Suddenly, amidst the whistles and cheers
there was a loud crash as the drum kit got knocked over, gasps out loud as the
god of Death dove off the stage into the crowd below. He landed hard on Torus's
back, breaking his hold instantly, knocking both he and Min backwards into the
crowd, cushioning their fall.
Min
rolled over onto her knees, a hand helped her up and she managed to wiggle
away, relatively unscathed as the crowds moved back, in a billow of dust, a
battle broke out behind her.
Neter
struggled to secure Torus by holding his arms backwards, but Torus flipped him
over with his legs and hurled him into the ground, hard. Winded, for a moment
he was defeated, Torus was on top, pounding his face as hard as he could, he
could feel his flesh tearing from the rings. He fought back as hard as he
could, Torus was bigger and stronger than he but he had the Phoenix on his
side.
Min managed to squeeze her way out of the crowd. Trembling with fright, bruised but alright she ran straight towards the Lemurian camp.
The gods fought hard, Torus still had the upper hand, he grabbed Neter's hair and smashed his head into the dirt. But Neter learned his trick, pinned his legs around him and twisting hard, knocked Torus back off his balance and was back on top once again. The gods fought a bloody fight like none of the aribu had ever seen before, fueled by decades of hate and distrust, the rage came unleashed. Dust and dirt billowed up into a cloud above the dance floor as they rolled around, each of them desperately trying to wipe each other off the face of the earth.
The
Unicorn stomped his hoof and let out a loud snort, just as the music came to a
crashing end, mid song. Vikkar looked around, he could see the plume of dust
arising from the dance floor… Neter was no longer on stage? Then he spotted Min
exploding from the crowd, horribly distraught she ran straight into Mina's arms
alerting them to the fight on the dance floor.
"VIKKAR! GET IN THERE!" Mina
hollered, horrified by the terrified and damaged state Min was in. Without
wasting another second, Vikkar ran into the crowd clutching the sword, pushing
his way through the pressing bodies, towards the origins of the dust cloud.
Torus and Neter were still violently interlocked in what was a now a bloody battle, like rabid animals they were rolling around on the ground tearing each other apart, clothing was torn and teeth were out, luckily no weapons were drawn.
Without
a hint of hesitation, Vikkar dove in and pulled Torus up from behind and threw
him back down, hard.
Torus
rolled over and regained his step, fists clenched, ready to strike back. But
when he saw the Sword of Lightning drawn, sparking with orbs of supernatural
powers and ready to strike, he backed away, spat on the ground, lifted his
middle finger and disappeared into the parting crowd.
"Let him go" Neter called out as
Vikkar chased after him. "He's scum of the earth, he's not worth it."
Vikkar
had to fight so hard to resist, knowing it was true, he had to remind himself
what they were really here for. Not this.
"Let's
go" Neter dusted himself off, now that the energy had turned bad it was
time to go. But just as he turned to go, a shiny object on the ground caught
his eye. He stooped down to pick it up, it was a strange little object. He
looked around, no one seemed to be looking for it...
He
rubbed the dirt off with his finger, it was polished obsidian… A device of some
kind... He examined it a little closer, it had a little gold dial that appeared
to be functional in some way... A hole... It was some kind of flashlight
perhaps? He turned it over, there was an inscription on the side, he had seen
this name already...
The abrupt end to the celebration and the ominous plume of dust was very mysterious to those who could not see beyond the crowds or down into the courtyard from above. Few saw what actually happened, no one really knew what started it, the cloud of dust was alarming, everyone was wondering the same thing; Was it part of the show?
"I
wonder what's going on?" Dion craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the
unfolding scene.
"I
don't know…" Mel replied, her neck craned in equal measure. "It
looked like the god of Death dove off the stage... It's probably part of their
stupid show, hopefully the ending." She turned toward the balcony, Atalon
had disappeared, only one of the gods were left, looking over the edge to the
grounds below. It looked like Bakkon.
"I've
got a bad feeling about this" she knew the king too well. "If it
isn't the official ending, it'll be officially ended soon. Atalon's not going
to let this show go on. Just watch, I'll bet he shows up here really, really
mad."
Dion
followed her gaze up toward the balcony, noticing Atalon had abandoned his
post. He could see one of the gods leaning over the railing as if something was
going on below. It looked like Bakkon was missing something...
"I
think you may be right…"
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