. Lanre didn’t hide like a coward. As revenge for the hot slaps he'd received previously, he punched every royal in the face with a thick log of wood.

The main hall was filled with yells of hard killing blows and screaming of efforts, wasted, gained, and lot. Prince Awade stuck his sword against an unknown girl. As a master in martial arts, he couldn’t help but wonder who they were exactly and what they wanted. Most of them were young ladies, and they were very skilled. It looked as if he daydreamed. The prince had never expected any of this.

They filled the hall with flames of the burning passion for revenge the servants had. They had planned for this far too long. There was no stopping or going back.

Prince Awade fell and stood up to his feet again. Luckily, he wasn’t drunk like the most of them in the room.

One man ran out, Prince Yotifa threw a knife. It stuck to his back, and the man dropped dead right away. His sword, mercilessly swung against two guards that gathered him. Yotifa threw up his sword and the both of them looked up at it. Too foolish of them. He took another sword and sliced their throats before they could drop down their faces. The dead heads rolled on the floor like tyres.

The terrible sight made men scream out of fear while the ladies grunted with pride as their swords and shields clattered into place.

“Agh!”

Asa grunted as her sword clanked against a huge soldier that stopped her. He struck her down with one hit, she stumbled on her feet. Throwing away his sword, he lifted her and kicked her against the wall. Asa reached out for his belt and stabbed him with a sharp dagger he made no use of. The soldier dropped down immediately to the striking pain. Swiftly, she gave him another hit with the dagger and he gave it a rest.

“Agh!!!” she continued with the fight.

None of the people from Ile Ife have killed, tortured, or humiliated any of their family members. Another warrior sliced Ajoke’s leg from her thigh to her leg. Before she could look up at the person, Asa dug her sword into the man’s chest. He dropped down dead, in the act of totally chopping off Amoke’s leg. Offering a shoulder, Asa helped Ajoke to a safe corner to sit. She had already lost a lot of blood and she still wanted to fight. To help her people. 

“You’ll have to rest now. You did well today.” Asa muttered at her friend, the princess. “Your parents would be proud of you. The whole Odo-Ara would be pr-”