Genesis

Chapter 7

Duiguid and Sadigq fight vigorously on as the hunters continue to pour out into the forest clearing. It was quite clear that someone had spotted them while they were fighting, and so had mobilized the nearest two or three forces of hunters in an effort to catch them. Both were though healed, still tired from their previous fight and as they pressed on became tired still. Duiguid was able to keep up with the fight thanks to his “Fading Moon” ability, but as his limbs were still thawing out somewhat, Sadigq was reduced to having to use Silver to do his part in the fight. However the next comment made him use every last bit of strength he had left. “A million grydes (pronounced “geh-reedes”) to the one who captures both targets! Hail Winston!” At this Sadigq became enraged and began his ultimate battle technique (or u.b.t for short).He sat solemnly on the ground, amidst the oncoming hunters. “Sadigq what are you doing?!” Duiguid asked. Sadigq’s chain and ball then floated slowly into the air above his hand, which was stretched out upright. “Get down, Duiguid.” The chain merged into a single iron ball, its form glowing with immense energy.

 “Seal of Ukilymon!” This amazing attack consisted of using him duplicating his chain using his ice-like capabilities and hurtling these very chains through the bodies of the hunters. Duiguid was impressed by the whole display and upon looking around found that there wasn’t a hunter left that wasn’t pierced by the chains. Then Sadigq broke his bonds to the chains and they all broke, each shattering into very small, but very beautiful snowflakes. Duiguid caught him as he fell back, for he realized the attack and knew the user became light headed after using it. “Hey Sadigq, I thought you guys were immune to the effects of that attack.” Sadigq looked at him in a somewhat punch-drunk manner. “We are. It’s just that that was my first time using it.”  Duiguid looked at him in wonder. “Maybe if I do like him and just use physical attacks I’d be noticed less.” His mind wandered off. “All this time I’ve relied on Fang’s “Blatant Wolf” to just do all my killing for me. I’ve got so much experience in Illumi combat (fighting with spirit energy), that I almost forgot the true enjoyment of hands –on combat.” He smiled. Then a voice brought him back to reality.”Hey D!” he snapped out of his trance. “What’s up man? You just spaced out.”

Duiguid’s ears picked up a very small but faint approach of footsteps. He decided not to answer Sadigq’s question. “Let’s move. More are coming.”

Meanwhile Kenta is still in shock at what she discovered. She just stood there, the body of the dead hunter at her feet. The ruckus at the bar became more intent as more and more bodies flew out into the open road, either broken, bloody, bruised or all at once. She realized it might be a fight and went to take a look. She saw upon looking inside, a man fighting desperately to get out as hunter after hunter plummeted upon him. She decided it best to help him. She drew her sword which caught the attention of all. “Borealis Strike!” and within a short space of time, all but the man lay dead on the floor. “Nice technique.” said the man. Kenta looked at the man from head to foot trying to guess where he was from. He wore long pants but no shoes, a long jacket that slightly brushed the ground and carried the sheath to his two swords on his back. His very appearance gave the impression of a well experienced fighter. She began to wonder if he even needed her help. The man walked a few feet closer before collapsing right in front of her. As he lay there on the ground, Kenta saw the excessively large and long scar on his back that was still bleeding. She took a closer look. It was within her healing powers, though it would take a while longer than most. She slung him over her by a shoulder and proceeded out of the bar. Then she heard the voice of the scroll speak: “Go south three miles from here. The Arna isn’t very far.”

It was night when the man awoke. He jumped out the cot where he was laid. He found he was in an Arna, more confused than in pain.

 Pain. He realized he wasn’t feeling any. He tried to reach for the wound on his back that upon touching, he realized was healed. He was wondering as to how when it all came flooding back. The trap at the bar. The strange peasant girl with the sword. He snapped. “The girl!” He ran outside to find her returning, a small vial of herbs in hand. Kenta looked up and saw the fighter and ran towards him. She knelt. “Please forgive me for leaving you alone the way you were, but I needed to buy these herbs for you.” The fighter looked at her with an odd expression on his face. “Didn’t she just treat my wounds? What the hell is she doing down her knees?!” he thought. He picked her gently, speaking as he did so. “You know, you don’t have to be so humble, after all, you’re the one who saved me.” Kenta kept her head bowed, shy as ever. Both parties were now on their feet, and headed back to the Arna. “So will it hurt?” asked the fighter. “Will what hurt?” asked Kenta. She looked at her hands. “Oh the herbs. They’re for the stew. Can’t cook without them." She smiled and walked happily on, leaving the man to ponder in absolute confusion.