"NOW... GOOOO...!!!" Ibiyemi's voice boomed out. Her very words tearing through the air like needle thin lances.
A sign that she was pushing at her very best.
The voice jolted Wole and Shola, who had been engrossed in watching the match between Ibiyemi and the warriors. They sighed involuntarily as they leapt down to the ground in one smooth motion.
Bending low, Shola shot his group leader a look that seemed 'Now what?'
Wole did not reply. Instead he flung his legs into action, throwing both hands behind him as he raced. Taking initiative, Shola followed after him, as they jumped around bushes.
They soon arrived at an orb in no time. Hiding behind a small bush, they squatted. In front of them was a male Irunmole with semi transparent wings.
A Pseudo-demigod Classed Irunmole.
They both cursed.
"What next? " Shola asked, his eyes darting about.
