Chapter 8. Two Types of Intrusion. Part 1
Less than an hour till Leo's allowed to leave. The 3 recently dueled Power Rangers were regaining their energy at the hospital. Kai had notified Commander Stanton that the guards can leave the Red Ranger's vicinity. A presumptuous decision, given the reality of constant duress from either Scorpius or the Unknown. The Blue Ranger rationally argued that the enemy does spend a substantial time in planning their attack; said timeframe being longer than an hour. With that explanation, the door into Leo's Recovery Room was left alone in some way. Damon & Kai sat on the opposite end of it, while Maya was taking a shower onboard the Astro Megaship.
For the brown haired female, the shower's primary purpose was a façade. She cared less for the cleansing of her noticeable sweat on the skin & more for what the falling water drops instilled in her emotional state. An uncontrollable lust for pleasure – that is the feeling the strong current of the liquid was producing within Maya's psyche. When one senses 'greatness' in their eyes, the mind and emotions accompanied with the will to act become a bullet that can penetrate a wall of led at ease. The off world issues went in to a sort of coma because of this; also, the mind stamped the reality that none of the eligible Rangers could do anything for at least a couple of hours against their adversaries.
Several minutes past the deadline.
"He'll soon be walking out the door." – Damon stated.
"Yeah,… he can leave now."
At exactly the moment Kai finished speaking, the Yellow Ranger appeared in their sights. Naturally, her clothes were different form the ones she used in battle against Elanza. What is the point of cleansing oneself if the clothes remain to be the ones that called upon such an action? Ludicrousness – that's what. Now Maya was wearing casual, summer clothing for a Human – T-shirt on the upper body, shorts on the lower body. The coloring was mostly of butter yellow hue; an ornamental detail – side verticals of shamrock green hexagons. The female walked over to their area.
"Gotten better?"
"Much better, Kai."
"I'm happy to tell you that he's still in there."
"Wonderful. You too can go find out more about Kendrix's health. I'll make sure Leo gets back to the Astro Megaship safely."
She expressed her ideas with such strong conviction and care that the male duo did not find a significant reason to argue for a different approach to this situation. The Green Ranger was the 1st to stand up from his seat.
"Sounds good to me, Maya."
"I second the motion."
Kai thrusts himself into a standing position.
"Just don't hesitate to call us if any enemy encounters you."
"Will do, Damon."
She showed them a wide smile; they fired back with a similar gesture. A couple of minutes later only a single Ranger was outside Leo's room.
On the flat planet. The inhabited place that Crius spoke off was now at his actual feet. At the first, up-close view, the place appeared to be quite small. The group were standing at a wide road in front of them, which was all covered in coin grey rubble. Definitely comfort was not a priority for the inhabitants. The buildings to both sides were at best two story ones; most – one floor. Their material appearing to be wood layered on top with clay. What about the beings residing in those structures? They were outside to great Crius & his men – lines of them were on both sides of the coin grey road. The male Demigod examined their faces.
"They appear to be quite tense, adverse to our arrival. Nothing new to articulate. A logical outlook from them."
No one appeared to be in a rush to do anything until a presumably male figure walked slowly over to Crius. Said person was happy to see that the inhabitants at least noticed, who was the leader of the newcomers. The significant and, most notably, largest height disparity amongst the duo might have something to do with it.
What did the being bring? A marmalade sand rectangle with an inscription in it. Euphrosyne's brother deducted the overarching theme of the rectangle first.
"This is how they communicate with each other."
After such a realization, he pondered his approach to acquiring information about the Scroll.
"Judging by what I've seen, these beings have absolutely no chance of thwarting my efforts. I could just get the information by sheer force."
A memory of the past presented itself.
"Then again… that is what led to the downfall of my parents. Only operating with one strategy is sad, delusional."
Not wanting to be inconsistent, hypocritical, the hickory brown eyed male slowly took the rectangle from the native. He showed little resistance. The mind was completely engaged in figuring out the meaning of the inscription. A couple of minutes had to pass before the message was received. Before inscribing a response on the marmalade orange sand, Crius rapidly oversaw the other natives body positions. Astoundingly, they all patiently waited for the encounter to run its course.
When the native got the rectangle back, he pointed with his limb forward down the coin silver rubble path.
"Professor, High Commander."
"Yes." – both retorted.
"Remain diligent. Our current choice of action – negotiation."
"Understood."
The group started to make their way through the inhabited area.
Back on Terra Venture. Still wearing the woven material around the front of his head, the in shape Leo was letting out hard, deep, low pitched sounds on a back loving mattress. At the same time, Maya was wiggling in an upward diagonal line on top of the male's erogenous zone. For lack of experience, allowing their instincts to guide them, the female had a supporting object for this 'process'. Leo's left leg was bent to its fullest; the limb became Maya's body's stabilizer.
"Yeah! Yeah!... Hell yeah!" – she let out.
There was immense feeling of satisfaction, bliss, sensation intermixed into the female's voice. The uncontrollable lust for pleasure was being demolished with every few seconds. The darkness in the room created a celestial atmosphere; pure happiness had come to fruition for both the male & the female. Even harmonious smacks of one of Maya's lower intimate places entered the 'process' near the end.
Several minutes later. Both of the Humans bodies were void of most of their energy; their intimate intercourse had drained it. At this moment in time, Leo's naked body was still on the mattress, while Maya's naked body had changed to a position where it was mostly pressuring Leo's stronger against the mattress. The only thing that was heard in the barely able to see room was heavy breathing constantly becoming far less of such and growing in frequency. That is – until the brown haired female said:
"What a feeling."
Not wanting to backdown or fall behind, Leo voiced:
"Intense… Wow! I can still feel my body aching."
"Same feeling, Leo."
Then Maya used her strength, miraculously still present, to crawl closer to Leo's face. While the male was back orientated to the ground, the female's body was oppositely in accordance with it. The Red Ranger patiently waited until the Yellow Ranger stopped moving.
"I love you, Leo."
Now their faces were a mere few centimeters apart; their bodies scraping together.
"I don't want to you to change who you are because of our… strong connection. The way you are right now is good enough for my life."
"I cherish our time together too, Maya. Our bond is one we should continue to grow."
Feeling a rush to kiss the male, she did not hesitate to do so.
"I'd like that, Leo. Actually,… I'd love it."
"Let's lay here for…"
A smile appeared on his face.
"…5 more minutes."
"In complete silence?" – she asked with passion pouring through.
"Extreme silence to be exact."
Both feeling as best as they have felt their entire life, they remained nestled together,… naked,… in the darkness of a confined area.
Different spot in the Medical Facility. Injury doesn't equal injury; any sane and honest being would not even dispute such a statement. It came as self-evident. In essence, the 'primitive' take does shed light on the preordained inequality of existence. For some dual substances to be treated the same, their entire parameter list must be identical. Back to the Rangers, Kendrix's Recovery Room was on a lower floor than Leo's; her physical return to normalcy took longer than Leo's. 2 obvious factors contributed to such a separation. First one centered around genetics. How one's body is built, with what parts of it pronounced, relative bone density – all of it points to said name. The reality was the Red Ranger's body was far more suited to pain tolerance than the Pink Ranger's. The 2nd aspect latched onto the matter of how deep the wounds went. Given the fact that the blonde female's collarbone was scratched maybe even 3 times, the damage had to the upper body's bone had to be examined. Her movements while healing were far more restricted than Leo's; she had resorted to hefty mind processing of past events. The Room in which said figure was present had similar wall coloring; indigo blue curtains just stifled the light coming in from the outside. On a cupboard to her right rested a jet black structure lamp, streaming daffodil yellowness to about a third of the confined area. The voidness, calm, but cold persistent streams into the emotional state had a subconscious affect.
"How could we have been caught off guard?"
She highlighted an inkling.
"It wasn't the person, who fought Kai & Maya. Not enough time."
A dismissal called forth a new hypothesis; sadly, scarier than the previous one.
"Then there must be a being in this enemies ranks who is incredibly fast."
Being in pain physically & then simultaneously adding fear to your emotional state is exactly the same as pouring gasoline on an already massive fire with the expectation of it not burning harder.
All of a sudden, a knock on the door is held.
"Kendrix."
The female's recognition of the voice was remarkably fast.
"Kai?"
"Yeah. It's me & Damon. Can we come in?"
"Sure, guys." – the Pink Ranger heartwarmingly answered.
With the arrival of the Ranger duo the voidness, dullness of the area went away. A spark of life had taken to the stage.
Several minutes later. Acknowledgement of a severe inkling finally broke Damon's unwillingness to voice it.
"The Enemy."
Both Kai & Kendrix could hear the shift in the tone from their colleague.
"The one who scorned you – did you manage to see, who or what he was?"
The healing Ranger had a balanced reaction to such a ponderance. On one hand, she was glad that he showed eagerness to know more about their foe. On the other hand, the disappointment of not knowing created similar vibrancy of displeasure.
"No. The movement of him…was out of this World."
Damon's eyes lowered a bit to Kendrix's sheet covered legs. That severe effect flourished in the World due to the wound he sustained at the Steel factory. After learning of what two of his colleagues got dealt with, the effect exploded to another dimension. Even though he was not the brightest one in the Recovery Room, he did comprehend the situation that they as a group found themselves in. A group of beings, not aligned with Scorpius, had accomplished the feat of putting them out of the battle. Not just one – three. Desperation was already knocking on the door for the Green Ranger. Luckily, this is where the Blue Ranger stepped in – the most unlikely of them all.
"Damon. Calm down. We can do this."
That required meeting with Commander Stanton influenced the reply from Damon.
"Yeah,… Maybe we can. However,…"
He first looked at Kai, than at Kendrix.
"…I don't know about you, but our approach on our daily activities must change from here on in."
"We've already been training more intensely the last few days."
"Well, my man, if a similar event is anything to look forward to, the frequency is far too low."
Kendrix could not force herself not to speak about the glaring tension rising between Kai & Damon.
"I understand your frustration, Damon. It appears that we are outgunned even with the Quasar sabers."
"Thank you again for returning it to me, Kendrix."
"Happy to do so."
A shot of pain she felt through her back.
"Our job at protecting Terra Venture or the Universe from Scorpius's tyranny might have become two-fronted."
"That much is true. It is clear to me that both Scorpius & the Unknown know how to find us."
A revelation came to the Green Ranger's mind.
"Well if that's true, maybe the way that the Unknown arrive here is different than Scorpius."
"Are you implying that they have a ship landed somewhere on Terra Venture?"
"Worth a shot, isn't it?"
"You're right. We should go scour the Station for anything to similar to an alien ship."
Feeling the tension's evaporation, the female decided to close their conversation & send the duo out on their mission.
"Then better not waste any time, guys. I'll still be here for at least 4 hours."
"She's right. With past events in mind, there is no telling when they'll strike again."
"Let's get a move on then."
Damon urged Kai to come with him by executing a half arc with his right hand; the Blue Ranger just smiled at the Pink Ranger, said a pleasant goodbye and rushed out of the Recovery Room.
Meanwhile. Psychologically, newness is a great contributor to one's sharpness; it is the quality that crushes stagnation. A person could be influenced to focus on the out of the ordinary substance. That was Crius's experience. For the 1st time in his entire life he had come into contact with lifeforms that can provide information to another species at relative ease. To the male Demigod, they were not basic animals, who had not instilled vigor in him for several years. The comfortable footwear that pressured the coin silver road leading throughout the inhabited area with every step, greatly aided him to access the surroundings.
"Seeing as they have barely moved since my groups arrival at the entrance, I'm almost certain their organization type is of an old tribe. Therefore,…"
He felt a rush of joy.
"…we must be going to the center to meet with the tribe's leaders."
To Rhea's brother's credit, the thought process was completely accurate. In a few minutes, the coin silver pathway widened to such a degree that one intelligible being could easily grasp what type of shape it had become. A circle. Within its core sat 3 same species beings on mats of an unknown material. Neither Crius, nor the High Commander needed to see them in order to understand the fact that they were watching them move.
"The talks might soon commence. Oh, I can wait. I'd appreciate if these natives take the rational approach on the subject matter at hand. Otherwise,…"
He showed an extremely small severity induced grin.
"…there will be destruction."
The stillness of the gas mixture around them was of surreal nature; the wind achieved illusive, but effective status. The group stood nowhere near the outer ring; rather, natives stood around the entire length of it. Some were a bit contentious at the way their journey had transpired. For the hickory brown eyed male, the adversity of the natives he felt streaming through his instincts was ordinary. The best possible outcome for him mattered more than the subconsciously transmitted emotional background. After a few minutes, the being that presented him the marmalade sand filled rectangle before had gone to the right side of the 3 mat occupiers; the middle of whom examined the most ruthless of the male's physical attributes before arranging the material in a specific manner. Crius brain blew past the idea that there will be another exchange of ideas. That it was. The male demigod deducted the arrangement to a question for their appearance here.
"Finally,… some intrigue."
Was he discreet with his inquiry based reason? To some degree – the middle tribe leader received a pictogram of a shinning scroll. Slowly the outer two leaders grabbed their spears to their sides & signalized something to the outer ring. They preceded to take a shroud step inside. Only several members of the group saw it; most importantly – Crius noted it. The masked tension within this are had gone to a new level.
The returning rectangle advised the Demigod to refrain from mentioning it again due to the 'sacredness of it'. Obviously, he did not relinquish his pursuit of the Scroll. So, instead of shifting the sand to a pictogram of an apology for asking such information, Crius asked what type of payment would the natives want for it.
It went as smoothly as one had thought. The outer two signaled another step of intrusion from the outer ringed beings; they responded. In addition, all 3 started to lift themselves on the ground with their spears. Unnaturally to some, the driving force of the arrivers did not flinch a little; merely took in the action that they were performing. As it would seem, as a last resort the native converser showed the arranged marmalade sand diagonally up to Crius's face by himself. It didn't take a minute for the Scroll seeker to understand the meaning of it. In short, 'leave or die'. Several seconds of silence engulfed all of the participants, hidden tension being at the boiling point before the male Demigod said:
"Have it your way."
In a split second, the 4 natives closest to Crius had been deadly crippled. When the news of this depraved malevolence had been consumed by the brigades surrounding them, a portrayal of a demented rush was what could be analyzed by the group.
"Destruction it is. High Commander!"
"Yes, sir."
"I want 50% of our napalm used on the demolition of this village! The more damage you create, the better."
"I understand. And the natives?"
"The ones that are foolish enough to stand against us can be killed!
A drastic change in tone.
"The others – leave them be. Let them try and survive on their own on this water vapor dominated planet."
"I'll be done."
"I sincerely hope for such an outcome, Commander."
A 180 degree spin that led to his line of sight incapsulating the Professor & High Commander; the former male being advised to return to the ship. The natives had closed the distance in half.
"What of the scroll?"
"Rest assured, Professor. I've located its place. We'll be reunited in no time."
"If you say so, Great One."
With that, Crius looked at a specific location and disappeared from the circle; not without exterminating 2 natives at complete ease.
Half an hour later. The parchment white skinned tall male was ¾ of the way done on his hill climbing; the growing, mind engulfing strive for achieving one's goal remained in a constant upward flow.
"Ah…"
A grin of delightedness.
"…The spot."
Less than 30 meters (~98 ft) away from him the hill's trajectory was sliced off – an even surfaced area had been constructed there. Said zone included a massive cave, both in terms of height and width, slate pebbles ending amazingly at the trajectory's tipping point. The third object present was the one that drew the Demigod to this place. It was a metal bowl, which entrapped a sangria red flame in itself. A pure, emotion stirring sight for most highly evolved beings.
Before eliminating the remaining distance, Euphrosyne's brother glanced backwards to the tribe's village. Immense, thick layers of grey smoke were rising from said place. This protruded the idea that the High Commander was conducting himself in the right manner.
"On first glance, it seems the Commander will succeed in his given task."
Head spun right back to face the cave and the remaining distance was cleared in less than a minute. As soon as Crius stepped onto the even surface, a red hooded figure came out of the shadows at the entrance of the cave.
"Who goes there?"
The words were said with a deep, disturbing, grim tone.
"A person, who knows the significance of the object nestled within this tunnel." – the hickory brown eyed male callously, seriously retorted.
"That object is not your… property."
The red hooded figure took a fighting stance several meters back from the Demigod; miraculously, he stood in a straight line to the unquestionable entrance of the cave. Such a unique event inclined to him that the ones, who were present around the Scroll of Genesis, guarded it more than a couple of decades. Obviously, that did not raise his concern levels at all.
"Turn back and leave this sacred place."
"I'm completely against that tactic."
Crius took a commanding step forward.
"You'd be wiser than most and shimmy away from my path."
Seconds later the red hooded figure responded:
"I can see that you are determined in your ways."
"Great observation." – Crius congratulated his foe.
Another step forward; the biological magnificence of the Demigods' engulfed the frontal view.
"Alas, this is far as you go."
The crafty leader of this voyage simply smiled and again, in a split second, erased an opponent.
"Alas, you possessed no means of stopping me."
The cave welcomed Crius's presence.
In less than 5 minutes. The basic cave orientation came to an end & the searchful being walked into a hall resembling area. The length spanned more than a 100 meters (~328 ft), the width was nowhere near so far stretching; the ceiling went up to 8 meters (~26 ft) with a line of 3 holes on it.
"Gas circulation."
The room was lit in that sangria red hue due to 4 metal bowls placed in the middle of the hall. Besides that, proper, chiseled stone pieces rested in between the flames as a square; it had two levels. The lower one being boring as one might ever imagine; yet, the upper one had flare. Not only did it grasp someone's sight extremely better than the lower one, it resembled a spiral twisted piece of paper. So, it came as to no surprise, why Crius rapidly deduced what type of paper it is.
"My hands are twitching here from the mere assumption that it is the Scroll."
His emotional state entered a faze, which synchronized itself ideally with the mind & the will. A swift examination of the room was conducted; nothing appeared to be hidden from view. Normally, that would be enough of assurance to proceed. Crius decided to enact a different approach, especially after piecing together the most rational outlook on this place.
"You can come out of the shadows."
A step forward.
"I know you're here."
Another one.
"And it will not matter at the end from where you confront me. Be certain of that if nothing else."
Before he moved his feet once again, a reply came back.
"An investigatory mind you possess, intruder."
The words were filled with cold-heartedness; one couldn't miss it. In a minute 4 new red hooded figures appeared severely close to the flame pots. Crius chose to let them stride into the visible landscape rather than confront them instantaneously (true, if we're to take the dismissal of one hooded figure as complete fact).
"Judging by the fact that you're here,…" – another one started.
"…it would be safe in assuming…" – a third continued.
"…that you've defeated our comrade at the entrance?" – the fourth finished.
"As certain as the Universe is a continuous manifestation."
Crius began to march closer to the chiseled stone conglomerate; his opponents maintained a calm stance and merely inspected the incoming male Demigod. As closer as he got, the realization of the intruder's physical magnitude posed at least some duress within their emotional states. That might be the reason they started to talk again.
"Tell us before you meet your cruel fate,…"
"…why did you choose to come here?"
"Is the myth that crucial to you?"
"The object on the upper stone elevation…"
Crius aimed his two leftmost right hand fingers at precisely the right spot.
"…is undoubtedly the Scroll of Genesis. Which obviously means,… it leads to the sole unexplainable substance of the Universe. You can try and dissuade me all you want. It will fail every time. I've come to acquire that Scroll."
By now, the male Demigod had passed the halfway point to the stone structure; meanwhile, the 4 red hooded were experiencing turbulence within their heads. The physical proficiency, intimidating body language, unmalleable conviction, time shrinkage towards need to confront – all of it influenced the neurons to transmit signals which cultivated in indecisiveness. Definitely not the best feeling to be engulfed with at a crucial moment.
"I'm not heartless to the extreme, beings. If you let me grab the Scroll & leave this place, you'll never see me again." – Crius proposed calmly, somewhat compassionately.
Each member of the quartet seriously considered taking the offer; their instincts were firm on their conclusion that engaging with the well-conditioned male will undoubtedly lead to death. The mere fact that there lone comrade had fallen created most of their future's painting.
Soon, the sangria red flames provided enough light for the hooded figures to see Crius's face quite precisely. Said being chose to halt his march at the tip of the carved stone structure, narrowed his eyes. More than likely, he was conducting the last observation on his opponents before their battle. The 4 'natives' did not waste time and took the opportunity to pull out their glaives, aim the sharp edges at the male Demigod, but keep some distance from him.
"Last chance, guards."
"We rate your ability to stifle murderous compulsion…" – one started.
"…yet we must decline your way of things." – another finished.
"After all, it is our duty to protect the Scroll from anyone who tries to take it." – a third added.
The air around them immensely thickened; everyone's heart began beating exponentially faster. The hickory brown eyed male's eyes went back to the piece of writing. It was part of his grand mission for a substantial period of time. He had as high standards as his brother, sister or cousins; smothering a deep, soul reaching, possibly lifetime consuming opportunity would demolish them.
Several seconds passed before Crius let out:
"You've had your chance."
The voice was cold, vile, disappointing. And with that.. the hooded figures launched at him with an 'X' pattern.
Several seconds later.
"Ah-h-h-h."
That was the last sound to come from one of the quartet; the last thing that he saw Crius walking at first slowly, but faster with every moment with the object, which he swore to protect, attached to a belt on his right upper hip.
Outside the cave. The water vapor, carbon dioxide in the atmosphere was brushing the slate pebbles when the interjection ace walked out from the cave to immerse himself in the same activity as the small rocks. The type of smoke coming from the settlement indicated to Crius the current stage of the operation.
"The issued napalm is almost used."
A callous smile appeared.
"I've secured the Scroll & will be back to witness the destruction. Oh,… how the stubborn or naïve never seem to disappoint with their fake strength."
A serene mindset set in.
"It must be a constant of the Universe."
His upcoming walk back to the tribe's living are was halted about a quarter of the way down the hill. Suddenly, Crius heard something sparkling in the near vicinity.
"Mmmmm."
Red lightning bolts moves to all sides and… a new force appears in several seconds. What was that force? About 50 Stingwingers accompanied by the constantly angry, 'happy to be constantly shouting' Furio.
"Bla-ha-ha-ha!"
Scorpius's General wasted no time in painting the landscape for Crius.
"Halt it right there, Human. You have something that my Master wants."
He pointed the edge of the sword at the male Demigod. The Stingwingers were standing to both of his sides; about 10 meters (~33 ft) of air bridged their feet. Not withering on his ethereal, blissful state, the smooth eyed traveler indulges in postponing the probable massacre which will unfold on the hill.
"Is that so? What may be your Master's name?"
"Hah! You want to know the supremely victorious one's name?"
He speared his sword to the ground.
"As you wish. His name is Scorpius."
"And you are?" – Crius inquired cold-heartedly, tauntingly, ambiguously unimpressed by the answer.
"Furio! The one who'll end you if you don't hand over that object you have on your right hip."
"What a grand prediction, General."
The taunting nature proceeded to further exist; a step forward is taken by the male Demigod.
"Let the… annihilation… begin."
That one word had so much lustful resentment behind it that it could melt a block of ice. It didn't take a minute for Furio to utter:
"Ge that, tall, disobeying, Human!"
The Stingwingers launched & another physical encounter for Euphrosyne's brother flourished in the World.
At a Sports Center on Terra Venture. The Yellow Ranger approached a standard size punching bag, which out of several in the facility was at the corner; dim daffodil yellow light was coming down almost directly onto her face. The female had changed her clothing once again (an outside effect development); this time it was neither orange or yellow – currant red had been selected. Category wise, both the butter yellow & currant red types of clothes were extremely similar. The lone stray being Bermuda shorts with a black leather belt going around the obvious upper ring. The first touch of the azure blue punching bag sent quivers down her spine. The uncontrollable lust for pleasure had come back to the forefront of her mind.
"So? How long have you been practicing here while I was hospitalized?"
Maya sensed a surge of an agonizing need to let the body's miraculously large energy be released. It all came from the friendly inquisition by Leo, who was two steps behind her. She red outfitted Human spun around 180 degrees to instill a directly opposed gaze.
"Well,…"
She showed a smile.
"…I did spend a couple of hours here."
"I would hope not in a row."
"No way. I could barely reach 30 minutes. After I had to take some time off."
The Red Ranger conjured an enticing smile.
"Seems it's been paying dividends."
"How so?" – she questioned with a similar tone.
Not that the female needed to. The aspect of her body that Leo was pointing at was undoubtedly her hands. They had become a fair amount more muscular than before. Who knows? It might be enough to handle a new threat, when it appears.
At a different location on the Space Station. Two Human males in their mid-twenties, dressed in dark grey armor, especially with a helmet, were walking through the industrial zone.
"Hey!" – one shouted.
"What?"
"The shadow coming from behind that building."
The second male oversaw the area; quickly, the specific object is found.
"Yeah. What of it?"
"It looks nothing like a normal structure should."
A rush of excitement overtook one of them.
"You mean it's the invaders' spaceship?!"
Rather than been given the opportunity to answer, from out of nowhere, a yellow hued spear smashed right through the area where the neck ends.
"I-i-i-i-h."
"Jordan!"
Sadly, the other armored Human faired no better. A living being came flying in on to his shoulders. Due to the massive quantity of momentum behind it, he fell down on his stomach & two feet critically damaged his body from the backside.
"Both are out of the way."
The figure got off the dead body and turned his head to the direction from which the spear came flying in.
"They were closing in." – the recently arrived Horacio noted.
"Far too close to be permitted to leave." – Denirium pointed out.
The latter looked at a quartet of gold intermixed with parts of cyan armored beings.
"Secure the ship. As soon as the system is fully operation, make way for the Palace."
"All of you will be returning with the other ship?"
"That's correct." – Horacio answered.
"Move."
The quarter quickly vanished from their vicinity; Denirium walked over to his colleague, who decided to get back his spear.
"To be honest, I never thought I'd have to use them for the way they were designed to."
"I understand the reality. The Royals would close the distance to you far too soon."
Euphrosyne's male loyalist showed a delightful grin.
"Well, then it's good that they don't possess anything close to that."
Their shoulders got into a continual line.
"Whether or not the two sent out a message of distress, we must be sure that the enemy is focused solely on us."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
In quick succession, Horacio changed his choice of weapon.
"Let's get some havoc going."
Denirium couldn't resist a smile; his emotional state was filled with amazement, delight. Both of these were rare commodities for the male.