'A little light is all it takes to know what we are truly capable of '
In the wake of the wise man's words echoing in his mind, Ajaka, fueled by the thrill of newfound power, descended upon the warriors with brutal aggression. Each strike was a symphony of carnage, a dance of blades and blood under the tempest within him.
His spear, now an extension of divine fury, cleaved through the opposition with a relentless precision. Limbs fell, and crimson painted the battleground as Ajaka moved with a savage grace. The air echoed with the screams of the vanquished, a macabre symphony to the tune of his unleashed might.
Ajaka, bathed in the aftermath, stood amidst the gory tableau, a living testament to the brutal consequences of wielding a power beyond mortal comprehension. The battlefield, now transformed into a canvas of violence, bore witness to the ferocity unleashed by a man who had embraced the true extent of his capabilities.
"Retreat"
Kinri barked the order to retreat, Ajaka, reveling in his newfound might, merely watched with amusement. The surviving warriors, bearing the scars of his ferocious onslaught, hastily withdrew, leaving behind a field of fallen comrades.
The leader grimaced, surveying the decimation that had befallen his forces. Barely half of his men stood, a testament to Ajaka's relentless assault. The head priest, bewildered by Ajaka's sudden surge in strength, recognized the dire turn of events.
Faced with this formidable adversary, the head priest decided on a strategic shift. Uttering an incantation, he cast the spell called Igbanla. The magical weave separated the immediate surroundings from the rest of the world, creating a barrier that severed external connections to channel power. The mystical cocoon enveloped the area, reducing the influx of external forces and effectively breaking the connection between Ajaka and the divine beings he drew power from. He clearly thought that the reason for Ajaka's sudden power up most be due to a special intervention from a diety.
"No more miracles for you now" he said for the first time since the engagement.
Olu Awo, with a confident grin, believed this arcane maneuver would tip the scales. He believes that by breaking the connection between Ajaka and the beings backing him he will be an easy kill to the warriors on his side.
As the head priest enacted the Igbanla spell, the leader of the warriors, harboring a sense of doubt about their chances, approached Ajaka cautiously. With a mix of wariness and curiosity, he spoke, "Great Warrior, why do you unleash such devastation? What grievance led you to this path of carnage? We may not understand your newfound strength, but there must be a reason. Speak, and perhaps we can find a resolution that does not end in further bloodshed."
Olu Awo, the head priest, was appalled by Kinri's decision to engage Ajaka in conversation. The mystical barrier of Igbanla now shimmered around them, and Olu Awo could feel the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air. "Kinri, have you lost your senses? We can't reason with a force like this! The very fabric of our power is strained, and you risk our lives with your foolish attempt at diplomacy. Be wise, with the barrier their is nothing he can do," Olu Awo cautioned, eyes narrowing at the unpredictable dance unfolding before them.
Every cell in Kinri's body was telling warning him, telling him the the warrior before him can't be tamed by the spell cast by Olu Awo. But he can't flee now, can he? Not to talk of the possible retaliation from the Ifa priests but of his honor and the men who trusted him but died at Ajaka's hands. He didn't get where he was by hiding. He is a man of war and he has been fighting before Ajaka was born.
"Alright, listen up, boys! I get it, this man is a bit of a mystery, makes us all a bit jittery. But guess what? We ain't backing down. Yeah, he's like a puzzle, but we're gonna solve it with our blades. No fancy words, just raw grit. We're warriors, and today's just gonna be another crazy story we tell over drinks. So, grab your weapons, gear up, and lets not embarrass how selfs, ehh! We will let him accompany our brothers he slew in death.!"
As the second wave commenced, Kinri, a master of strategic warfare, unleashed a spell that conjured a dense fog enveloping both his men and Ajaka. Renowned for their nimble maneuvers, Kinri's party excelled in exploiting such conditions, and the fog tactic was one of their deadliest.
In the thick mist, his warriors seamlessly moved, honed instincts guiding them to discern allies from foes. The enemy, robbed of sight and sound, stumbled into chaos, while Kinri's party coordinated their attacks with deadly precision. No one had ever emerged unscathed from their onslaught when the fog maneuver was unleashed, and today was bound to be no exception. Or so they thought.
"F**k"
Of all the kind of enemies Ajaka has faced. He always hated the smart ones. They always seem to make things difficult for him. With his current buff, should they decide to charge at him in a frontal assault he will decimate them. Now though with the fog, he can barely make out their movements. Shongo's power is not known to boost ones sensory abilities. I can be said to reduce them even. "Fuck"
Despite Ajaka's enhanced speed and strength, the current tactics employed by his opponents have strategically placed him at a disadvantage. The fog maneuver initiated by Kinri and his warriors has disrupted Ajaka's usual advantage, limiting his visibility and hearing. In this obscured battlefield, Ajaka finds himself challenged to leverage his heightened physical abilities effectively. The situation demands not just raw power but a tactical finesse to overcome the cunning maneuver orchestrated by his adversaries.
Spear poised, Ajaka heard whoops from the left. Swiftly turning to react, an attack came from the right. Contrary to his expectations, the strike didn't hurt. Shongo's energy had elevated his defense to an absurd level. " Great"
With this newfound advantage in mind, Ajaka's strategical gears began turning. Concealed by the fog, the warriors remained oblivious to the fact that Ajaka emerged unscathed. As they readied for the next assault, little did they know that Ajaka, seemingly wounded, was orchestrating a plan that would persist until their fatal misjudgment.
With a quick stab, a sword tip grazed Ajaka's skin. In a swift response, he countered with a decisive swipe of his spear, decapitating his assailant.
"This is too easy," Ajaka remarked, his amusement echoing in the mist. The pattern persisted, enemies falling victim to his swift maneuvers, but the impending dissipation of the fog hinted that the ease of this deadly dance might soon come to an end.
Amidst the stillness, Ajaka found himself encircled by the fallen bodies of his foes, a haunting testament to the battle's toll. The fog, diligently upheld by Kinri, dissipated with the passing of its enchantment, revealing the stark reality.
Kinri couldn't feign surprise; the ominous screams had forewarned him of the carnage that now lay before him. Turning to Kinri, the only living presence in the somber aftermath, Ajaka somberly remarked, "Looks like it's just us now." The weight of the moment hung heavy as they stood amidst the remnants of the battlefield.
'Ahh'
With a resigned sigh, Kinri charged at Ajaka, realizing the likely outcome of this final confrontation. "Ogun ooo!" he screamed, invoking the power of the god of metal.
As Kinri channeled the divine energy, his body underwent a transformation, gaining a metallic sheen. This desperate spell, a last resort for those who sought Ogun's might, granted an extraordinary boost in speed and strength. However, the price was steep – the caster's body became rigid and metallic. Without a counter spell, the inevitable fate awaited: turning into a forbidden metal statue, a consequence known to few but feared by all who dared to wield such power.
"Die with me" Kinri charged at Ajaka.
In a flurry of swipes and stabs, Kinri unleashed the formidable power granted by the forbidden spell. The results were satisfying, challenging Ajaka even in his overpowered state. Despite the metallic rigidity creeping in, Kinri's battle-honed experience allowed him to put up a valiant fight against the formidable adversary.
Ajaka grudgingly admitted that dealing with Kinri swiftly was beyond his current means. A powerful thunder attack could be a game-changer, but Kinri, relentless in his assault, left no opening for such a move. All Ajaka could do was engage in the prolonged struggle, fully aware that the side effects of Kinri's spell would inevitably tip the scales in a way that favored the relentless march of metal over the fluidity of life.
As the fog lifted, revealing the aftermath of the battle, Olu Awo and the priest were stunned by the unexpected outcome. Despite the advantage in power, spells, and sheer numbers, Ajaka had emerged victorious, and Kinri, with his metallic sheen, stood on his last leg.
"How?" Olu Awo exclaimed, struggling to comprehend the turn of events. They had relied on the advantage of their combined strengths and strategic maneuvers, yet Ajaka had defied their expectations.
"Why is it different this time?" Olu Awo pondered, the weight of fear creeping into his voice. Though too proud to flee, he found himself teetering on the edge of an unknown abyss, questioning the very foundations of their invincibility.
"You put up quite the fight," Ajaka acknowledged, a somber tone underlying his words. The metallic sheen on Kinri's body had intensified, every muscle now stiff and unyielding.
"I know of no better death for you than to die under your own spell," Ajaka continued, his words carrying the weight of both respect and inevitability. He eased up, walking past Kinri, who, despite the fury and pain in his heart, couldn't halt the irreversible transformation. The metallic rigidity consumed him, leaving behind a statue of his valiant struggle.
As Ajaka advanced slowly towards Olu Awo, the priest, jolted out of his stupor, shouted, "Kill him!" The other priests hesitated, wrestling with the morality of the order. Doubts lingered, "Can we really kill him?"
Ajaka, however, allowed them no time for internal debate. Like a wolf among sheep, he descended upon them swiftly. Olu Awo, helpless, watched as his men fell one by one beside him. The certainty of his impending fate hung heavy; Ajaka, purposefully leaving him for last, made it clear that his judgment was reserved for the conclusion of this grim symphony.
'He won't dare kill me'
As Olu Awo clung to the belief that Ajaka needed him alive, he couldn't be more wrong. Ajaka, aware of the repercussions that news of this battle could bring from the organization behind him, harbored no intentions of sparing a witness. Killing Olu Awo would, at the very least, delay the spreading of the news.
Olu Awo's realization was swift but futile as a hand suddenly seized his throat, lifting him off the ground. The speed of Ajaka, unnoticed until that moment, showcased the futility of Olu Awo's hopes. The grip tightened, and Ajaka relished the sensation of watching the life drain from Olu Awo's hands, a silent conclusion to the chaos that had unfolded.