The Hunt for Peace

Chapter 1

The revving sound of an engine breaks the serenity of the beach, both sand and soil are kicked up into the air by rubbery wheels. The spinning wheels dig deep into the sand, the man these wheels are attached too soon finds himself rushing forward at a breakneck pace. The wind blew behind him as his wheels made him race towards his target.

His target walked slowly towards his speedily approaching aggressor, getting a good look at the boy's metal legs, and how attached they were to these two big grey wheels. He snorts, clenching his fist. His metallic forearms slowly open, and expand to form a small armor-like contraption around them. The metallic extensions slowly spin around. They quickly go still on the outside, leaving only the inside in a state of spinning. Sharp fans rotated around between the metallic cover and the arm. Wind began to gather around the lad, as if wind was being sucked into his arms like a vacuum. He points his turbine of an arm right at the speeding man, and then unleashes a powerful gust of wind that sends the wheeled-man flying back.

More sounds erupt right after, a choir of engines, of skidding wheels and mad cackles. The lad looks around him, only to see more men with wheels attached to their metal legs. One rushes at him, holding some sort of iron pipe, he manages to block it in time, and then blast another strong gust of wind at a group of wheelbound men. The wind-blaster shoots the ground with another burst of wind, propelling him into the air and allowing him to gain some distance from the men that now tried to swarm him like a bunch of locusts.

"Just what I needed" the young man thinks to himself, looking at his assailants below as he hovers in the air. Air was sucked in through the back part of his turbines, and expelled as a steady concentrated gale. Wheelsen, he's been seeing them more and more as of late. Golems made with wheels attached to their legs, and a desire to move lightning-fast across various terrain. Sooner or later they'll reach west of the continent. The wind-blaster landed on a piece of rock which sat on the shore. The sun's rays didn't help it at all, the stone's black and grey exterior making it hot to stand on.

He uses the wind to try and cool the rock so that he can stand on it better. He needs as much of an advantage as he can, seeing as he's outnumbered. He could see them all from up here, there were roughly fifteen of them. All with big gray wheels and metal legs. Some of them had the stupidest looks on their face. Sucking up some air, he then unleashes another blast of wind, the jetstream knocks down several of them. They quickly get up however, some of them now circling the stone like a clowder of hungry cats.

He blocks an incoming arrow which flew through the air with his arm, and then another. One in particular, a big one, holds an enormous shield, and bolts right at the stone he was standing on. The stone shatters, and he's forced to jump off and keep hovering in the air. One of the Wheelsen throws a lasso at him, snaring him by the ankle, next thing he knew, he was being forcefully dragged across the air like a kite. The Wheelsen throws him through a fine palm tree, snapping it in two and knocking him into the dirt. He could only let out a groan of pain as his back stung from the impact. Before he could get his bearings however, he gets dragged across the sand and stone. He can feel some wheels run over him, some swings from metal pipes. He recalls blocking the slash of a sword aimed right at his head. Each second, a different assault, all the while his body was dragged at a dangerous speed along the hot, white, sand.

The Wheelsen continued to spin, doing donuts along the sand, dragging the wind-blaster in a circle, slowly painting a red circle on the pristine white sand. The lasso snaps, and the boy is sent flying into the ocean. The wind-blaster could feel himself sink under the waves, the water slowly trying to clog his turbine arms. He feels the saltwater on his open wounds, powering through the stinging pain, his arms expand a little more, and his fans spin as fast as they can. He quickly propelled himself through the water, surfacing, he tried to flick his hair and the sea water away from his eyes since his arms were occupied.