This was it. The day that all would happen.
Oh how thrilling that sounded to Evie, though the hardest part was the waiting!
Ma'at had separated the Med-jai to one and a half million per side. Why she chose to leave the center vulnerable, that was her choice.
The army was now walking across the desert sand to a point they didn't know. Ma'at suddenly raised her hand and everyone stopped without a sound. They were standing on the edge of a slight dip in the sand. It was only about a foot drop, but the area the drop surrounded was huge.
There over opposite side, just barely seen, was Seth and his army.
Seth was in the front with Nepthys, and expected, the army of Anubis to the left and right of the gods in seemingly the exact numbers. The lieutenants were hidden behind the gods, but when the group stopped, they moved to the side, revealing-
"Imhotep and" Rick said.
"Ancksunamun" Evie finished.
"Evie?" Rick muttered, "What are our ages?"
Evie turned away from the spectacle and looked at her husband.
"Rick, you know that, why do I need to say it?"
"But still, how old are we?"
Evie groaned and glared at her husband.
"I'm thirty seven and you're thirty eight. Need I say more?"
Rick stared out at the opposing army and then at the Med-jai.
"We are sooo getting too old for this."
Ma'at raised her sword.
"Seth! I call upon you the order of war, so our empyrean battle may be finished once and for all!"
Seth raised his sword and answered the affirmative.
Ma'at gritted her teeth waved her hand toward the enemy, and They all ran, Seth's did the same.
"And so it begins." Evie muttered half to herself, running toward Ancksunamun.
*****
Evie met up with the concubine mid way and both stopped, while the rest began battle with the army. It seemed as if no one would die, except for the eight-foot jackals that disappeared into sand.
"Nefertiri. This is a surprise." She said, flicking her hair out of her face.
Evie narrowed her eyes and swung her sword upwards. Anck blocked it and swung downward.
"Anck, you don't realize," Evie started, letting the knife pass through her arm and her enemy stood shocked. "I'm immortal."
That was a bold faced lie if she ever knew one. But then again, it was true, though only 99%.
Anck froze and almost dropped her sword. She quickly got a hold of herself and swung again at her neck. This time, Evie deflected it and tripped Ancksunamun onto the sand.
"This is why you never have long loose hair. It always kills you someway or another." Evie said, as she picked up Anck head by her hair and swung her sword at Anck's neck.
*****
Rick's first moments of battle were seeing Med-jai and Anubis warriors locked in mortal combat. The second was of Imhotep's face.
Neither said a word as Rick went for the priest's leg, and the latter went for Rick sword arm. As Evie had experienced it, the sword just passed through the flesh and bone, just leaving a cut shirt. Imhotep was just as shocked as Rick was.
"How'd that happen?" he said, looking at his shirt.
Imhotep did a double take.
"You can understand me?" Rick asked. Imhotep nodded.
"That makes this so much easier." He said, swinging toward Rick's torso.
Rick looked down at his torso, then back at Imhotep, and grinned.
"Great, isn't it? He said, swinging his sword at his head.
Imhotep didn't have any time to respond.
Rick went off to find his wife, knocking off a few Anubis warriors in the trip. He found her chopping off heads next to Thoth and Nepthys.
"Hi honey!" he said, joining on the fun.
Evie glanced over at Rick and smiled.
"I take it you made quick work of Imhotep?"
"Mmhmm."
Suddenly, the ground rumbled and the wind picked up. A great, swirling wave of sand was headed toward Ma'at. Everyone stopped fighting and watched.
The storm grew closer to the goddess, looking like an ant next to the mammoth wall of sand.
"You think she'll need help?" Rick muttered.
No one answered, in awe of the sight.
The storm came closer than ever, now right in front of her. The wind whipped her dress and hair back, but she stood firm. Ma'at shot her winged arms out and everything stopped.
Even the sand.
The storm had ceased moving, and was now organized into a huge wall of sand, each grain equally separated. The goddess swirled her hands around and the sand moved so, sometimes shaped into a wall, or a pillar, then it stretched out over the desert, only a few inches high. And her arms dropped, rendering the storm harmless.
The fighting began again.
Through the next three hours, all of the jackals had been taken down, leaving the only battle with Seth.
"Seth!" Ma'at shouted, "Your army is no more. We must finish this, so to make it fair, we go head to head, no powers, no armies, no nothing. Just us and a sword.
Seth narrowed his eyes and nodded.
*****
Thoth and Nepthys watched in horror as the two greats squared off. Everyone could feel it in the air. This was the deciding moment. Seth had agreed to use no power this match. They would only have a sword and their wits. Each would use their strength in swordplay to derive the victor.
Ma'at and Seth stood in front of each other. The armies had disappeared or left. The remaining pair of leaders stood and watched. The O'Connell's didn't know what would happen, either outcome losing a child.
Seth began the battle, he shot forward, while Ma'at blocked, forcing his sword to the left. She tried to slide down the blade and slice his fingers, but he turned and flicked the edge up. She swung for his stomach, Seth blocked it vertically, trying to repeat the same move she had tried. He shot for her chest at close range, a most difficult move to block, but she once again swung to the side and succeeded in cutting his knee.
Their spouses were anxiously trying not to stop the whole thing and force them away from each other. They instinctively moved closer until they were only four feet away. Enough to not be injured but close enough to try and intercept.
Ma'at took the opposing end and lunged forward, Seth doing the same. The blades met and slid to the hilts, each touching the others knuckles. They let go and swung again, fast as lightning, parrying and blocking, each trying to out do each other.
Finally, Seth had tripped Ma'at and began to stab for the kill. Ma'at grabbed her sword and pointed the end upward, intending to stab him before he got to her. She tripped Seth, making him fall.
Nepthys and Thoth both cried out and fell forward to stop them. They succeeded.
Ma'at looked up. She was not dead, but neither was Seth. A body was pierced on her sword.
It was her own husband.
Oh how thrilling that sounded to Evie, though the hardest part was the waiting!
Ma'at had separated the Med-jai to one and a half million per side. Why she chose to leave the center vulnerable, that was her choice.
The army was now walking across the desert sand to a point they didn't know. Ma'at suddenly raised her hand and everyone stopped without a sound. They were standing on the edge of a slight dip in the sand. It was only about a foot drop, but the area the drop surrounded was huge.
There over opposite side, just barely seen, was Seth and his army.
Seth was in the front with Nepthys, and expected, the army of Anubis to the left and right of the gods in seemingly the exact numbers. The lieutenants were hidden behind the gods, but when the group stopped, they moved to the side, revealing-
"Imhotep and" Rick said.
"Ancksunamun" Evie finished.
"Evie?" Rick muttered, "What are our ages?"
Evie turned away from the spectacle and looked at her husband.
"Rick, you know that, why do I need to say it?"
"But still, how old are we?"
Evie groaned and glared at her husband.
"I'm thirty seven and you're thirty eight. Need I say more?"
Rick stared out at the opposing army and then at the Med-jai.
"We are sooo getting too old for this."
Ma'at raised her sword.
"Seth! I call upon you the order of war, so our empyrean battle may be finished once and for all!"
Seth raised his sword and answered the affirmative.
Ma'at gritted her teeth waved her hand toward the enemy, and They all ran, Seth's did the same.
"And so it begins." Evie muttered half to herself, running toward Ancksunamun.
*****
Evie met up with the concubine mid way and both stopped, while the rest began battle with the army. It seemed as if no one would die, except for the eight-foot jackals that disappeared into sand.
"Nefertiri. This is a surprise." She said, flicking her hair out of her face.
Evie narrowed her eyes and swung her sword upwards. Anck blocked it and swung downward.
"Anck, you don't realize," Evie started, letting the knife pass through her arm and her enemy stood shocked. "I'm immortal."
That was a bold faced lie if she ever knew one. But then again, it was true, though only 99%.
Anck froze and almost dropped her sword. She quickly got a hold of herself and swung again at her neck. This time, Evie deflected it and tripped Ancksunamun onto the sand.
"This is why you never have long loose hair. It always kills you someway or another." Evie said, as she picked up Anck head by her hair and swung her sword at Anck's neck.
*****
Rick's first moments of battle were seeing Med-jai and Anubis warriors locked in mortal combat. The second was of Imhotep's face.
Neither said a word as Rick went for the priest's leg, and the latter went for Rick sword arm. As Evie had experienced it, the sword just passed through the flesh and bone, just leaving a cut shirt. Imhotep was just as shocked as Rick was.
"How'd that happen?" he said, looking at his shirt.
Imhotep did a double take.
"You can understand me?" Rick asked. Imhotep nodded.
"That makes this so much easier." He said, swinging toward Rick's torso.
Rick looked down at his torso, then back at Imhotep, and grinned.
"Great, isn't it? He said, swinging his sword at his head.
Imhotep didn't have any time to respond.
Rick went off to find his wife, knocking off a few Anubis warriors in the trip. He found her chopping off heads next to Thoth and Nepthys.
"Hi honey!" he said, joining on the fun.
Evie glanced over at Rick and smiled.
"I take it you made quick work of Imhotep?"
"Mmhmm."
Suddenly, the ground rumbled and the wind picked up. A great, swirling wave of sand was headed toward Ma'at. Everyone stopped fighting and watched.
The storm grew closer to the goddess, looking like an ant next to the mammoth wall of sand.
"You think she'll need help?" Rick muttered.
No one answered, in awe of the sight.
The storm came closer than ever, now right in front of her. The wind whipped her dress and hair back, but she stood firm. Ma'at shot her winged arms out and everything stopped.
Even the sand.
The storm had ceased moving, and was now organized into a huge wall of sand, each grain equally separated. The goddess swirled her hands around and the sand moved so, sometimes shaped into a wall, or a pillar, then it stretched out over the desert, only a few inches high. And her arms dropped, rendering the storm harmless.
The fighting began again.
Through the next three hours, all of the jackals had been taken down, leaving the only battle with Seth.
"Seth!" Ma'at shouted, "Your army is no more. We must finish this, so to make it fair, we go head to head, no powers, no armies, no nothing. Just us and a sword.
Seth narrowed his eyes and nodded.
*****
Thoth and Nepthys watched in horror as the two greats squared off. Everyone could feel it in the air. This was the deciding moment. Seth had agreed to use no power this match. They would only have a sword and their wits. Each would use their strength in swordplay to derive the victor.
Ma'at and Seth stood in front of each other. The armies had disappeared or left. The remaining pair of leaders stood and watched. The O'Connell's didn't know what would happen, either outcome losing a child.
Seth began the battle, he shot forward, while Ma'at blocked, forcing his sword to the left. She tried to slide down the blade and slice his fingers, but he turned and flicked the edge up. She swung for his stomach, Seth blocked it vertically, trying to repeat the same move she had tried. He shot for her chest at close range, a most difficult move to block, but she once again swung to the side and succeeded in cutting his knee.
Their spouses were anxiously trying not to stop the whole thing and force them away from each other. They instinctively moved closer until they were only four feet away. Enough to not be injured but close enough to try and intercept.
Ma'at took the opposing end and lunged forward, Seth doing the same. The blades met and slid to the hilts, each touching the others knuckles. They let go and swung again, fast as lightning, parrying and blocking, each trying to out do each other.
Finally, Seth had tripped Ma'at and began to stab for the kill. Ma'at grabbed her sword and pointed the end upward, intending to stab him before he got to her. She tripped Seth, making him fall.
Nepthys and Thoth both cried out and fell forward to stop them. They succeeded.
Ma'at looked up. She was not dead, but neither was Seth. A body was pierced on her sword.
It was her own husband.