Jamal watched carefully at the selected troops in the deep forest. Beai had given him the exact fifty he asked for, as a few of them were equipped with rifles, but most were going to use their powers instead.
"Alright, listen up! I'm here cause this is my own way of getting home." he began to say.
"Weren't you from here?" a rebel asked.
"I didn't say you could speak and don't reply back!" he yelled out, causing the person to shiver in fear, "Now, I was from here, but for now I need to return to Suruthum. The actual plan is simple. You guys heard of guerilla warfare?"
He looked as a few of them nodded, but most shook their heads. This was going to be rough.
"Aight then, I'll show you. Let's get a move on to the first town we need to reclaim. March!" he roared back, as they began the move.
They were silent, except for their feet moving ahead, light with very little pieces of equipment on hand. They were trusting everything to Jamal. It only took thirty minutes, until Jamal could see several buildings leading up to a small dirt road, with several soldiers chilling around, and a single tarr in the area. This would be easy pickings.
"Stop," he told them, as they all crouched down. "I want you all to stay in the woods and spread out facing the town. A few can look behind to make sure we don't get ambushed. Now, when I say attack, I want you to fire onto any of the enemies you see, even the tarr over there. That's guerilla warfare in a nutshell. For now, I'll see what I can do. Get set."
They almost tried to object but was too late as Jamal walked out in the open, casually towards the soldiers. They turned around to the walking man in shock, as they aimed their taboons at him.
"Hands up, wait, that's the Jamal guy on the radio!" one of the soldiers realized, by recognizing the cloak tied to his waist.
"Do we kill him?" another backed up.
"Can I just get this town back?" Jamal just asked them, putting his hands into his pockets.
"Wait, that's it?"
"Yeah, that's really it. You'll probably get it back in a few days anyway." he shrugged.
"Don't listen to him, it's a trick! Kill him!" someone cried out, as they began firing upon him.
Sighing, Jamal moved out the way, as he quickly appeared in front of one of them before punching him right into the lone tarr, causing a loud ping to be heard. Some of the other guards dropped their taboons and began using their powers, which Jamal deflected with ease and dropping them one by one. He hadn't had a good challenge like this in a while.
"Someone call for backup!" a guard spoke, before he was lit on fire and began screaming and running around in shock.
Jamal eyed the few remaining left, who rushed up inside the tarr, as the tube slowly began to be aimed unto him. Taking a deep breath, he let his body be consumed by the fire, as he stared down at the tube, which was properly straightened before it fired. Jamal had simply fired a fireball before they did first, causing it to blow up in front of them. The men inside were shocked, as the explosion cleared to see a man with red glowing eyes, as his fist instantly ignited. They watched in horror, as Jamal punched the tank, a loud crack was heard.
For a minute nothing happened, until a severe wind blew across the entire area, the trees swinging wildly as the tank lifted up a few feet before collapsing on itself, trapping the men inside.
"You guys can come out now. The fight's over." he said with the fire dissapting, as they moved out the woods.
"Who knows one had this much power." a rebel pondered as they began to look around the town, before securing it.
Jamal grinned, as he was now a third of the way done getting himself a ride home. Little did he know, a soldier slipped away during the attack, and was going to change this outcome forever.