MONSTER SISTERS
“Get to your positions!” Commander Fritz yells as he commands.
We scatter and form our quarters on this usual grace enwrap mission. Commander Fritz takes the position at the center where he is the one carrying the gigantic grace container. At first, it appears to be small like a mere grace container. But upon throwing it to the ground it actuates and alchemizes into a giant container. Upon full activation, nearby where the waves of grace are floating at. It starts absorbing the grace around it. The glimpse is beautiful. It is like a waterfall floating in the air with radiant colors being suck into the container. We form a triangle guard as the grace container will be at the center.
The four sisters go to an elevated spot on rocky mountain nearby the surroundings. So that they can overview us and be the lookout if there will be an incoming threat. They are also the ones who are connected with the Crypt Gate. So that if there will be an emergency they can pull us all, to fly back to the kingdom.
Our grace is already marked and connected to Lord Commander’s power as he is the one who flies us here. He can bring us back any time with a signal to him.
We have this ‘Buzz Holler’ as our means of communication. As it is powered by grace, we can communicate with a hologram image to it.
Lady Cristina is the one overseeing our linkage with Lord Commander back to the kingdom. We are going to hold our position no matter how long will it take until the grace container will be replete.
A smoke gathered on the surface like a circle blending with the wind clearing the spot. We knew what it is. Legionnaires are about to be teleported here. As expected, we are not the only kingdom who is interested in the grace hovering around in this area.
There, they show up about 300 meters at 12 o’clock where the four sisters are stationed. Ten legionnaires in a shadow form starting to loom.
The sisters already noticed that an enemy is in front of them. So they have their swords drawn already and their grace uncloaked.
One of the shadows of the enemy releases a vast fire with his cherub sword. It is a man with ragged hair. His look and element of grace are kind of familiar though. I’ve heard about this kingdom. Red and blue cloak and armor, with a crest crafted in their left chest an italic kind of word ‘W’ wrap in a fire. It’s them, one of the infamous kingdoms, the kingdom of Fotia.
The enemy who is scheming on his huge attack does not hesitate. He twirls his sword two times and vent a whirlwind fire trying to burn the four sisters.
Their mistake, those are water type grace powered legionnaires. How unfortunate for them to engage with them. It is a mismatch to begin with, but how could they know anyways? It was their error. But don’t they have training back at their kingdom like us? We were trained to identify and analyze the enemy’s power before engaging them in battle. Well, it appears that they don’t have that kind of training.
It is too fast for an attack. Fire blazes for five seconds burning the four sisters. Until it’s started to bobble down like fire in the furnace is being shut off. Sweeping steam emerges from it.
Until the sight is clear. It is water indeed forming a cube that protected the four sisters. A violet one. I knew it. It’s Lady Raiva’s grace! She takes a step forward, and the cube gives way to a door for her, leaving the other three inside the cube. She wields a dagger sized, stylish ancient designed cherub sword.
"Oh, dear. You’re so hot. Don’t burn us right away. We are hot ladies as well. You’re hot for your grace to be offered to our Kingdom,” Lady Raiva says, grinning.
She keeps on walking until she reaches in their midst. And the Fotia Legionnaires are seem stunned by her beauty. They let her walk, and they do not even move an inch. Are they terrified?
One of them finally opens his mouth, “You made a mistake, pretty girl. You think you can underestimate us? I’ve heard about your kingdom of lost legionnaires. You merciless scum who slaughtered small kingdoms and even villages.”
“Aren’t you any different? We are all trying to survive in this world. A moment ago you were trying to fry us so that you can get your hands on that hovering grace.” She replies, and the look on her face says she is pissed.
She lances her sword on the desert ground and cries, “Water of death!”
Out of nowhere water bursts from where she strikes her sword. Spreading the area that made them wet and soaked, as if there was a storm surge going on. The water level is up to the waist.
They do not flee from that until the water goes down as they thought it is harmless and a bluff, or a failed attack.
She stands up with a face being hidden with her hair. The cursed silver, and it’s moving like it is alive. The way she stands she is quite like a dead girl with her skin turns into lavender pale.
Another Flotia Legionnaire spits some words, “You think you can scare us with this? You are a dead girl! I know you are out of grace because of the earlier attack. That you have spent all your grace to make that shield against our commander’s whirlwind fire. Lay yourself, you dead girl!”
All their weapons are ablaze with fire surrounding her, and ready to launch an attack altogether. And it reminds me of my scorch sword. The texture of their flame is a bit different from mine. Theirs are a mere flame like coming from a fiery woods.
Then all their fires are put off. And they wonder themselves. They glared at their sword and begin to focus their grace to release some power, but nothing comes out.
The air changes as if a death scent could be smelled.
One of them moans in pain, begins to scream with all he can.
I can see that he is scratching his leg. It’s some kind of, there’s a great pain. And one after another shriek and struggled to stand! It is a terrible thing to watch myself.
Some legs are swollen like a balloon ready to burst. And their lower garment is stretching and expanding as if there’s water within. Some pop, and it is a blood that comes out. Others fall on the ground. Some try to walk away, but their bodies won’t cooperate.
One of them yowls in pain, “You witch! What have you done?”
“Oh, I forget to tell you. This is no sheer water, as you can see it’s dark violet. It’s cursed water that anyone gets in touch with it will be cursed. Now die, you weaklings!” Lady Raiva says with a cold voice.
Her face half-covered by her sprinkled silver hair. Her eyes darkens. She is talking like a witch.
All of them are silent after a few seconds. They all have died.
Lady Raiva takes her grace container and absorb their grace. Then she walks back to the others. What I have seen is indeed dreadful. How scary! They even alarm me as their ally.
“Poor hot boys, I could have at least make some love before you die,” Lady Christine says.
“Nope, I could have eaten them alive if it was me,” Lady Kathleen says.
“You went too far. It’s best to have them just disappear right away and avoid big uses of grace. So that we can preserve our strength,” Lady Cristina rebukes them.
Amazing, even their conversation is monstrous.
Lightning starts to gather forming a roundel at 3 o’clock. This time and it’s where Willie is positioned at, well, I should call him Captain Willie.
It’s another group of legionnaires from a different kingdom again. The lighting circle disappeared, and there appeared three men. Yellow Cloak under their white stripes armor. With their crest of their own carved in their right knee. I know what kingdom it is as I’ve read them in our Kingdom’s Bibliotheca. It’s the Legionnaires from the Kingdom of Astripi.
This is serious trouble! I am ready to jump into action as I am cautious.
“Hold your spot, Zinvul. Keep your position. I didn’t command you, did I?” the commander mutters towards me in a calm tone.
So I halt and watch what’s gonna happen then.
From what I’ve read about them, these legionnaires are fiends. A kingdom of lightning that pierces the heavens. Is that all an exaggeration to describe them in the omnibus? And it’s three of them. They haven’t drawn their swords yet. And they start stepping forward until they were few meters apart from Captain Willie.