Kapitel 21: Ain't no rest for the wicked
The group looks around at the forest and mountains.
"Well what do we do now smart guy? It was your idea to ditch the resistance this time, although it's not like we would be ditching Darick no matter how his horny ass gets us in trouble" Asked Gara teasing Arc but he soon responded with "obviously we have to rip around on dirt bikes while we head back towards those soldiers who are taking prisoners"
Tral and Gara look at each other quick before saying at the same time "Challenge excepted" before Tral snaps four dirt bikes into existence leaving Darick horribly confused. "wait a second guys. Why are we going there when it is obviously a trap and we just left all the help behind?"
Gara crossed her arms while staring at Darick before saying with a snap of her fingers "Ok Arc, break it down for him"
Arc pushing up his glasses than, in point form listing off with is fingers describes the reasons in detail "one, it is definitely a trap and that not only makes it more interesting but also makes a challenge. Two, we left them behind because they would slow us down while being a liability in gorilla warfare. Three and most importantly, ripping around on dirt bikes is really fun but not as fun as imagining the look on Mr.Inherst and Vishka's faces when they discover that we totally left them to go actually fight the church in ways they could only dream of"
Both Salvara siblings were laughing maniacally, reveling in the mischief they could feel coming from all angles.
The group took off racing through the woods as Darick mutters under his breath asking himself about how he ever became friends with such lunatics but he follows them anyways as someone has to look out for those who won't look out for themselves.
They planned a rush tactic as they traveled where Tral would act first crushing as many of the soldiers with heavy objects while making a few ramps so that they could jump the prison convoy.
Gara would act second using her extremely long reaching blade fingers to dice up any more soldiers near them followed by her breaking open the vehicles so that the prisoners could escape.
Arc would release an emp wave to disable any electronic device in the area while they where in the air over the convoy so that even though their bikes would die as well Tral would soon make escape quinjets for everyone.
Darick with the least helpful ability would also break open vehicle until they could leave.
This idea may sound decent in theory but in reality the convoy line was a massive stretch of armored prison buses surrounded on all sides by a small army in armored vehicles that was ready and well prepared for an assault by a rebel force.
What this army wasn't ready for was for it to start raining metal mixed with bombs on them from a very high altitude. Billions of fist sized perfectly round metal balls started to slam into all the soldiers along the procession but none of them could locate the source of this phenomenon which was killing their men and destroying vehicles yet none of the metal seemed to hit the prison buses directly.
This metal hail kept up for several minutes before most of the surrounding army had been destroyed leaving the survivors either on or in the prison buses that kept going until four bikes came out of the forest towards them. The moment the bikes got near the buses several ramps popped out of nowhere which they used to jump high into the air above one of the prison buses and before the soldiers on top had time to open fire, they were sliced to pieces by many long sharp blades.
The four landed on the top of one bus each bus as their bikes flew on the crash on the other side. Sparks and errant bolts of lightning sizzle off Arc as he yells to the sky releasing a wave of bluish white energy into the surroundings causing the two nearest buses as well as the one he landed on to slow down as they were shut down permanently.
Gara took out her buses engine with a spike as Darick had stopped his with his body. This halted the convoy of five buses without accident.
Darick jumped to the door before promptly ripping it off it's hinges and throwing out the driver. As he entered the bus Tral produced a large quinjet to take everyone out if there but before any prisoner could leave a bus the back door goes flying off into the front of the bus stopped behind with Darick's body firmly embedded into it.
"What the hell just happened?" Gara asked while in shock.
Out of the back of the bus a heavily tattooed 5'7 western man jumps down. His runic tattoos glowing with a sacred light "Hell is exactly what happens to the heathens that walk this world" the man stated religiously.
Out from of the other buses came two more people. One 5'9 southerner wearing a flowing white robe who seemed to give off an aura of power as he walked towards them a sword at his waist (style of the chinese war sword emanating with power to match it's owner).
The other person was a strange 6'3 high elfish lady in a chaotic dark blue dress (magical symbols moving across its weave) who was spinning an ornate iron staff.
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