Helsworld: Book 2- From Nether to End [On Hiatus]

Chapter 5- The Fight and the Flight

Heyo! One thing I forgot in the extra that I forgot to put in but i'm gonna be lazy and not go back.

Tango and Spirit can say things in other peoples minds and they can have a conversation with someone. But it gets awkward when you hear everything they are saying so Tango and Spirit only use this to talk with each other most of the time. Tango did do this to Grian once when Grian was stalking Tango, and Spirit did do it a couple of times. The most recent being to get away from the Watchers with Xisuma and Grian. But, they will do it a few more times so just wanted to clear that up.

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(Tango)

We had Iskall and Mumbo. That's two less people we had to worry about. We had all decided to fly, because it was less dangerous. On our way to the shopping district, I noticed Impulse's base not far away. From it we heard a loud scream. I turned and was just flying there.

"Mumbo, Iskall, head to the shopping district. Grian and I will deal with.... whatever is going on in there" I gulped. I was just hoping that wasn't Impulse.

"No! Mumbo and I are coming with you!" Iskall said as he shot off toward Impulse's base.

"I did not agree to this.." Mumbo muttered as he also took off after Iskall. Grian and I looked at each other dumbfounded. We when raced after them, and caught up with them just as they entered Impulse's base. When we landed, we were looking around for where the scream could have been coming from. But then another scream echoed throughout the base. We all looked at each other and started following Grian toward the noise.

We turned the corner and we were face to face with the tallest people I have ever seen. These must have been the Watchers. Impulse was behind them in a small cage. He looked horrible, his face was red and he looked like he was crying. He was just laying there and it seemed he was unconscious. I turned toward the Watchers.

"What did you do to him?" I asked very coldly. They smiled.

"You should be wondering what we are gonna do to you" One of them said. I turned toward Grian and his face went pale. I looked back and a purple glow was surrounding Iskall and Mumbo. They both screamed as they were picked up and thrown into a cage opposite of Impulses. The door slammed shut and a lock magically appeared on the door. It seemed the two were unconscious as well.

"Come on Grian" The other one spoke, sounding very much like the first one. "We don't want to hurt your friend" They looked at me. Grian's face changed from scared to pure anger in a matter of minutes. He started screaming at the dudes while I flew to the top of the base to get a better angle.

"You hurt Impulse, Mumbo, and Iskall and now you want to blackmail me by saying your gonna hurt Tango!" I turned when I heard my name. "Well, your wrong! I'm never going back with you! We beat you once and we can do it again! Properly this time!" He flew to the other side of the room and the Watchers turned toward him, away from me. It seemed like Grian was trying to tell me something because as he was yelling at the Watchers, he was making weird hand motions like making circular motions with his hands around his head. I didn't understand a single thing he was trying to convey to me, but then I remembered. I'm a mind-reader, duh.

'Tango, hit them with a flameball. I'll keep them distracted.' I heard him telling me through his thoughts.

'Will do' I said back. Letting him know that I got the message. I looked at my hands. Could I still do it? It had been years since I had performed magic like this. I sighed and closed my eyes. Closing your eyes always helps with the concentration. Eyes still closed, I tried making a small flame-ball. When I felt the heat in my hand, I opened my eyes. It was a palm sized flame in the middle of my hand. I grew it bigger and bigger, until it was the size of my head. I formed another one in my other hand. Looking at the Watchers, who were still preoccupied with Grian, I flung the flame-balls at there heads.