Courtesy of the Asante Tribe's unique location, the Tribe's Settlement had four entrances, granting them access to the surrounding land.
Around the Tribe stood a 6-meter tall, 2.5-meter wide wall made out of black wood. The wood was a special type of wood, called obris, known for its incredible durability and unique ability. The unique ability? It absorbs any blood that comes in contact with it and uses said blood to strengthen itself. The darker obris is, the stronger it is. After all, it's unique black color is simply the result of dried blood.
Nevertheless, standing atop the Tribe's western wall, a scene that would make any mother tremble in trepidation, greeted Ayfia.
Standing a kilometer from the wall was Ayfia's son, Cisse, with a bow in hand.
…
Watching the charging mass of beasts, heading right for him, Cisse's amber eyes flashed as he cast a look to his side at a large black panther.
"Ready, T'Challa?" Asked Cisse as his eyes fixed themselves on the charging horde.
"GRRR!"
FWIP!
Swiftly grabbing and notching an arrow, Cisse's gaze fixed itself on a bull-like beast leading the charge. Exhaling a deep breath, he let the arrow loose.
SHISK-CRSSHH!
Before the charging bull-like beast could react, an arrow pierced its right eye and straight through the brain, killing it instantly.
FWIP-FWIP-FWIP-FWIP!
Wasting no time, Cisse immediately began to release arrow after arrow. All with the same result as the first arrow – arrow, eye, death.
Courtesy of the leading beasts collapsing before the rest of the horde, the beasts' seemingly uniform charge began to slow as the beasts started collapsing over the others' corpses.
Chaos, there was utter chaos.
However, despite this, the beast continued to power through, with every one of their attention focused on the lone youth just a few hundreds of meters away.
Seeing the enraged looks in the beast's eyes, the calm look on Cisse's face remained as he fixed his eyes on a 2-meter tall boar-like beast a hundred meters away, charging right for him.
"Heh."
Grabbing another arrow, Cisse began to make a dash for the boar-like beast.
BRR-BRR-BRR-BRR!
Kicking up dirt and grass in its wake, the charging boar-like beast lowered its head as it braced its tusks.
WHOOSH!
A meter from the boar-like beast's tusks, Cisse jumped.
WHROO-FWIP-TSHK-CRSSHH!
In a multi-horizontal roll over the beat's body, Cisse released his arrow, piercing the base of the boar-like beast's neck. The boar-like beast's body immediately lost all of its energy as it crashed face-first into the ground.
ICHT!
Wasting no time, in the same movement, Cisse notched another arrow as his eyes shifted to another boar-like beast two meters behind the first.
FWIP-SSHK-CRSHHH!
In a swift motion, Cisse released the arrow. And in a similar pattern to before – arrow, eye, death – the boar-like beast collapsed as its momentum slid its body forward.
Smoothly, Cisse ended his horizontal roll as he gently landed on the sliding boar-like beast's head.
Watching this atop the Tribe's walls, Ayfia and the gathered soldiers couldn't help but gulp.
Although the beasts Cisse was killing were only F-Rank, his calm and precision in the face of such an event was startling, to say the least. Especially when they began to consider a certain something.
Ayfia, on the other hand, was even more shocked,' Dinga only mentioned it in passing, how…how has he already mastered it?'
Back on the opened field, a satisfied smile graced Cisse's lips. 'Finally mastered it, Eye of the Storm. Wonder what look father will have when finds out."
WHOOSH!
Lost in his satisfaction, Cisse completely forgot that he was on a battlefield, missing a streak of yellow dashing towards him.
Catching it in the peripheries of his vision, Cisse quickly made a grab for an arrow. 'Crap! I'm out.'
Left with no options, Cisse prepared to roll to the side as a yellow dog-like creature made a leap for his throat.
"GRAWU!"
WHOOSH!
Luckily for him, before he could roll aside, a streak of black intercepted the yellow.
Not even having to look, Cisse released a breath of relief. "Thanks, T'Challa."
"GRR," came a response, followed by a spray of red blood.
While Cisse had enjoyed his archery spree, T'Challa had also been busy, flanking the charging horde. Taking down multiple beasts, his once dark fur was now completely bathed in blood.
Chuckling a bit, Cisse began to unsheathe a sword from his back – an Akrafena.
It was a unique sword, comprising of two main parts, a blade and a hilt. The black blade was about 1.5 meters long, with a unique shape. The blade grew from the sword's hilt, widening with each increase length until it formed a rounded tip. Judging by how dark the blade was, it was clear that it wasn't some metal and was more than likely obris. As for the red leather hilt of the blade, at both ends of it were two half-fist-sized spheres used for balancing the sword, and if one was creative enough, punching. Black and red, a match made in hell.
Glancing at the blade, Cisse smirked as his eyes shift to the surrounding beasts.
"This should be fun."
"RAWUUL!"
Another flash of yellow leaped as Cisse. Prepared this time, Cisse's arm moved in a strange arc as a yellow-dog like a creature maw open for his throat.
SWISH!
In a smooth motion, before the beast could get any closer, it was decapitated.
SPLUSH!
A burst of warm blood sprayed onto Cisse's face, eliciting a grin.
Leaping off the head of the boar-like beast, Cisse immediately dashed towards the nearest beast, four meters away. It was a black hound-like beast standing 2 meters tall. Its fur was pitch-black along with long black claws and blood-red eyes. Taking note of a white (FF) mark on its neck, Cisse continued to charge towards it.
WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH!
As Cisse ran, three yellow hound-like beasts vaulted at him. One in front, and two at his sides.
WHOOSH-WHROOO-SLISH-SLISH-SLISH!
Springing forward, Cisse spun himself like a fired arrow. Just as the yellow beasts leaping from his sides got near him, his blades swiftly decapitated them. Whereas the beast leaping from the front was sliced in half.
CRSH!
Landing on his feet, Cisse continued to dash for the black hound-like beast, who was also dashing at Cisse.
Just as the two neared each other, the black hound-like beast leaped at Cisse.
Seeing this, a calm look appeared on Cisse's face as he bent down and shift his body to the side.
WHOOSH-SUSHHH!
Completely evading the beast's open arms, Cisse stretched out his Akrafena backward in conjunction with the black hound-like beast's open maw. Sweeping his arm forward, like a hot knife through butter, Cisse's Akrafena sliced through the beast's maw and body.
TUSH!
In two smooth movements, the hound was felled.
Wasting no time, Cisse continued to move.
Wherever Cisse moved, the pitiful yelp of a beast could be heard. Like a fish in water, Cisse thrived on the field. Like a true warrior, his home was the battlefield.
"SCREEEE!"
FUUT-FUUT-FUUT-FUUT-FUUT-FUUT!
Lost in a mystical, surreal feeling as he danced around the battlefield before Cisse could react, a piercing screech greeted his ears. Followed by the rain of blade-like feathers.
"Gah!"
Pierced by a few of the feathers, Cisse couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.
Shifting his gaze to the source, in the air. Cisse's face turned grim as he noticed a massive brown bird with (EE) mark on its neck.
"SCREEEEE!"
Flapping its wings once, the bird dove at Cisse.
Seeing this, Cisse couldn't help but curse. "Well, powder my buns and clap them. I'm fucked."
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[Tidbit: An Akrafena is an Ashanti/Asante sword that was meant for warfare. Currently, it is also used for traditional purposes.]