It was noon and the sun is at its peak. The sky is clear with no clouds whatsoever. Occasionally a hot breeze of air would go through the city walls and into the homes of the residents. However, in a certain location at the outer skirts, it was standing out of place. There was a dark cloud looming above it. The winds are strong and risky, ravaging the surroundings.
Vespa smiled wickedly." Watch out boy! The winds are not as gentle as they seem."
One of the miniature versions of the huge storms appeared on the tip of Vespa's mace and enveloped the mace, enclosing it fully within the wind storm.
Vespa dashed towards Keiser. He was fast, almost double the speed he had before. He covered the distance between him and Keiser within seconds.
'An upward strike' It was simple yet fast and powerful.
Keiser recalled the orb of light. His intention was to stop the incoming storm mace with the orb.
Red sparks flew as the mace came in contact with the orb. Keiser grunted and increased his soul power, trying his most to keep the orb of light from breaking apart.
'WIND BLAST'. shouted Vespa.
Keiser was blasted away by the wind. He smashed onto one of the buildings on the side as he went through the wall of fire.
" Hot! Hot! Hot!" Keiser rolled on the ground trying to put out the fire.
" Do you know the difference between siris? The weaker ones and the stronger one?" asked Vespa with a smirk on his face.
The wall of fire separated when Vespa approached it. It was as if the fire feared the man, however that was not the case. It was the winds that surrounded the man's body pushing the fire apart. Even putting off some of it.
He pushed open the door of the house Keiser crushed into.
" It's the nature of the gift you received from you soul. A weak gift such as yours cannot hold a candle to a powerful gift like mine." Said Vespa.
'WIND BLAST' Another blast of wind was shot towards Keiser who was still rolling on the ground as he tried to put out the fire.
"Shit!! This is dangerous," Keiser rolled to the right barely avoiding the blast of wind.
" Finally, the fire is out. prepare yourself wind bastard." shouted Keiser. However, he was panting heavily. I am using too much soul power damn! I must finish this.
'WHISPERS OF THE WIND' The two miniature storms that were on Vespa's back increased in size and merged together forming a storm. The storm was gigantic and powerful. It engulfed half of the main road.
The wind went rampant as if it was restrained for eons. The sound of it was a strange song as if howling, yearning for a melody. The fires joined in the unfolding scene in an abrupt and startling manner.
Vespa and Keiser were in the centre of the storm.
" Well, I wasn't expecting this. I will call it 'WHISPERS OF THE FIRE WIND," said Vespa as he looked around and closed his eyes, enjoying the wind.
Keiser was trying his most just to stay on his feet. The winds were too powerful and the sound it made was unbearable. Occasionally Wind blasts would come his way throwing him off his feet. The wounds built up on his body.
The storm was powerful, ravaging and destroying the battlefield. It engulfed both allies and enemies alike.
Ark was yelling," Damn, Red haired ogre of a man. you're in the way. Help the people or stay away." The dragon shadow wrapped and appeared inside the restaurant with dozen of the people of poor town.
"Useless idiot Dragon, just because your powers are suitable in this situation." Roho was having trouble walking as the winds were too powerful. If it would not have been for his gravity power. The storm would have engulfed him and raise him all the way to the skies and slam him back to the ground.
' SPACE GRAVITY' shouted Roho increasing the gravity. It protected both the enforcers and civilians, pinning them to the ground.
Ark came back and shadow wrapped again with more people of poor town into the restaurant, and just like that the pair worked together to save the people of poor town.
The orb was spanning as it increased in size covering Keiser. It looked like keiser was adorned in a beautiful light Armor. He seemed like an otherworldly man, sent by the heavens to descend to the world as a saviour.
" isn't it amazing; the enjoyment, the rush of excitement, the glory, the fame and the blood that comes from a battlefield. Tell me! what's more deserving for a warrior than dying in battle?" Vespa seemed to be reminiscing.
Vespa was born in one of the small oasis towns that littered the southern area of Amana territory. His family were herders. They led a humble life moving from town to town. His parents died when he was but just a young child leaving behind two sons. Vespa the younger brother and Zespa the older brother. They both grew up watching the boring life of a herder. The only excitement they felt was when occasionally the bandits attacked. However, the adults knew how to fight and repelled the bandits.
A child would start to be trained in the way of fighting when he or she reaches the age of six. Both brothers were eager to learn how to fight. They yearned for it. From the training grounds they were told of the heroic stories of the brave generals of the wastelands. Vespa especially enjoyed the story of Amana. One of the four heroes of the wastelands.
" I feel alive when I battle just like Amana the hero. I wield a mace to battle just like Amana. I command several hundred of men, however Amana commanded hundred thousand of men!" said Vespa as he walked towards Keiser. His footsteps were heavy and loud, one at a time.
" A weak armour such as this cannot protect you?" Vespa lifted his mace as he increased his soul power to its peak. The huge storm calmed down and decreased in size.
Keiser saw the bloody mace inches away from smashing into his chest. He smiled," of course, the only honourable death for a warrior is in the battlefield, however. I am not dying."
Keiser blocked the attack with his light sword in his right hand. The light radiating from Keiser was intense and blinding.
Vespa closed one of his eyes due to the intensity of the light. " you should know by now, it`s better not to block my attack. `WIND BLAST," shouted Vespa.
The blast of wind was different this time, it had the force and power of all the three-miniature storm behind it. It went straight through Keiser`s light armour breaking it into pieces of shards of light. He flew into wall of the house, breaking it apart. Keiser held his stomach as he vomited blood. His body twitching in pain. He moaned in pain. This blast of wind was indeed the most powerful one that Vespa could generate.
Vespa held his injured arm close to his chest as he panted heavily. He used his mace as a support, making sure not to fall. He was exhausted, He had used too much soul power and he lost a lot of blood from the wound in his arm.
The battlefield lay quiet, for it was now a graveyard for the unburied corpses of both enforcers and the people of poor town. The clangour of the swords and other weapons had died away. The shouting and crying of the battlefield were hushed, only silence and the occasion grunting and panting of the surviving men of the enforcers, lay on the molten- Red ground of what was once a poor town littered with beggars and alcoholics.
There were no surviving members of the civilians, they were only the dead that littered the ground.