As the sun was ascending upon the hills, it's heat growing more and more intense, a group of sixteen warriors were in hot pursuit of a spree killing assailant. The group started as four warriors at the bloody crime scene but along the way as they were following the tracks left behind by the cold blooded killer, they rounded up twelve more warriors.
At the forefront of the group was a young warrior with burnished silver armor and a bronze helmet. The knight was wielding a long, sumptuous and golden hilted sword. With his keen sense of smell, he managed to pick the scent of blood wafting in the wilderness as they were engrossed over a board game.
As it seemed, he was entrusted the two dead men, so he took it upon himself to deliver judgment as swiftly and as brutally as possible.
There were three more heavily armored warriors among the squadron of vengeful warriors.
One was a short and strongly built man, wielding a heavy war hammer.
Another was a scrawny woman wielding a long needle-like sword. It was somehow fitting for a bony figure like her to wield the ultra thin sword. I really can't tell which was thinner.
The other armored warrior was wielding a heavily spiked mace. It's shaft was heavy and made of steel and it's spiked head made of tungsten. It was a weapon specially designed to bludgeon and crush bones to dust with the least amount of force.
The others were wearing makeshift leather armor but there were not in any way less terrifying. One of them was a giant of a man towering well above others and he had six fingers and six toes. He was wearing armor made of bear skin and a black painted spear was firmly clutched in his six fingers.
Further ahead of the vengeful corps of warriors, Kodesh was pelting towards the hills. He was only a few hundred yards away from the base of the hills so he wasn't going to run into any other division of warriors.
Wiping the sweat that was running through his eye, he paced as fast as he could. He could already feel the traces of the spiritual energy escaping from the tomb of Samson and the reposeful aura motivated even more.
It was more like the soothing spiritual energy he felt from the sacred mountain but also different. This one was not as complex and powerful, it was more simple, intrinsic and rich of one specific aspect.. raw strength.
Sensing the sixteen men quickly closing the gap, he couldn't help but think about how being chased seemed to be the theme of his life. He was much faster now and he also had a hand but that hand was a problem. A very heavy problem.
Luckily he was already upon the hills. He just had to impart from the legendary warrior of hulking strength and he would have the body to match the weighty hand. It would be as light as a feather after he imparts from the great hero.
A series of hills arranged in a line were elevating above the surrounding terrain, rounded with a mixture of gentle slopes and vertical deadly drops. They were like little bumps protruding above the ground as if to blow kisses to the skies. Beside the chain of hills, there were small and bald mattocks scattered across the terrain. That's where the ancient tombs were located.
This region used to be part of Olive. That was why the remains of the fallen heroes of Olive were buried here. But with the rise of the three kings, the territory of Olive was greatly scaled down.
And now that the city of Olive had burned to the ground, they no longer had any land to their name. Except the countryside which spans towards the east of the ruined remains.
The countryside is where Kodesh had learnt to hunt. His family has flocks of sheep, cattle and goats there. He could've ran to the safety of their barn but he feared that maybe the Oaklanders knew about his life more than he thought so he opted to venture north only to return back to heart of Oakland.
Without a second to waste, he pelted towards the mattocks and before long, a figure of a young man with groomed short copper hair and golden yellow eyes was standing before a boulder. His sunny eyes were in stark contrast to the golden brown smooth rocks of the ancient boulder.
Behind the colossal boulder were the remains of Samson. A pure holy presence that was permeating the serene landscape was coming from beyond that boulder and he couldn't wait to get his hands on that power… his heavy hand.
It was a blessing to have that hand of iron strength but it was also a nightmare to carry such a mountainous weight across the wilderness of Olive and Oakland. Now the heavy hand just had to push the boulder and all was going to be normal again. He would now have the strength to carry the weighty arm around without being dragged down to the ground.
Without wasting time, he began pushing the boulder with all his might. A loud shriek escaped his mouth as he drew strength deep within him. His facial muscles tensed like they were doing the heavy work. His biceps, triceps, shoulders and back muscles fired in unison. They all had one purpose and one purpose only.. to push the mammoth of a rock. But the humongous boulder didn't budge.
A few moments later he was pushing and pushing and pushing still but the round small hill of a boulder didn't give way. It was like it was rooted deep in the ground and no matter how hard he tried and how loud he groaned, the heavy hand couldn't push the boulder. It was like Samson himself put the boulder there. The heavy hand had been of great use but now when he needed it the most, it couldn't give him a helping hand.
Moments later, the air shifted and the pure Holy Spirit enveloping the atmosphere was immediately polluted by sinister presence of sixteen pagans. They had tracked him down.