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

36.2 The Personal Vendetta

Pruthvi tapped his feet and the walls crashed down to the ground.

Almourah's territory was torn into a battlefield, the horde of beasts against the five youngsters representing the entire nation. Time demanded complete concentration on my stone, nevertheless, it was essential to keep an eye on four of them. My teacher had asked me to be their back up. They ran savagely towards the battalion of them and in four different directions with the speed of the beam. Flamed spirals discharged out of my palms and extended like a spring with the increasing distance.

Celina thrust a slew of piercing currents of wind. She aimed for the torso of the beasts and slashed one after the other. A predominant amount of colorless sticky mass of liquid squirted all over the snowy surface around her feet. Few of them escaped from her sharps windy spikes. She forced them to get derailed and had them trapped in the bitter cyclone. Yowling, beasts levitated off the ground.

Pruthvi acted immediately. Crumbling rocks knocked them down, colliding with one another having beasts smashed between them. Sickly innards and leaking white gore greased the surface. The nauseating smell wafted in the air.

Hardik swished and whirled aimlessly.

It was an intention to transmit the extra amount of fire with intensified heat as support for Leena. Snow around her melted. She doubled the volume of water, changing its shape into inverted icicles. Hurling them around, the icicles punctured the beasts' hearts and slit their necks.

She directed the water towards Tyrell. Electricity passed through the water, in the direction he desired. It took away the lives of only the beast, didn't even give a minor shock to Leena. She was simply playing her way around with the same stream of water. He was quick at killing. No scream came from the place he had taken the charge, unlike from the sides overtaken by the rest. An innumerable number of the beasts, all at once, descended down to the ground beside him, unmoving. Tyrell was in a slayer mode, settling his scores for all the pain and suffering.

Dead bodies. Everywhere. The horrid stench. The snow shimmering with acid. The attenuated shine of the lightning from the sky booming with waves of thunder. I stood at the same spot passing on the support my friends needed to do all the work. The incoming of the sea of beasts kept rolling in. I realized Tyrell and Leena, being totally focussed and immersed at slaughtering, were moving ahead whereas Pruthvi and Celina stepped back. I couldn't afford to lessen my flowing fire, nor I could falter my concentration. I moved with them, passing on the equal amount of fire the five of us needed.

They were caught up in their acts and none of them saw a group of beasts running from between both the parties, directed at me and not sure why. I creased my brow, my hands were tied up with the fire spilling out. They were fast approaching and I had to reform the idea.

I let go of the spiral, took one step ahead and generated innumerable powerful balls of fire. They changed their forms into fists and punched them in their guts in a sequential manner. The snow dramatically melted like a glacier, and then it struck me that it might get difficult to stay put and reach out to the beasts.

Pruthvi and Leena came together, quick ideas seemed to be dancing in their minds. They forged a partnership. A shout escaped Pruthvi's throat when he attempted to raise a part of the ground upward, lifting the five of us slightly up. Leena cleared the way, she flicked her hand and the melting water gushed away into the stream in the forms of waves.

"What the hell!" Pruthvi suddenly shouted. Startled, I followed his sight. Hardik flew inside the lighthouse. It was back to being nervous about the commotion getting violent. A heavy group of the beasts was on the verge to chase it down jumping from one over the other.