the Americas, currently posing as a Puerto Rican lifeguard. Terra stayed in Europe, becoming an Italian real-estate saleswoman. She had really taken to Rome, spending almost her entire life in Italy, following their homeland’s exodus. Even the bearish Anu loved the Cajun culture, so he naturally preferred southern Louisiana after arriving during the Civil War-era slave trade. He allowed them to take him from Africa, stating that it was easier for traders to cross the oceans then he. Once he did come ashore, he slaughtered his captors .
But now, they were fulfilling an agenda that had spanned millennia, spurred by the arrival of Hank Boyd, the Chosen One . Once they captured him and killed the rest, they, the Judges of An’tala, would finally be able to truly show themselves—their proper forms. They’d have the power to finish what was started the night their birthplace was destroyed. Their master had promised them as much.
But first, we need ‘him’ to enter the Citadel.
Then, they, along with their master, would be unstoppable.
Susanoo lifted his hands violently, reaching for the heavens, commanding the seas to obey him. They did, coming to life, flowing over the sand and whatever unfortunate beachgoers that didn’t have the sense to flee in time. He laughed and invoked his will on frothing waves, even more than before, growing them to the height of a three-story building.
He swiped at the air, right-to-left, directing the miniature tsunami west, towards his targets. He had no ill-will in killing the attractive blonde, but Boyd must live. His master deemed it necessary. If it came to it, Susanoo himself would save the man.
Grinning ear-to-ear, he slammed his fists down like a sledgehammer, making the waves dive straight into the small tree-lined square. Then, he relaxed and watched the wall of water fall, admiring his talents.
That is, until a sparking inferno of electric-green erupted under the arching tidal wave, burning so hot that it consumed his creation, turning into a fine steaming mist. Susanoo stumbled at what he’d just witnessed. He wasn’t aware that Boyd had such control and strength. Summoning the fires of An’tala wasn’t usually that easy.
No matter , he thought, sloshing forward through the knee-deep water. He was intent on finding out exactly how it was done either way.
8
Typhoon Lagoon
Orlando, Florida
The small blade unfurled from within the lifeguard’s hairclip, as she slashed across Kane’s exposed throat. His left hand shot up and blocked the attack, just as the tip poked into his skin, drawing a small amount of blood.
Breathing a quick sigh of relief, Kane countered, thrusting his right palm into the much smaller woman’s wrist sending the weapon flying. It shot into the air, passing directly between the heads of two stunned boys. As one of them fainted, the razor-sharp knife stuck into one of the large wooden support posts behind them. The conscious one squealed like a baby potbelly, sending everyone else around them into a flurry of movement.
Kane’s small victory was short-lived, though. Instead of the Olivia-sized Phoenix just turning tail and running, she did the exact opposite and pressed the attack further. Half-surprised by her decision, Kane did what he could to brace himself as she launched her lesser frame at him, driving him backwards down the enclosed tube slide with incredible strength and ferocity.
Entangled together, Kane kneed and elbowed his assailant in the tight confines of the twisting tunnel, unable to see much of anything in the process. As the last bit of daylight disappeared, he cringed as he heard the echoing screams of the others along with that of Olivia.
Grunting and growling, Kane landed sharp blow after sharp blow, using every close-quarters fighting technique he could think of. Unable to land a heavy-fisted knockout punch, he had to rely on quick and apparently ineffective jabs.
None of them are doing a lick of anything.
Changing
But now, they were fulfilling an agenda that had spanned millennia, spurred by the arrival of Hank Boyd, the Chosen One . Once they captured him and killed the rest, they, the Judges of An’tala, would finally be able to truly show themselves—their proper forms. They’d have the power to finish what was started the night their birthplace was destroyed. Their master had promised them as much.
But first, we need ‘him’ to enter the Citadel.
Then, they, along with their master, would be unstoppable.
Susanoo lifted his hands violently, reaching for the heavens, commanding the seas to obey him. They did, coming to life, flowing over the sand and whatever unfortunate beachgoers that didn’t have the sense to flee in time. He laughed and invoked his will on frothing waves, even more than before, growing them to the height of a three-story building.
He swiped at the air, right-to-left, directing the miniature tsunami west, towards his targets. He had no ill-will in killing the attractive blonde, but Boyd must live. His master deemed it necessary. If it came to it, Susanoo himself would save the man.
Grinning ear-to-ear, he slammed his fists down like a sledgehammer, making the waves dive straight into the small tree-lined square. Then, he relaxed and watched the wall of water fall, admiring his talents.
That is, until a sparking inferno of electric-green erupted under the arching tidal wave, burning so hot that it consumed his creation, turning into a fine steaming mist. Susanoo stumbled at what he’d just witnessed. He wasn’t aware that Boyd had such control and strength. Summoning the fires of An’tala wasn’t usually that easy.
No matter , he thought, sloshing forward through the knee-deep water. He was intent on finding out exactly how it was done either way.
8
Typhoon Lagoon
Orlando, Florida
The small blade unfurled from within the lifeguard’s hairclip, as she slashed across Kane’s exposed throat. His left hand shot up and blocked the attack, just as the tip poked into his skin, drawing a small amount of blood.
Breathing a quick sigh of relief, Kane countered, thrusting his right palm into the much smaller woman’s wrist sending the weapon flying. It shot into the air, passing directly between the heads of two stunned boys. As one of them fainted, the razor-sharp knife stuck into one of the large wooden support posts behind them. The conscious one squealed like a baby potbelly, sending everyone else around them into a flurry of movement.
Kane’s small victory was short-lived, though. Instead of the Olivia-sized Phoenix just turning tail and running, she did the exact opposite and pressed the attack further. Half-surprised by her decision, Kane did what he could to brace himself as she launched her lesser frame at him, driving him backwards down the enclosed tube slide with incredible strength and ferocity.
Entangled together, Kane kneed and elbowed his assailant in the tight confines of the twisting tunnel, unable to see much of anything in the process. As the last bit of daylight disappeared, he cringed as he heard the echoing screams of the others along with that of Olivia.
Grunting and growling, Kane landed sharp blow after sharp blow, using every close-quarters fighting technique he could think of. Unable to land a heavy-fisted knockout punch, he had to rely on quick and apparently ineffective jabs.
None of them are doing a lick of anything.
Changing
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