Ashes Of The Throne | Part I

Chapter 55 | September 14th | Go Rescue Someone Else!

Timeline - September 14th | (2 Days Later)

They surged through the field like gifts from the divine heavens above them, powers exceeding anything they had faced. It was undeniably simple for them; the harder they trained, the stronger they became.

The same theory applied to Snow, the one person who consistently interfered in his life for the past twelve years. The very same that was his close equal in strength and agility.

"Get out of the fucken way, Snow!" Matthew's scream penetrated the foggy air that evening, snatching the woman by the waist, throwing her with his own body out of the way of an incoming fireball attack that hurdled their way.

Snow, the ice queen she could be, even if they were on a smartass nickname basis, since their childhood. Her disguise consistently changed, which meant tracking her down was more complicated and more challenging as the years went by as the technology she managed to get a hold of was updated to hide her whereabouts.

After lengthy discussions with Jesse, and some theorised ideas, whoever she had been, harnessed the same concept of technology to mask their appearance as they had.

While she had chosen bizarre outfits depending on her mood, adorning headwear and masks, Jesse had created warrior outfits to protect their identities, masking their voice and any identifiable features that could link their real identities.

While they had never gotten close to revealing Snow's true identity, he was losing count of how many times he had had to save her. She was also bloody well lucky over the years with her over-cockiness that she had the powers to back up her recklessness.

Their crystals allowed for faster-than-normal agility, among strength and unfathomable powers. All skills he honed in on and all traits he ensured the rest of the warriors could meet.

Warriors like Jesse, who went by the name of 'G', a shortened version of her middle name Georgina, that she simplified for on the field.

The red-haired warrior at this moment was parlaying across the field, clearly in her element, emitting one hell of a firestorm around them that was burning up the creatures on the outskirts of the eastern border.

The patrol wasn't patrol that night, they all knew that their enemies were pushing on the territories that divided them, edging closer to their worlds, and he, for one, was having no bar of that.

Toni favoured the name 'Chef' while Richie decided he wanted a romantic name if people would talk about them as warriors and began calling himself 'Romeo'.

It was easier when the tabloids got a hold of stories about them; they weren't identifiable with their nicknames and something they ensured they stuck to.

Both men were currently slicing the monsters into halves that they were ambushed with; their greatest assets were their crystals which magnified their combat skills on the field and the teamwork they used to kill their enemies.

Matthew ensured he had pushed them over the years, never relenting and always on top of their training regimes. Jesse's system at the academy for training had only improved their skillset when she had it up and functioning.

The only setback was that her ideas were limited to their technology, a downfall they had to combat when training soldiers at the academies.

"You're a fucken moron, Ace!" There was the delightful woman he wanted to punch in the face if he could. Her voice was acidic in how she spoke to him, and a nickname she had condescendingly called him back when they were kids, purely based on his arrogance on the field.