The male slunk quietly along in the shadows, careful to avoid the guards' watchful eyes as he moved. He forced himself to keep his breaths quiet; one wrong move could jeopardize his mission or even worse- get himself killed. When the male got to what he was sure was the main tent he took in a deep breath, pushing his hands downward and launching himself up into the air. His dark blue cloak fluttered softly as he went over the open top of the tent, quietly lowering himself in.
Several paces away guards stood at the main entrance to the tent, their eyes watching the flaps that fluttered slightly in the stormy weather. The blonde could tell that they weren't happy to be stuck on guard duty by their body language- Their shoulders were slouched slightly, and they just seemed to give off an unhappy aura.
Quietly the male landed on the ground, his feet barely even making a thud. He looked around, spotting the large map on a table in the center of the room. He kept his footsteps light, walking quickly over to the table. His fingers grasped the parchment, quickly and quietly rolling it up and sliding it into the air-sealed tube that he had been given. Just as he began to close the tube the flaps to the tent parted.
His body froze up slightly, and he quickly pulled his hood down over his face. The man that had entered looked at the guards before seeing the small blonde male, and his lips parted to shout out a warning. "Typhoon intruder! He has the battle plans!"
The male quickly jumped to the side as a fireball was flung at him, and he willed a burst of air underneath him, rocketing himself up into the air and out of the tent. By then many soldiers had been alerted to his presence, and their eyes watched the skies. One let out a sharp cry, and balls of fire and rock flew upwards.
The blonde quickly swerved in the air, avoiding the projectiles as best as he could before flying down towards the woods that he had come from. He would definitely have a better chance of losing the Seismic soldiers there.
The moment his feet landed on the pine-needle covered forest floor he began to sprint, already hearing the voices of the soldiers behind him. His sharp breaths hit the chilly air, forming small puffs of smoke as he exhaled. His blood pulsed through his veins, pounding through his head like the footsteps of the soldiers that were pursuing him. Battle cries filled the air, filling it with energy.
A curse left the male's lips as he felt flames begin to lick at his backside, and he quickly tore off the cape-like part of his cloak. He turned his head back to look at the soldiers, cursing softly. They were gaining on him, and fast.
He sped up his footsteps even more, thrusting his hands backwards and jumping up slightly. He propelled himself through the trees using the air currents, soon hearing the sound of rushing water. This caused a faint smile to grace his usually stoic expression. Soon enough he stumbled upon a clearing, a river running almost furiously over a cliff into a waterfall.
The blonde went to the edge of the cliff, standing at the edge of it and waiting for the small group of soldiers to catch up with him. With a quick breath in of air he sealed the tube that held the battle plans.
Barely even a moment later the group of soldiers burst into the clearing, headed by a male with seemingly gravity defying hair. His ice blue eyes blazed with both bloodlust and excitement, and he quickly shouted out. "Strike!"
With that one command shards of rocks began to tear through the earth, flying at the blonde male at the edge of the cliff. He swiftly blocked them, using bursts of air to destroy the shards. He turned towards the group, smirking softly at them before waving almost teasingly. His violet eyes met ice blue ones before he took in a deep breath, backflipping off of the cliff.
The small group of soldiers rushed forwards, sending volleys of fireballs and rock shards over the edge of the cliff.
But none of them hit, for the male had disappeared into the mist and foam at the bottom of the falls.