slowly i piece together tigris' plan. she wants to move the majority of the troops now instead of at night, she wants to take advantage of the sleeping shifts taking out a section of the competition. she has several groups working through their sleeping shift to pull this off.
it will work out fine if she succeeds during the frontal attack, but eventually those soldiers will need sleep. i swallow down the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. i counted 56 on our side. there are about 300 alasians in total on our team.
and our plan will soon come into fulfillment after hers is executed. the moments feel long as they push us towards shatter. they're waiting for me to give the word. they're waiting for me to clarify when they should break out and work against their enemies.
on the other end of the watch i hear shuffling footprints as they near the other base. carefully tracing behind their path among the trees i make out the outlines of my closest associates. we blend into the foliage, sitting in wait.
finally the opposite base is in view, gleaming metallic grey against the blue and white powdered sky. high up the sun shatters light towards edges that would otherwise be safe. i wait until i see the globs of soldiers begin entering the base and then i give the signal.
either from my attacks or from the enemy the other end of the watch buzzes with screams, long and tight. looking out from the trees i see the bodies filing into the building like an ever rolling wave. the more bodies disappear the louder the tumult becomes inside. i'm curious and find myself creeping closer but i can't. not yet. my small army is counting on me.
then the filing stops, conjests, and erupts in a splurge of limbs and bodies. fire, wind, electric blue burns my eyes. it's not time yet.
fighting breaks out on the lawn and a series of angry half sleeping individuals shoot out into the grass. black ash glitters in the air as body after body drops, dead. and finally when there's not more than 30 on the lawn left, i push forward with my soldiers. closing in on the lawn i watch a look of sheer terror well up around me. i smirk. pathetic.
and then i transform the floor into slick ice. i puncture a handful of them with icicles and watch them writhe in my periphery. i petrify others and shatter their remnants. there's others that get taken out by my crew. and finally once my crew and i are alone we make our way towards the front door.
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the game
General FictionBOOK 2 WARNING: VIOLENCE/DARK THEMES/GORE/DEATH All of us come face to face with death in our lifetimes. Betrayal, lying, and the vulnerability of choosing our dreams over what others want from us. We never fit the plan, and that is what this book i...
