Sally, who had already reached the peak of his rage, rushed first, to meet Igbins. While Igbins wielded his spear to meet head-on with Sally.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sword and spear clashed several times with the powerful outburst of the blast, and a cascading parade of sparks, which fizzed out and dissipated In the air.
Their attacks did not comprise of any special or exotic movement at all. It didn't reflect any masterly skills or practice, it was just a simple swipe and block motion done repeatedly, but with so much power.
After a short while, dominated by the shrill cry of weapons, Sally was finally pushed backward. He staggered slightly but quickly found his footing again.
Then, he tightened his grip on his sword to quieten its reverberation.
"Humph!"
He sneered before pushing forwards again. Slashing at the body of Igbins.
However, it didn't take long before he was pushed back again.
This time, He was bleeding from his face. His cheek had been kissed by the nib of Igbins's metal spear.
He touched his face using his left hand. And saw his blood upon his palm. Then, he felt an enormous hatred for his opponent—Ushered by a stinging heartache—overwhelm him.
"You're dead." He said. Only two words.
boom
There was a mild sound like an explosion, and a ring of brown dust was swept out of the earth, into the air.
Then a transparent human-shaped figure of light, oozing white gas, and releasing, a terrible amount of pressure and power, suddenly stood over everyone.
This was exactly Sally's ancestral spirit, that had burst forth.
He had been so angry before, that he didn't even think about releasing his ancestral spirit to fight in his stead. He wanted to inflict many bruises on his opponent using his own hands and blows. However, Igbins bested him. Not once, but twice fighting by himself.
Witnessing the terrific appearance of the transparent figure, first hand. Igbins quickly retreated. He hurriedly stepped back and managed to put some distance between himself and Sally.
He knew all-too-well, that he was no match for the transparent figure that had just appeared.
However, Sally was too angry. The Ancestral Spirit once released moved and got in front of the retreating Igbins.
It wielded a transparent white sword, that was constantly exuding white smoke. And cut at the space where Igbins was standing.
Bang! bang! bang!
Three blasting sound rang out. When it delivered three powerful strokes. However, Igbins, managed to withstand two of those powerful attacks, blocking the sword, with his spear but eventually received the weight of the last attack, before he collapsed.
It was with three strikes only, that Igbins got overwhelmed.
The transparent figure then moved closer, preparing to slash at Igbins, intending to deliver the killing blow. However,
"NO!. Ple–ase! Don't kill him... we'd give you the ewere pot!
Whatever you want. Ple–ase, just spare his life." A desperate, female's voice, Stuttering, and pleading; cried out.
The voice was so fragile and mellow and yet it so pleasing to the ear. It made whoever heard it want to hug the voicer. It just couldn't be ignored. So the transparent figure paused on its track briefly. Sally looked towards the direction of the origin of the voice. then the Transparent Figure continued on its attempt to slaughter Igbins. When Suddenly,
"Wait!" Someone yelled out. "Don't kill him, Sally... We can work this out..." It was the prince, Idubor.
He was looking at the beautiful girl. A slim- waist, curvy, with pompous hips. Who had begged for Igbins just now?
"You said you're willing to do anything right?" Idubor's asked with a light smile. However, his gaze was still heavily rested on her precarious figure.
"Yes! I'll give you the ewere pot right now if you let your man spare his life. please, sir." She hurriedly reiterated her bargain. In between tears.
She was now sobbing, while her plumpy cheeks were already soaked with tears. She breathed heavy, but her expectant eyes never removed, from the prince's figure. Even as she got on her knees.
"Okay. Bring the ewere pot here." The prince calmly said to her.
Meanwhile, Igbins was lying on the ground, sweating, shock ridden, and wide-eyed. The transparent human figure was hovering above him. With a sword in hand, ready to strike him down at any time.
When he saw the beautiful girl negotiate to keep him alive, he breathed out a sigh of relief. She was his now lifesaver and hope for survival.
"Sonia.. what..." The other members of their team—all wide-eyed, and angry, stuttered and murmured in protest to her decision. However, no one was willing to make open defiance against her.
"This is it, my prince." She rushed to meet the prince and got on her knees again "Please tell your man to let him go. please..." She whimpered gently, as she presented the ewere pot to the prince. Although her eyes had become slightly red and swollen from sorrow, they still didn't moderate her beautiful face.
Instead, those gleaming tearful eyes, succeeded to magnify her delicate beauty and exaggerate a surreal innocence.
The prince was left stunned and awestruck by her beauty, once she got close, and knelt before him. His eyes gently washed over her temptatious body and stung at her supple bosoms.
Although she was geniculating, her peachy and youthful breast, protuberated with arrogance and gobbled against, the piece of cloth tied over her chest to command an enormous amount of stares from the prince.
He, felt his throat grow dry of saliva, before swallowing hard. However, he soon quickly coordinated himself. And began his act of feigning insouciance.
The prince opened the lid of the ewere pot. Then a faint golden-white light gently embraced his face. Accompanied by a mesmerizing, and euphoric aroma, that slowly crept under and perused his nostrils.
The liquid-like substance contained within the pot was sparkling and glimmering, with an effervescent glow.
This was exactly the form of condensed spiritual energy.
"Humph. Ok. Now, that you've given me the ewere pot, I must keep to my promise. ah..." The prince, Idubor, sighed gently and looked at Sally.
"Sally, please let him live. She has given us their ewere pot. Please..." The prince kept a solemn face, It appeared as if he was pleading with the former, not commanding him.
In all honesty, he was actually begging Sally even though he was the leader of the team and a prince. However, it was really because, with the bond between him and Sally gradually growing over the days, asking a favor of him wasn't a big deal to the prince Idubor.
Sally knew the prince all too well; He begged him now, didn't mean he couldn't command instead.