101 This is War! 5 Clash: The youth challenger and the unknown veteran (1/2)
Terrick snorted as he ran through the hallway, in both his hands were the bodies of his two companions. At this point he had gotten quite sick of the number of times that they had been incapacitated and promised himself to do something about their resistances after the entire situation blew over.
The high priestess ran behind him, a rough towel thrown over her torso hastily. Terrick could only marvel at the women's speed, concluding for his own self esteem, that the faint poison in the atmosphere and the deranged room freshener chasing them had addled the air in such a way that it caused him to slow down.
”What's going on..?” The high priestess muttered, a level of pity for herself that Terrick now shared. At this point he was quite glad that he hadn't been born in a line of heirs, dealing with the bureaucracy of management had left him reeling.
”Run now, complain later!” Terrick quipped, offering his heart felt advice.
At this point some of you may ask, why he didn't move to tranquilize the Rafflesia earlier. To that, Terrick's answer would be, an unknown devil fruit that could neutralize targets from a distance posed too much of a safety hazard to be challenged without prior preparation.
If only he had that thing called Haki down, he was sure it would have widened his arsenal but that was neither here nor there.
As they rounded a corner, a deranged shriek sounded as the scent in the air got heavier, the fruity texture of the aroma drawing heavily on a primordial sense of disgust that temporarily caused for Terrick and his semi naked follower to stop in favor of dry heaving.
The scent tickled at their noses bringing images of rotting corpses and hordes of worms to the fore as an accompaniment to it.
”God…Damnit! ..Devil fruits are bullshit!!!” Terrick spat, his tongue immediately picking up on the noxious fume that his nose had been a party to and decided to transmit it to his brain as a separate taste. Now Terrick was both heaving and retching and he couldn't decide what was worse.
”o teacher~~” The singsong voice of the defiler of their noses rang from the corridor as the deranged harpy walked through. With an audible smack of her lips she looked over at them.
”A pleasant scent is it not?~”
”God damnit women! I'm going to file your for raping our nostrils!!!!” Terrick roared as he held onto the wall for dear life, a single hand on his bellowing chest attempting to cool his hyperactive system.
”Silence maggot!” She snapped clicking her fingers at his direction. A visible stream of yellowish rotting air could be seen around him as he collapsed. ”Have a smell of pure and putrid fear!~~” She said with an evil witch laugh.
Terrick felt his whole world churn as he kneeled down, his face grimaced in an ugly shade of purple as his eyes grew unfocussed.
'Endure until you get used to it!'
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I looked at the wreckage that i had personally committed, my hands clenched at my side as I saw the retreating forces of the of the soldiers that had attempted to stall me. The sea before the island at this point both looked and tasted like the metallic pungency of blood.
”Hehe, here is where we part ways, gill-less one. Your quarry is much further into the bowels of this beast. We shall stand here and hope that those foul patrons appear here. Go” Tiamat said nodding appreciatively before turning around and shooting a scathing look at the water below.
I nodded in agreement briskly journeying into the placid field that once beheld my battleground. The head honchos of the army had been dealt with, only those either too scared or not part of the armed force having been left.
With a small grin I shadowed them. I could see their tear stroked face, and would be lying if I said that I did not like it even a little. This was a reminder to myself, of what was the result of those that touched my family. I had seen my mother die before my eyes, and the last thing I wanted was to relive that experience.
The building at the very beginning were very small, monotony seemed to be the key quality of the entire island if the entrance was anything to go by. I had seen a transponder snail buried in the rubble, its shell caved in as pieces of cloth from the tent held it in place.
I had done quite a number on this place.
With brisk steps I walked through what looked like schools and markets quickly passed by. 'Color me surprised! Not a single casualty.. However inefficient they are in dealing with an actual invasion it's good to know at least, that they don't completely suck' I thought as I casually bad mouthed them.
Good. In the end of this rood I could see the fog physically thicken. That meant that I had come to the second wall. The second wave, and if the army's mobilizations was anything to go by, it was going to be a last ditch effort!
Over the pinkish fog, I saw the call of armed men. They were assembled in neat cells, each with a level of sophistication that their sea faring counterparts could not hope to match.
It wasn't that they sucked overall, it was only that they placed too much trust on their scaly mounts!
Uncaring of the situation I was in, I lightly tapped my palm with my fist. I had cracked the enigma that was the island!
”Surrender now and you won't be killed!” A voice called out over the enumerable sounds of chattering. The man that gave the warning sounded weary, and who could blame him. His men were more terrified than his one lone enemy!