CREED, The Fiery Storm

Pieceful Bliss

 

The holders were still very much involved in the war in various parts of Zytalia. Claspem had wound up with five warriors to fight all on his own. With his short attention span, he was bored before long and wanted the fight to end as soon as possible.                                                                                         

"I don't want to fight, I need to sit down...go away." He said to the five warriors. Four of them turned to leave but one drew his weapon and prepared to attack Claspem who was sitting down.                  

"You're deaf!" He exclaimed once he noticed that one of them hadn't listened to him, "Can you first move back and fight this lad?"                                    

The four warriors who had been retreating returned and blocked their colleague's blade just when it was about to cut Claspem. It was now four against one in his favour! He could as well go to sleep and he did... 

Feblyssa was somewhere else in Zytalia facing three huge opponents. She had almost died in the previous fight so; she wasn't taking any chances in this one. The problem was that she had brought a whip to a sword fight! A red hot whip but a whip all the same. All three opponents tried to attack her simultaneously but she jumped out of the way. She threw her whip and the end wrapped around one fighter's head instantly detaching it from the body-and then they were two. One of them sneaked up from behind her and dug his blade into her back but the she pulled away just as the tip touched one of her ribs. Her plan wasn't working very well, it had to change immediately. With all the blood oozing from the wound on her back, she had to move a good distance away from the fight scene to think. Her power was to paralyse things and break them apart. To become stronger, she had to break apart completely but there was always a risk of her remaining that way! It was a tough decision at first but as her opponents approached, she realised it was her only option. Feblyssa help the red hot part of her whip and wrapped it around her hands. Her body broke into countless pieces and reformed as a red hot mass. Both men tried to cut her but they couldn't because she was already in pieces; their blades just went through her and they both blew up as soon as she touched them. She was the last person standing but she was just as broken as her opponents! Would she ever be whole again?