Hi everyone, RoseSaiyan 2 here! I hope you guys enjoyed the first two chapters of my original story that i've been working on for awhile. Hopefully you guys are at least interested by it. Like i said I am trying as much as i can not to copy ideas from other sources cuz then well.. it wouldn't be original, would it? I'd appreciate if you guys left some comments for feedback on the story so far and.. going forward. I appreciate constructive criticism. I will either delete or ignore comments directly aimed to just trash the story. Only constructive criticism is allowed, flaming will not be allowed.
Anyways, that's enough from me! Onto the story!
P.S: As this is an original story, I own the rights to all of the characters who do appear throughout this story.
Chapter Two: The Return of Sylverant
The thing about a race is that you only discover whether you've won it at the finish line.
The seven of them ran like the answer mattered-because it did. Somewhere ahead, Guerrinville was going about its ordinary Friday afternoon, entirely unaware that a military zeppelin the size of a city block was making a beeline for its center. Every second they spent covering ground was a second the town spent in blissful, fragile ignorance.
Max kept his eyes forward, his pace steady, and tried not to think about the mathematical certainty of what would happen if they arrived second.
They didn't make it fifty meters past the treeline before the scouts appeared.
Six of them, fanned in a loose, professional arc across the path. They were scouts-lightly equipped, lacking the heavy formation armor of the main garrison. Someone in Sylverant's command had sent them ahead to map the island before the hammer fell. Standard tactical procedure.
It was also, right now, deeply inconvenient.
Max pulled up short, the others crowding behind him. He clicked his tongue. "We don't have time for this."
Hoko was already studying the soldiers' formation with the quiet, measured intensity he brought to every problem. "Do you need a distraction?"
"If we can get one, yes. Ideas?"
Hoko looked at his sister. Honoo looked back. The exchange lasted precisely one second.
"Don't worry about it," Hoko said, and the corner of his mouth did something that could generously be called a smile.
Max opened his mouth to protest, but he wasn't fast enough.
Honoo moved first-one hand sweeping outward in a broad, fluid arc. The response from the island's groundwater was immediate. A wall of water, precise and pressurized, hit the six soldiers broadside before they could even level their rifles. They stumbled, slipped, and were, in the space of two seconds, thoroughly soaked and utterly off-balance.
Hoko pressed his palm flat against the damp earth.
"Freeze."
The word was casual. The ice was not.
It spread from his hand in a fractal rush, following the path Honoo had laid down, climbing boots and shins and armor with the relentless, creeping patience of something that had always intended to be there. The soldiers locked in place mid-stumble, caught in poses of shock that would have been comedic if the situation had allowed for comedy.
Hoko straightened up, looked at the result, and nodded once. "Nice."
Honoo was already sprinting. "Come on! I said I'd leave you!"
"I heard you the first time-"
They rejoined the group without breaking stride.
Guerrinville, to its credit, did not panic.
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