(Book 5) Hayden Mackay and The Pride of Haima-Endira

2. Onslaught

"Constellia Formation!" Pruthvi, Leena and I shouted.

The Gates shimmered brighter than the afternoon's sunlight. We jumped one after the other, each carrying the dazed expression. There was no time to talk, no time to deliberate. The very strong attacking side was here, in bulk at that. Seeking help from our extensions was the only good sense we had in common.

The black smoke generated thrice the amount and with full force. Our Constellia emerged, must have known the urgency that they landed in their fighting stances.

"Makara," Pruthvi yelled hurriedly pulling up the sleeves of his jacket, "Go! Smash! Don't think, just punch."

The humanoid goat ran amok towards the Cowboy's bar being exploited by intruders. The explosion has already reached another level, remains of the petite bar scattered on the ground, ribbons of orange flame lashing the blackness into space. Makara dashed hurriedly, stomping over the rubble and towards the battalion. He punched and kicked the few who were after the appalled women. Pruthvi, from the other side, escorted the scared people out of his Constellia's way.

The shrill neighs of terror added the noisy tension in the air. The Sharad's knights, a force of heavy cavalry, spilled themselves throughout the area. Boom! Boom! They fired, holding the muskets and old pistols, targeting every intruder. The victims bounced off the ground, just not necessarily dying.

"Master!" Kumbh shouted lifting his pot up, "I am ready."

"Swish it," Leena commanded, tying her veil behind her back. Kumbh turned his pot upside down. A pool of water escaped from it when Leena shouted, "Tidal wave Formation!"

The pool turned into a massive flood. It was thick and dangerous, with the strength to devour the blaze within a gulp. A tidal wave leaped up creating a gushing sound. It whirled and tossed in the direction Leena wanted it to. She seemed to have chosen her department and that was to douse the flames that ruined the bar.

I stepped up over a stack of rocks and kneeled down, concentrating hard on my stone, my palms balled tightly into fists. Singh emerged next to me. He growled, so ready to attack, waiting only for my say. His paws tapped soundlessly on the dusty land and then sparks emerged at the side of this limbs. His mane gently flew with the chilly wind. The winter was so beginning to take over Paramarashtra.

The beasts, wrapped in black stained cloth, were running, jumping, crawling, smelling for the blood they hadn't found in the past thirty years. At the same time, snorting heavily like a gang of wounded buffalo.

"Singh," I said, my eyes burning as I watched this turmoil occurred right after Doctor's cremation. "I need your assistance."

"Ask away kid!" He replied, sounding proud and obedient.

"Do you understand the situation?"

"Totally. Met these leeches before."

"Do you know what to do?"

"Save the humans, no matter what."

"Do you trust me?"

"Don't make me hit you."

"Perfect. Take the north, I'll take the south."

Singh trotted ahead of me, and we stood facing away from each other. Fire emerging out from my palms and his paws in unison. With attuned minds and mustered wits, we joined the forces fighting against the new onslaught of the vicious attackers. Balls of fire flooded out, hitting the beasts, on their heads, chests, and legs. They fell one after the other, like the pins when hit by a bowling ball. Their screeches a piece of music to my ears. Their cries, a satisfaction. A desperate need to snoop inside the house built underneath the bar raged in my mind. I wanted to make sure If Dhanunjay had been absolute with the news he had brought earlier.