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Oh boy.." Sunday gasped.
For the second time in his life, The sense of now or never urgency hit him since the time of the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf battle.
Adrenaline or the equivalent of that for Irunmole rushed through his body in multiples, his breathing becoming ragged and hurried.
'What?? I warned you, didn't I? Anyways, you dying means our contract can be broken soon. So please have a good death, Sunday.' The Wolf snickered.
'OhGod! Can't you be of any more use than seating down there and being a sadist?.' Sunday queried mentally.
He could see the wolf in his mind now. Immediately, his view shifted as he transported his attention into the mindzone.
Just then, the burning heat of the Spears reached for him, chruning up the flesh his of his skin.
' Actually I can...'
Sunday heaved out in relief, eyes burning with excitement.
'But I won't....' The wolf spoke, obviously enjoying the dispair on Sunday's face.
"Imole Mo" He flashed his Imole Mo up to parry.
His left hand hit against a spear , unbalancing it and causing it to clumsily ram into the spear beside it, both dissipating into nothingness whilst he threw a front flip evading most of the Spears. Except for one that was aimed at his chest which travelled faster than the rest.
As soon as Sunday flipped, it's trajectory changed. This time, it flew on straight, instead of his chest, it went for his overturning jaw as he flipped.
Noting this , Sunday Smiled. 'Lord Classed'.
It reached for his jaw, inches from piercing, faster than he could overturn in the air. But not faster than his hand. Sunday's left Imole Mo reached out , blurring to cover up the distance.
Still, it only reached the tip of the spear. But that was enough for him. He touched the bottom of the spear, tipping it slightly.
And changing it trajectory completely. The spear hurtled across his jaw, gliding smoothly over it as Sunday flipped. Leaving his attacker's mouth, slightly ajar.
"Uh.. sir, it's going to be alot better if you close your mouth. Don't let a fly buzz in." Sunday smirked as he landed. Kneeling on left leg whilst supporting himself with the left hand on the ground and his right leg bent with his right arm drawn backwards.
The typical Super Hero Pose.
'see, stupid wolf, I really don't need you. ' he bragged , hearing the wolf snort away in his mind
"Heh... Hahahahahaha... Oh my Lord... Hahahahahahahahahahaha... " The man bent double, laughing, tears mistening his eyes as he did.
"Ooh oh, oh.. how could I have expected less from the son of Ilu Obatala's First Prime. Hahahahahaha hahaha..." He laughed, slapping at the counter.
Sunday stood up, looking like an idiot, unable to fathom the sudden transformation. Shock now spread across his face as he discovered that the man truly knew who he was.
"Forgive my manners, sir, I am Obedi, a Lord Classed Artefact dealer." Obedi curtseyed lightly. Then in an almost practiced motion, his hand slid through the counter pressing a button before sliding out.
"Did you just call... For ... For more people? " Sunday gasped as a shrill Serene feeling shot out across the room.
A summoning type energy signature.
One that he was familiar with. One that had pulled him to the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf. He felt sickened on the inside.
'Wolfie, remember what I said about not needing your help. I take it back. And I'll set you free after this, if you help me.just this once.' Sunday muttered as armed figures began to drop down from the ceiling. The menacing villains of The Irunmole Society armed to teeth with dangerous weapons of thin blades and artefacts.
"Now, boys... Look what we stumbled on. A soulbond!" Obedi said heartily pointing at Sunday.
"Then the next instant, his face darkened."Get Him!"
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She sat cross-legged in the extreme end of the room, eyes closed while she breathed steadily with the rhythm of her chest following. An aura of peace began spreading from her, enveloping the entire room. An aura so soothing and yet so aged.
For once or twice, her lips quivered and her compusure shook. But it only lasted seconds as she regained herself quickly.
She donned a brown sleeveless gown that started a little far from her rising and falling cleaveages. From that point, a black leather armor started, strapped across her back, down to her waist, protecting her vitals, accompanied by a blue cape that fluttered noiselessly about, arm and waist guard complimenting the look.
She looked all dressed for battle, whilst her aura denied that. For she seemed so much at peace.
She continued ,meditating, only being interrupted by her own occasional quivering of lips and eyelids.
She continued...
But then her eyes whipped open with a gasp for air.As she gasped, her aura rushed out, transforming from peaceful to aged and dangerous. The Aura clashed against the wall and rushed back to the source. A signification that she was obviously trying to control her aura.
"Rara... O ti ooo...(1)" She countered in Yoruba.
"Eleyi ko she shey ooh(2). " With that she closed her eyes, trying to return to whatever had made her gasp out. The air in there suddenly conflicted with each other, becoming incredibly tense.
Immediately, her eyes fluttered open. She blinked trying to adjust to the various crashing aura that seemed to condense on her.
Footsteps began to patter down, moving hurriedly to her location. The owners made no effort to contain their auras as they busted in view.
Two men rushed into view, dressed similar, except that theirs was with longsleeved armor encased in Boots and gloves with no cape. Their aura seemed to affect reality, twisting and bending it into various forms as they closed in.
"Orunmila Shope , we thought you were being attacked!" The first man spoke, hand on the hilt of his blade while the second man who was with less hair turned his head left to right, searching for whatever intruder.
"Right... That's why You two could not wait for me to finish my mediation before barging in." Orunmila Shope spoke, as she rose slowly from the waist, dusting her gown whilst she summoned for her staff.
"Orunmila Shope, please don't blame us. Your aura essence was troubled. E maa binu pelu wa.(3)" The second man spoke. He had no visible weapon on him but still, a tinge of danger hung around him.
The staff suddenly rose from the corner of the room, dashing into her hands as she took a step forward.
"Mii o binu, (4) But I must commend you. Your sensation of the Aspectual Law has increased. That's why you were quite able to detect my troubled aura."
She walked forward, leaving the two behind with confused expressions. Letting out a small sigh, her body trembled.
"Come along, will you?" She asked , stopping some distance away.
At that, the two quickly shuffled their feets, covering up the distance in few strides. They soon arrived beside her, puzzled.
"Orunmila Shope, Would you mind telling us what happened? I mean, we are merely Alpha Classed and what you saw should be Prime level stuff. That meant we shouldn't be in the know. But never..." The one on her left with a weapon by his waist was interrupted by Orunmila Shope.
"Have you seen me as troubled as this. Mo mo. Mo mo nnkan tii e Fe sa(5)" She smiled lightly.
"Heh... Just tell us. We both are worried, Orunmila. I mean, we are your immediate juniors, the ones in charge of this Ilu. And what if..."
"That's enough, Silas. And take your hands off the hilt of the blade. It's doesn't depict one as full of peace and wisdom. And for what is coming, only wisdom will prevail."
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(T/N)
1. No, it's a lie
2. This cannot be done.
3. Don't be angry at us.
4. I am not angry
5. I know. I know what you want say