THE ONI TIDE (2): ROARS OF THE SPIRIT CANON

°CHARGE!!! ROAR!!!°

The first wave of the Oni tide had been mostly repelled, the exorcists battered and bruised on the battlefield. The Oni's twisted bodies lay scattered across the ground, their eerie, unnatural silence a stark contrast to the baleful aura still emitted from their cold carcass.

The exorcists stood panting, their chests heaving with exhaustion, their eyes filled with relief and the thought "it's finally over?".... But the higher ups has a tensed expression their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the next wave. They knew that the Oni tide would not be so easily defeated "this isn't over yet.... it has just begun" they muttered

And then, °BOOM° like a dark and malevolent storm cloud, the next wave of Oni emerged from the eerie forest. They charged forward with frenzied madness, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy, their twisted bodies driven by a singular, bloodthirsty intent.

The exorcists were caught off guard, their momentary respite shattered by the sudden and ferocious onslaught. They scrambled to regroup, to reform their lines and prepare for the next wave of attacks.

But the Oni were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless, their ferocity and cunning unmatched. They tore into the exorcists with reckless abandon, their claws and teeth ripping apart armor and flesh with equal ease.

The exorcists fought back with all their might, their swords and spirit energy flashing in the sunlight as they clashed with the Oni. But despite their valiant efforts, they were beginning to falter, their numbers dwindling, their strength waning.

The battlefield was a charnel house, the ground slick with blood, the air thick with the stench of death and destruction. The exorcists were fighting for their lives, their city, and their very way of life.

And yet, despite the overwhelming odds, they refused to yield. They fought on, their determination and courage driving them forward, even in the face of unimaginable horror and destruction.

But as the battle raged on, it became increasingly clear that the exorcists were fighting a losing battle. The Oni tide seemed endless, their numbers and ferocity unmatched. The exorcists were beginning to tire, their strength waning, their numbers dwindling.

"I can't fall not here...not now", this singular thoughts emerged in the mind of the exorcists as they seemed to have found a new gear, their movements becoming faster, more precise, and more deadly. They fought with a ferocity that bordered on madness, their swords and spirit energy flashing in the sunlight as they clashed with the Oni.

The tempo of the battle reached a high stage of surging ferocity, the two sides locked in a frenetic and furious exchange of blows. The air was filled with the sound of clashing steel, the scent of sweat and blood, and the eerie, unnatural glow of spirit energy.

Despite the Exorcists' newfound ferocity, the Oni refused to yield. They fought back with equal ferocity, their twisted bodies driven by a singular, bloodthirsty intent. The two sides clashed in a maelstrom of chaos and destruction, neither able to gain a clear advantage over the other.

The battlefield was a blur of motion, the two sides locked in a balanced stalemate. The Exorcists' superior training and tactics were matched by the Oni's sheer numbers and ferocity. The two sides seemed to be evenly matched, neither able to gain a decisive advantage over the other.

As the battle raged on, the Exorcists began to tire. Their movements slowed, their blows becoming less precise and less deadly. But the Oni seemed to sense their weakness, and they pressed their advantage with renewed ferocity.

The Exorcists were forced to dig deep, to summon every last ounce of strength and courage in order to hold their ground. They fought with a desperate, frenzied energy, their swords and spirit energy flashing in the sunlight as they clashed with the Oni.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the battlefield, the Exorcists and the Oni remained locked in their balanced stalemate.

"Oh no!" A blue haired female exorcist at the 4th Star Rank blurted out as she stared at the horizon with an anxious face, °Growl°, a sharp whistle of the wind and a nauseating fishy smell snapped her out of her thoughts as her opponent had opened its maw aiming to chomp her in a bite.. "Hmph, fvk off!!" The female warrior roared before swinging her aqua colored Spirit whip at its jaw with such strength that dazed the Oni while inflicting quite a considerable wound on its jaw, the pain of which sent it howling in agony. "Vice chairman Flint-hook! The sun is starting to go down, the situation is looking grim!" Her voice spread throughout the battlefield, prompting the Star Rank 4 & 5 warriors to take a quick glance at the horizon.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the battlefield, the Star Rank 5 and 4 warriors couldn't help but feel a slight sense of fear and anxiety. They knew that the Oni were notorious for their increased strength and speed during the night, and the thought of facing an even more formidable foe sent a shiver down their spines.

Jeremy Flint-hook, standing at his end of the battlefield, surveyed the chaos before him. He knew that the exorcists were tired, their strength waning after hours of relentless fighting. But he also knew that they couldn't afford to yield, not now, not until they could push the horde back.

"Exorcists, listen up!" Jeremy bellowed, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "We need to muster every last ounce of strength we have! We need to slaughter as many Oni as possible, buy ourselves some time! If we can't take them down, we need to stall them, keep them at bay!"

The exorcists nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew that the night would bring even greater challenges, but they were ready to face them head-on.

"We have a window of opportunity, a small one, but it's all we need!" Jeremy continued. "The spirit cannons on the association towers are charging up energy as we speak. They'll fire at the Oni horde, buying us just enough time to retreat to the safety cover of the magna shield!"

The exorcists nodded again, their eyes locked on the horizon. They knew that the magna shield was their only hope, their last line of defense against the Oni's nocturnal fury.

"Let's move, exorcists!" Jeremy shouted, his sword flashing in the fading light. "Let's show these Oni what we're made of! Let's buy ourselves some time, and let the spirit cannons do the rest!"

The exorcists charged forward, their swords and spirit energy flashing in the receding sunlight. They fought with renewed ferocity, their determination and courage driving them forward.

As the Exorcists charged forward with renewed ferocity, the higher level Oni in the horde sensed their determination and courage. They saw the Exorcists' plan, knew that they were trying to buy enough time for the Spirit Canons to charge enough energy before dealing damage to them.

The higher level Oni, massive and twisted creature with eyes that glowed like embers, let out a series of beastly, majestic roars. The sound was like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the earth. It was a call to arms, a summons to the rest of the Oni horde to rise up and attack.

The Oni horde, already frenzied and maddened by the battle, became even more unhinged. They charged forward with reckless abandon, their claws and teeth flashing in the fading light. They were a tidal wave of destruction, a force of nature that seemed unstoppable.

The higher level Oni, leading the charge, smashed into the Exorcists' lines with incredible force. They were like battering rams, their massive bodies driven by a singular, bloodthirsty intent. The Exorcists, despite their bravery and skill, were forced to give ground, their lines wavering under the onslaught.

The Oni horde, sensing victory within their grasp, redoubled their efforts. They stormed forward, a seemingly endless tide of twisted, nightmarish creatures. The Exorcists, fighting for their lives, knew that they had to hold on, had to buy just a little more time for the Spirit Canons to charge up.

The battle was a maelstrom of chaos and destruction, the two sides locked in a struggle that seemed to have no end. The Oni horde, driven by their maddening roars, seemed to be gaining the upper hand, their numbers and ferocity overwhelming the Exorcists.

Deep within the Exorcist HQ, the Weapons and Armoury department sprang into action, their faces set with determination and efficiency. They had received Jeremy Flint-hook's order to prepare the Spirit Beam Canons & the Spirit Meteorite Canon for attack, and they knew that every second counted.

"Let's move!...GO!GO!!GO!!!"

The team of technicians and engineers scuttled about, their hands moving with precision as they filled the Spirit Canons with spirit crystals. The crystals, glowing with a soft, ethereal light, were the key to unlocking the Spirit Canons' true potential.

As the technicians worked, they connected the Spirit Canons to the spirit vein, a network of energy pathways that crisscrossed the HQ. The spirit vein pulsed with energy, and the technicians carefully channeled this energy into the Spirit Canons.

The air was thick with anticipation as the technicians powered up the Spirit Canons, condensing energy for the Spirit Energy Beam attack. The Canons hummed with power, their barrels glowing with a fierce, blue-white light.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the medical personnel arrived at the rear of the Exorcist warriors, their stretchers and medical kits at the ready. They moved swiftly and efficiently, collecting the wounded warriors and carrying them back to the HQ for treatment.

The medical personnel also collected the corpses of the dead warriors, those that could still be salvaged, and brought them back to the HQ for proper burial and rites. The Exorcists believed in honoring their fallen comrades, and the medical personnel took great care to treat the bodies with respect and dignity.

As the medical personnel worked, the logistic team sent out spirit potions and elixirs to the besieged warriors, providing them with much-needed sustenance and healing. They also fired out explosive talismans, which detonated among the Oni ranks, causing chaos and destruction.

The logistic team worked tirelessly, providing support to the warriors and helping to turn the tide of the battle. They were the unsung heroes of the Exorcist HQ, working behind the scenes to ensure that the warriors had everything they needed to survive.

As the Spirit Canons continued to power up, the Exorcists knew that they were running out of time. The Oni horde was relentless, and the warriors were beginning to tire. But with the Spirit Energy Beam attack, they might just have a chance to turn the tide of the battle and emerge victorious.

[Ethan's POV]

I stand in the central hall of the Exorcist HQ, my eyes fixed on the huge display screen that dominates the room. The screen shows a live feed of the battlefield, and my heart sinks as I watch the wanton slaughter rained down by the Oni horde upon the Exorcists.

I feel a surge of restlessness, a sense of weakness and helplessness that threatens to overwhelm me. I clench my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms as I struggle to contain my emotions.

Hatred and resentment boil within me, threatening to spill over at any moment. I remember the face of my girlfriend, Kira, her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. I remember the good moments we spent together, the laughter and the joy.

But most of all, I remember the day she died. The day she was possessed by an Oni, her body twisting and contorting in ways that were not humanly possible. I remember the look of terror in her eyes as she realized what was happening to her.

And I remember the fall, the long, terrifying plunge from the top of the building as we both tumbled through the air, our screams echoing off the walls.

My eyes burn with tears as I remember that day, but I refuse to let them fall. Instead, I let my anger and hatred fuel me, drive me forward.

"I'll never forgive you," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the din of the battlefield. "I'll never forgive you for taking her from me. For destroying her, for corrupting her."

I pause, my chest heaving with emotion.

"I'll make you pay," I vow, my voice cold and deadly. "I'll make you pay for what you did to her, for what you did to me. I'll make you pay with every last breath in my body."

My eyes burn with an insatiable hunger for power, a desire to become strong enough to take on the Oni and destroy them once and for all. I know it won't be easy, that it will take time and effort and sacrifice.

But I'm willing to do whatever it takes, to give up whatever I have to, in order to achieve my goal. I'll stop at nothing, will spare no one, in my quest for revenge.

The display screen flickers and dims, the image of the battlefield wavering for a moment before stabilizing again. My eyes never leave the screen, my gaze fixed on the carnage and destruction below.

I take a deep breath, my chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate movement. And then, in a voice that's barely audible over the din of the battlefield, I speak a chilling tone:

"If I survive this....if we survive this....I swear to get stronger...and I will find you, and I will kill you!."

Unbeknownst to me, that moment my aura changed and a slight killing intent enveloped me....

//Atta punk, you're getting there *sips sake* 🍶\\