Omega Wars Chronicles

Chapter 138: Real part 7

    "Go, go, go, go, go!" Shia said as she and the other moabians were directing many moabians into a large open room.

  "Our ancestors once used this as a means of transporting to the other side of Ekhabhor." Shia said to Ghumè, "It has a barrier capable of rivaling that of the ritzuku barrier. Surely it will protect our people long enough until their clash ends.
    You and the other elite warriors stay here and make sure every last moabian has entered the room."

  "What about you?" Ghumè asked.

  "I'm going to stop this." Shia replied.

  "Stop this?!" Ghumè asked.

  "Well someone has to." Shia replied, "Ashuk is too strong and Zirus won't stop. He is so driven by his rage and hate to kill him."

  "They could have settled this without violence but one is too stubborn and the other is too thickheaded to reason." Shia said as she bent her head down in annoyance, "The longer this fight continues, the greater the danger for our people."

   "I have to go." Shia said as she glanced at Ghumè.

  "You'll die." Ghumè said.

  "Of course." Shia replied with a smile, "A warrior's journey is one filled with life and death. I will gladly give my life to save our people from utter destruction."

   "I will do my part in saving our race. You do yours." Shia said as she placed her hand on Ghumè's shoulder.

   Ghumè nodded his head and Shia nodded hers too. Meanwhile black-green streaks of light were moving rampant in the skies which turned out to be Zirus knocking Ashuk around through punching and kicking. Zirus held Ashuk by the mane and flew with so much momentum that he incinerated the trees, melted the mountains and dried up the lakes in the process.

   Zirus tossed Ashuk away and suddenly attacked from all directions and knocked him down with a double hammer fist that massively broke the ground. Zirus roared and raised his hands to create a large black-green sphere.

   "Swallow: ominous attraction!" Zirus said with a demonic voice that echoed as he threw down the sphere.

  The orb Zirus threw down kept increasing in size as it was moving towards Ashuk while attracting numerous objects into it. Despite the orb greatly drawing large parts of the surface towards it. Ashuk stood still as he was seemingly unaffected by the attractive force.

  "Fist of the north wave." Ashuk said within as his hard-clenched right of was covered in black-red aura.

  Ashuk leapt towards the orb and dismantled it with a punch. Zirus charged right at Ashuk and laid him on the ground with a punch of his own and followed his next attack with a another punch that not only created a massive destruction on the surface but pushed Ashuk through it. Several black-green beams spewed out of the ground and seconds later, Ashuk flew out of it and rolled backwards.

   Ashuk steadied himself and raised his head and found Zirus flying towards him. Zirus and Ashuk immediately collided fists and created a flood of dust. Ashuk emerged out of the dust while flying and holding Zirus's face; Ashuk dragged Zirus's head across the ground and smashed his head on a mountain, creating severe cracks in the act. Just as Ashuk hurled his fist towards Zirus's face, a black-green twinkle appeared at the side of Ashuk and Ashuk instinctively guarded against it as it turned out to be Zirus's fist.

   Ashuk and Zirus collided fists again and created powerful wave but as Zirus moved his fist towards Ashuk's face, Ashuk evaded and sent Zirus soaring towards a stone wall with a punch of his own. Ashuk began to rush Zirus with a vicious series of punches on his chest and face but in the middle of Ashuk unloading on him, Zirus's eyes glowed brighter and Zirus growled in fury.