The dusk stained the glistening foliage with shadow and murk. As the night fall descended, the sound of the jungle began to ebb.
Uncertainty hung in the warm- wet air, the assassins began to prepare for the long stretch of darkness which also become advantageous to the she warriors, for it was easier to kill at night than at day.
Suddenly they decided to take a nap before they could continue at sun dawn. As some stay awake whereas other were torpid.
One by one they begain to disappear, the she warriors had attacked them secretly terminating those who isolated themselves as they drowsed.
The morning breezy toured the jungle, the flowers and leaves tango with rhythm. The lush evergreen trees stood so firm as if the roots wer clinging for their very life waking up the assassins and the warriors.
Looking around was the gaze, and waited for their glazed eyes to move. They didn't. They were slumped in the ground, bathed in blood.
The assassins eyes wondered down to the faces of the laying dead fellows and stoped at the throats.
A crimson grin smiled back at them, the slash across their throats seemed to have more life than their lifeless gaping mouth . Their blood had cascaded like waterfall down the grassy ground .
Looking at this, their faces become filled with anger. They gathered themselves and continued hiking the jungle.
Soon they met the ambush of the she warriors and the knights.
Welcomed by the hissing arrows that claimed more. Soon they had to face combat fight with the assassins.
The sweat stung the eyes like a ting viper, dripping down from a gore sprayed face. All around the jungle was nothing but a whirlwind of disorder and violence, blur of color and vicious motions.
The parched and panting tongue collected the dust choking air which intermixed with bitterness of iron weapons.
The slashing and clashing of the weapons deafened their ears, the skirmish sound drumming to a ferocious beat, the sound was barely enough to obscure the wailing and screaming of the injured enemy.
The thunder of steel striking steel, pain from a dozen of fresh wounds barely got, being drown out one the heightened, throbbing ache from the wounds.
But unfortunately for the she warriors as the assassins had riffles and bombs at some point it hindered them from conquering the enemy.
But never the less their numbers had decreased from the slaughter that occured at dusk.
The lower scent of sweat was acidic smell of all pervasive fear carried a loft from clashing bodies that howled amidst a sea of scarlet liquid from the friends and foe as well. That soak a once vibrant jungle of trees.
The ground was burnished with entrails and sickly oduor rose from it.
The she warriors were being defected as they didn't possess fast weapons like guns unlike the foes who had all kinds of weapons.
Upon seeing this fear covered her hear, worry showed on her face as her body Trimbled thinking of what and how to prevent the defeat that was seen at the corner.
While swinging her sword so fast, it accidentally fell off her hand that made her to scream out loud. " My sword.....
As she was so worry, the sword lingering upright amidst the auroras Polaris seemed to have sensed the fear from a far and behaved like one being called by the owner.
Suddenly it vertically change its position, with a very fast speed it flee so fast that the warriors from Ngora could hardly catch up with it.
As a fearious battle was on going, a loud hissing sound was heard that rumbles like an earthquake beneath the earth causing panick to everyone.
A shiny bright light with a sword amidst it dropped direct to Maria's hands, the knights were relieved as they got highly motivated after seeing the sword for they knew how powerful it was.
She then snarled and pulled her arms back to swing the sword, the blade swept towards the enemies as usually the the energy possessed by the blade was so powerful for a common person to bare.
With only one slash the trees Trimbled and the foes fell down. After witnessing this the assassins hearts were filled with fear as they too love their life and decided to change their strategy.
Those with blades retreated and machineries come forward. The war that seemed to elapse started a fresh with the vibration of bullets and bomb
They fell down on their knees, drawing their bore- magazine riffles and pointed towards the knights and the she warriors but by the time they rolled a side their legs swept out in the effort of aiming at them, they had already disappeared on top of trees, swinging themselves on the gibbons or hylobates spp from one tree to another which helped hide so fast.
Looking around it seemed empty, they immediately got the binoculars and started to zoom around trying to find their whereabouts but the she warriors were good at hiding in the forest that not even the sharpest eye could sight them.
Whereas the Ngora kingdom warriors who ran following the sword almost got lost at the entire of the jungle where they where seen by the watcher,
Unable to recognize who they were, they patiently hid and evasdroped on their conversation which seemed to bare positive words.
Come one of the watcher down.
" Excuse me! You all seemed lost who are you and where're you heading to in this jungle, she said.
The warriors explained everything to her. After hearing , she then showed them aroute that had no traps, but where they where going they didn't know.
They just treked in the pass chowed to them but it lead them to the direction where Ocen and Okirror where to meet and unlash their fight.
Not able to recognize who they're meant to fight with the warriors reached behind Ocen flabbergastedly not knowing who is from Morungatuny and who wasn't untill when I e of them spoted Okirror.