The Unexpected Battle

Wafula lay sprawled across his hotel bed, one hand lazily holding his phone as he tapped away at a mobile game.

He was bored out of his mind.

The tension around Heinrich and Eleanor was suffocating, and he was tired of waiting for instructions. If there was one thing Wafula hated, it was sitting around doing nothing.

The game on his phone was his only solace. He was deep into a battle, fingers furiously tapping as he tried to take down an enemy base.

Little did he know, real danger was about to step into his room.

A fallen angel had been lurking in the shadows of the hotel for hours.

Unlike the others who were here chasing rumors, he had a gift.

He could sense powerful artifacts and Excalibur's aura had drawn him to this very place.

His ability to mask his presence had allowed him to bypass the protectors and enter the hotel undetected.

Now, he had finally locked onto the scent of something powerful.

A human wouldn't be able to detect it, but to him, it was as clear as blood in the water.

His body melded into the wall, his form dissolving like smoke, and he reappeared inside Wafula's room.

Wafula, completely unaware, felt a presence.

He looked up from his phone and nearly jumped out of his skin.

A tall, pale-faced man stood in the corner of the room, staring at him.

Wafula's first instinct was not to panic.

Instead, he frowned.

"Bruh. What the hell? Did you teleport in here or something?"

The intruder said nothing.

Wafula, unimpressed, squinted at him.

"You look familiar. Wait… aren't you one of the waiters?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Listen, if you're here, at least be useful. Go grab me some snacks, will you? And next time, knock! You scared the hell out of me!"

The fallen angel tilted his head, clearly not expecting this kind of reaction.

Wafula sighed dramatically. "Come on, man, at least get me some juice or...."

The first punch landed.

Wafula's head snapped back as pure force slammed into his face.

Before he could react, the second and third blows followed his lip split, his vision blurred, and he went flying off the bed.

His body hit the floor like a sack of maize.

The pain rushed in all at once.

Wafula groaned, rolling over, cursing under his breath.

"Which man attacks without warning?!" he spat, wiping blood from his lip.

But the attacker was already moving again.

He was fast.

Wafula barely had time to react before the man lunged at him again his movements like a blur.

Instinct kicked in.

Wafula lifted both his legs and kicked as hard as he could.

The man went flying back into the wall.

The impact shook the entire room.

Wafula blinked.

Damn.

That wasn't normal.

Wafula barely had time to recover before his legs started throbbing.

It felt like he had kicked a boulder.

"What kind of nonsense...."

But he didn't finish his sentence.

Because the intruder wasn't down. Despite that impact against the wall that could render any man immobile.

He was getting back up.

Wafula didn't give him the chance, he could not afford to even if he was more of a diplomatic person in character.

He lunged forward, tackling the man to the ground, and rained down punches.

Blow after blow.

Mike Tyson style.

The man beneath him didn't scream.

Didn't groan.

Didn't even try to block.

He just took the beating, like he was a mute or something. Apart from his eyes blinking, he would have fooled Wafula into letting him go. He was kind of too weak, if any other person knew that Wafula had described one of the fallen angels as weak, this would have choked on their own saliva. However the fact that he was not asking for mercy gave Wafula chills.

And that scared Wafula even more.

Who the hell takes a beating like that and doesn't even flinch?!

Then it happened.

A sudden pulse of energy shot through Wafula's body.

His chest burned.

Something inside him awoke.

And before his eyes, the Chalice appeared.

It was floating.

Suspended in the air between them.

And then, in a blink...

The intruder was sucked into it.

Like air being vacuumed into a bottle.

It was over in a second.

Silence.

Wafula sat frozen, his fists still clenched.

His eyes widened as he stared at the glowing artifact before him.

Then, as if mocking him, the Chalice sent a streak of white light at him.

The whip-like energy lashed out, slapping him across the chest...

And threw him straight through the window.

Wafula crashed three floors down.

The impact knocked the air out of his lungs.

Glass shattered.

Dust rose.

He lay sprawled on the ground, his mind struggling to process what the hell had just happened.

Then, suddenly..

Five figures jumped out from the windows above.

Eleanor.

Heinrich.

The bodyguards.

They landed smoothly, weapons drawn.

Heinrich barely glanced at Wafula before barking, "Move! Get in the car!"

Wafula, still in shock, barely had time to react before strong arms grabbed him and hauled him into the vehicle.

One of the bodyguards took the wheel, and the tires screeched as they sped off into a random direction under the scorching sun.

Heinrich, gripping his gun, was muttering curses under his breath.

Eleanor, face grim, kept glancing out the window.

The tension was suffocating.

Wafula, bleeding, exhausted, and utterly confused, felt his consciousness slipping.

Before blacking out, he barely caught Heinrich's words...

"This coward jumped first.He is quite sensitive to danger for a normal human being"

Wafula wanted to protest.

But the darkness pulled him under before he could say a word.