Woe of the chosen

Chapter 22: The Ocean's worst nightmare

 
Now that Pluto knows that Atlas' mother's death wasn't his fault, he's ready to give it his all. The guilt doesn't get to him anymore, he has nothing to hold him back. Missing a limb, he made a full recovery in terms of internal wounds. He's somewhat fatigued, but that won't stop him. The boy determined to finally do something instead of running around, and being thrown around, he's focused on his opponents. He may not have the experience of a fighter, but he has courage of one that's for sure. Silence is what came from the boy, his eyes filled with determination, his feet ready to spring into action, his fist clenching ready to strike. How will Pluto fare against the other four Godlenders? I guess we'll have to see.

                             Pluto's pov:

   Heavy Mist surrounds the entire continent, everyone has been blinded. Treading carefully ahead I look around, trying to figure out where the other fighters reside, but of course I couldn't see jack shit. "It swiped its hand earlier to get rid of the mist, right? Hmm.." I thought to myself as I hear voices off a few feet away from me. I look in the direction of the voices and close my eyes, trying my hardest to concentrate on the voices. I immediately recognized them as Bach, Atlas, and Zephilious.

Bach: "Aye aren't your powers the wind?"

Atlas: "Yeah? What about it?"

Bach: "Get rid of the mist then."

Atlas: "What? That's stupid."

Zephilious: "I agree, we have somewhat of an advantage with the mist blinding him too."

Bach: "Well, I can't summon the Kraken now. It'll kill us all in one swoop."

Atlas: *sigh* "I should've just kept the Tornado up."

Zephilious: "No, that wouldn't have helped at all."

Bach: "Yeah, that was pretty annoying, nothing I can't deal with, but annoying nonetheless."

Atlas: "What? You saying the Tornado was weak?"

Bach: "To him it was, the guy was walking around like it was nothing."

Atlas: "..."

Zephilious: "Wait a minute.."

Atlas: "What?"

Zephilious: *looks around* "Where's the woman?"

Atlas: "Of course she's gone.."

Bach: "Sounds like it isn't the first time."

Zephilious: "You two know each other?"

Atlas: "She's a childhood friend."

Bach: "Interesting.."

Zephilious: "No matter, leave her be. I guess it's just the three of us now. Can you guys still feel his presence?"

Bach: "It's calmed down a bit.."

Atlas: "Yeah, I can still sense him."

Zephilious: "We need to find him and finish him off quickly."

Atlas: "Sounds easier said than done."