TRAILING SHADOWS

Some of the debris slammed into Kalagar. And just as they did, his eyes squeezed together in anger. He raised his hands, growling as he lowered his upper torso down.

"I... Said... NOBODY TOUCHES MEE... GRRAAAAAAA!" He roared, jerking up with widespread hands. 

KRAKAKKAATTHOOOOOOMMMM!

And just as he did, gazillion bolts of lightining bursted out of him, like a flower hoping up it's petals, electrocuting and slamming into everyone and everything at once.

The sound of the thunder claps was defeaning. Bouts of roaring thunder clapped and burst out through the clouds. The Sky churned, clouds circling as if being pulled into a black hole just above where Kalagar, the Lightning Sage stood with roaring lungs.

In the aftermath, Niniola had only seconds to react. In a flash, her eyes squeezed, worry racking her frame.

She was one who did not really give a hoot about anything mostly because she was able to hold her own against most spirit beings, beasts and demons inclusive.

But this outburst of roaring thunderous might was way above her. 

Quickly, she chanted an inaudible technique, her body suddenly gaining lightness as she boost through the air, wind and light circling around her like several revolving rings.

She boosted up, channeling energy into keeping her technique active..However, as the several bolts of lightning coursed into the sky and began to curve down , back at everywhere, her technique flickered, failing.

"Hah!" Niniola yelped as she free fell into the glittering super charged volts of lightning that branched out from the Lightning Sage.

For a minute a two, her ears got defeaned just as thunder exploded right above her. She heard a continuous din in her ears, her essence roaring in her head while falling headfirst into the certain death of the gazillion bolts of branching lightning bolts.

"No...No... No... No..." She huffed as she neared down, her mind devoid of anything. A minute back, she was casting a technique from the Law of Aganju, the Orisha of mountains, volcanoes and earth, when all of this had suddenly happened. 

Judging by the roar of the Lightning Sage, it was safe to assume that someone or something eventually touched him and that irked him off.

Well, if he did not deserve it for standing so still since.

"Law of Aganju: boulder armor!" She chanted curling herself into a ball as several bolts of lighting curved out to her now.

More than one thunders exploded in the same instant, their force of expulsion greatly rocking her and pushing her just away from the bolts.

However, pushing her right into the still branching lightning.

She fell through with a yelp, her heart racing. But just as she did, Niniola noticed the dirt covering that suddenly sprouted over her. 

It was... No, not it was.

She was covered, in her curled form with the mass of rocks and dirt and sand, even with a few moss grown here and there, twice her form.

Or rather five times her form, making her 6.3ft frame almost as huge as a mountain. And being five times her usual frame, the mountain covering was just as huge as 30ft high.

GBOOOOOMMMMMMM!

She crashed down through the lightning and immediately, her entire mountain skin vaporized, scattering into debris and bits, leaving her unprotected self crashing down to the scorched ground. 

However, just as she landed and the Earthen boulder covering scattered and vaporized, the force at which she landed caused a concussion wind to explode, the force of it, rocking the Lightning Sage. 

"About time, Kalagar! Way to end combat." She grunted as she painstakingly pushed herself from the ground on her fours. She looked to her right where Kalagar stood besides the debris of what once was his tent and of course, the barbeque meat spot. Around him was scorched trees crumbling to the ground, smoked leaves falling from still burning trunks in little patches of fire, while smoke sn.a.k.e.d in trails into the air.

Kalagar raised his left leg into a bend in the air while leaning back with his hands thrust behind him. "Enoughhhhhhhhhhhh! No more fighting in Thunder." He roared, slamming down his left leg with vicious might.

"Ha! Sunday!" Niniola panted, quickly scrambling to her feet. 

She had lost track of where Sunday was in all that had happened so far. The smoke was creating a smokescreen of some sorts, this limiting visibility, although this was not much of a problem for her.

What was, was the visibility of Sunday. At his low class, if he was still alive, then anyone could sneak on him and he would not have his sight to help him out.

And yes, she had to believe that He was still alive... Sunday was her champion. 

He just had to be.

Just as she got her her feet, she turned to the left, her eyes surveying through when she caught a glimpse of Sage Mode. 

Sunday appeared to be in Partial Sage Mode, his Wolf-headed Sage Form crouching down as if protecting something while four of his astral limbs joined to the other as if forming a shield by conjoining elbows of some sorts One set of arm in the front while the other astral limbs formed yet another shield at the back.

"Su-Sunday?" She queried, relief seeping though her taut form. 

'He must have used that Sage Mode to withstand this. Wonder how he pulls it.' She sighed.

Just then, she heard a groaning coming from behind her. She looked up there, her eyes settling on the flapping blue cloak in the distance, towards the stone paved road and away from the forest.

"Taaaayyyyooo..." She growled, hopping over to his direction.

She had yet a score to settle with that bastard of an Irunmole. She was disgusted.

And they called her an abomination when here was a proper depiction of an abomination.

She could not just wait to half his jaws apart because of the betrayal he had brought..And because of him and those Assassins, she had been unable to keep track of Sunday. 

Thankfully, he was yet able to survive. And that was not the only thing that survived. 

Her distaste for his actions survived too. And he, by all of her was going to taste it by her fists.

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