3.6|Feast of Fists

 

3.6|Feast of Fists

 

Years passed.

The tropics of the surrounding acres blew about like a thunderous hurricane, each collision adding dents in the earth a tuskmaus could sink in. The ground shook, every sweep and swipe created unexpected fissures all around the landscape. Protas watched, receiving a shiver of awe, vines, figs and trunks thrashing into the atmosphere like woodchippers kicked about. Four fists from two torsos whipped and struck one another rapidly, their strikes speeding up, showering in blood and creating momentum to choke the air everywhere surrounding.

The pair, like all who inhabit the forest, had never been able to control their movements with such speed, but now they did so with such power, that their punches were a violent explosion of velocity which tore at the earth beneath them and created an expansion with pure violence. The two bodies jumped to opposite sides, leaping beyond the canopy of the marsh and uttering incantations- one spoken unaccented in the language of the Hex, the other in guttural roars, and from their palms emerged a blue beam of wind cutting into the airwaves against red tendrils of energy, the two projectiles pushed against one another leveling everything in their path.

Before the first projectile could reach the other the beam was snapped in two, sending a shock wave of energy across the marsh, the two bodies were flung away from one another, the air filled with a thick red haze. The bodies smashed into the trees, tatters of vines and leaves flew in every direction, the impact sent shockwaves throughout the earth with each footfall. The blast turned into a torrential storm, thunder and lightning and winds which rattled the trees and made them sway about. Mercy’s feathered wings flapped, while Sway’s insectoid transparent ones buzzed, the two tearing up the land and creating afterimages in the velocity lost to the dust of the valley.

Raelyn ran, carrying little Anne and Torayl who were kicking and squirming in place. "Ma-ma! Thundah!!" Torayl covered his ears, while Anne watched with stoic fascination.

"Dear what in the world is happening?! We're under attack, we need to go!!"

Protas looked at her, peeking out from a cliff and folding her arms. "Nah, it's fine. We were supposed to be training today but, Merc and Swazzy got into an argument at lunch." She shrugged. "You should see them train."

Raelyn was looking around trying to understand what was happening, the sounds of crackling thunder, tsunamis and the abundance of nature's great catastrophes leveled at one another in the distance. At speeds too fast to track, spells and incantations of the Hex swept the geography aside a barrage of power, one after another. A mountain up ahead once the bane of travelers, met their swift climb, then the backhand of their blows and then was obliterated, the ensuring landslide swept the entire summit of the surrounding hill.

A new and louder roar of fury came from the direction of the forest where the fights were to take place, every tree shook and swayed. A torrent of fire roared into the sky, the heat so intense it burned the leaves of the trees above. The duo continued on, the earth rumbling as if it were on the verge of collapse. There was an overwhelming, terrifying feeling of power about the situation, a feeling of overwhelming determination and spirit being utilized.

"Stop them! We cannot let our daughters fight to the death!" Raelyn cried.

"Why? They're just playing. Besides, they seem to be enjoying themselves."

Anne and Torayl looked up at the sight, amazed how colorful the rhapsody of Mercy and Sway's dance was. "Looks like it put them in a happy mood." Protas held them both up to enjoy the view.