Finally, the Tiger King broke free from the crystal coating. His growl was thunder-like. Things weren't the way they used to be however, because his new opponents showed no signs of apprehension. But who cares? He pushed the floor with his muscular legs and launched himself fiercely, widening his jaws to once again have a taste of human flesh.
The monk exhausted a white form of energy that repelled the animal's assault. Buddha Shield. For a moment he was engulfed in a blinding brightness. Maybe it was the secret to the Buddha Shield's impregnability; you couldn't look at it directly. And being unable to see the enemy simply meant a frail defense. When the TK averted his eyes, Morph took the chance to whack his brains out with a flaming staff.
"Take this, you son of a whore! Yahhh!"
Seeing the monk in a state of frenzy, Mykee drew out every last bit of his chakra to discharge an earth-shaking Tide Spout.
"Get back, Morph!"
Before the TK could react to retreat or maybe even strike back, Morph was already out of the field. The land grumbled. A small portion of it was shoved skywards by a narrow water jet stream. It missed the tiger's head by inches. A second spout followed, but rather than a burst of water, this time it was a solid ice spear that was shot forth from the earth. More spouts came, one by one at first, then gained the rhythm of a Gatling gun. One long, pointed piece of frozen water impaled the TK through the jaw and up the skull where a chunk of his brain was dislodged. His abdomen seemed to have undergone an acupuncture treatment. The dense piercings caused his skin to tear, freeing his stomach, gastric juices and all, his liver, his lungs, his kidneys, digestive tracts and shit. The whole place was painted red.
Mykee's Water Gears stopped spinning. The earrings pinned to both of his earlobes calmed from vibrating, too.
"Hmm.." He grinned as he savored his glorious moment.
"Holy cow... That's the best brick-shitting and mindfucking Tide Spout I ever saw," the awestruck monk uttered.
"Bwahahahahaahahahahaah!" The meek grin was converted to a deafening blast of an imperious evil laugh.
Lightning began to strike. Shadowy clouds drifted softly in the heavens. The moon that had cast luminosity for the past hours was then only a blur of gray somber light behind a patch of cloud. The wind hushed, and not a thing could be felt, except for the magical aura of frost that the wizard had with him: friendly and comic, but ruthless.
. . .
Lust came to his senses when his eyesight gradually cleared. A flashback of recent events returned to him, especially the part when he had failed to avoid the paralyzing dart that found its way to his neck. Miraculously, it seemed that the poison's effect was already dispersing for he could then control his movements as sharply as before. It could be that something was wrong with the aborigines' alchemy. It didn't last the desired duration. Though Lust found himself captive and his hands firmly bound behind his back, he never felt bad about their original plan. That was only Plan A after all. He simply considered his current situation the beginning of his Plan B. The place where the aborigines had decided to keep him was one of those traditional straw-sheltered huts with walls made of dried mud. It had no windows, only a 6-feet-tall doorless entrance.The room was round and a fireplace dotted its center. Lust took a hurried peek outside and acquired the fact that two heavyweight aborigine guards were on watch just outside the cottage. When he was convinced that nobody was looking, his hand rummaged inside the dagger sheath's false bottom and extracted a cellphone. He typed a text message comprising a series of numbers that somewhat appeared to be coordinates. The message was sent to his friends. All four of them.
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