Phrocylan & The Tree of Life (The Spirit of the Tree Book 1)

Chapter Eight: Battle

I charged the whale.

The whalius simply stood there, waiting for me to run to my death.

I expected him to do that, since I was no match for him, but I kept charging.

I yelled, "FOR PEAS!" as I pulled out my badge, summoned my sword, and jumped up.

The Whalius laughed and held up its wings to where my attack was going to land.

But I didn't attack. I feigned it, and rolled down without using my sword. Something vaporised behind me and the Whalius looked in shock, then lifted its sword to impale me- but Nyacin appeared between me and him.

He thrust up his hands and the sword flew out of whalius' hand. He looked stunned for a second, then realised he was holding a whole army, and changed his expression to I'm proud of you and nodded, "Heirumphia. Of course, the blood of the wind. I underestimated you, but Alas! You both are no match for me." Then he flew up- or tried to, until Agasthus shot his wings with an arrow.

In a blur of silver and red, the arrow made its way through its wings and the Whalius raged in pain this time, unlike the time I impaled it using my sword. The arrow smoothly just cut through and flew past the other side, like cutting through Whalius was nothing. Agasthus stood on top of another ruined house, his bow raised, his posture inhumanly calm. There was no sign of Cylla anywhere.

For a moment, I stood there just appreciating the amazing skills of Agasthus, and if it weren't for Nyacin I would've broken my ribs yet again.

The Whalius slapped down but Nyacin interrupted him mid-air, his eyes blazing fire now, his body floating in the air, his hands held balls of pure energy so bright it hurt to look at them directly.

The Whalius had a moment of panic in his eyes, as if just realising how powerful Nyacin really was.

I ran out towards the army, hoping my body cooperated with what I was about to do.

The Whalius, now aware of our plan, looked up and I saw the fear in his eyes.

Nyacin yelled, "NO!" as he blasted his energy in a marvellous supernova, but Whalius wisely had teleported away, same as Nyacin had before.

I quickly turned away from the supernova and jumped 4 feet, 5 feet, 10 feet in the air, which should not have been possible, but was.

I held aloft my hands, the knuckles overheating with pressure, and then it was a blur.

I was not in control of my body anymore, and I vaguely remember flying down at light speed, impaling my hands into the midst of the army.

I saw Cylla flying up above the army with Eager, shouting, "NOW!" as Agasthus shot another volley of arrows straight where Cylla had flown up from.

My hands sunk deep into the ground as the earth erupted.

White light filled the whole world as the army evaporated, with screams of the monsters burning and dying. I may have screamed myself. My hands burned with intense pain, as a coat of yellow golden light surrounded me as a protective barrier, saving me from the wrath of the one, and only, Magic Fist.