Chapter 10

A heather quickly barged through the door, staring at the computers stationed row to row.

He was Captain Just, the commander of tracks. Also known for being very formidable.

He had short dirty blonde hair, with a big jacket with six fasteners buttoned.

He had a scar, stretching lazily from his ear to the side of his neck.

"How's the battle?"

One of them, a girl with red hair, responded, "The battle has a lot of bloodshed."

Aggressively, he pronounced, "Of course there would be bloodshed."

He proceeded his way towards the board, staring at two little purple spots.

"How's our targets?"

"They are currently with Asiris, which they seemed to be escaping."

"Of course my brother just wants to keep the troops fighting for no reason."

"Well, he may be using them as a distraction, which I find quite strategic."

Commander Just grumbled silently, taking a moment of silence.

"Make sure he leaves with those boys, then call this ambush off."

"Yes, sir."

Micah found himself in a place with two storage boxes, creating a resourceful use of hiding. Asiris stopped here, pinpointing the location as a checkpoint.

"Okay, after this—we'll make our way out the door okay?"

The boys nodded excitedly, still prepping their voices for help.

Asiris picked up his sword once again, setting himself to a crouch.

"Now, I'll check out the place—don't move."

They nodded again but this time, they were more worried than before.

Superficially, he ran away from their sight, leaping over the box.

Debilitatingly, Micah plumped onto the floor, breathing heavily.

"Did you ever expect this to happen?" he asked breathlessly.

"Well, no," Peter responded, sitting down slowly.

"Me neither," Micah returned, giving one final sigh before he leaned back on the box. "Do you still want to go back to the orphanage?" Peter, thinking hard but having a hard time finding a clue, responded.

"I don't know, I guess it depends."

Micah nodded, looking out towards the place Asiris left.

"Hopefully, we still get to go to an orphanage."

"But, didn't you hear him?"

"Who—Asiris?"

"No, of course not."

"Then who?"

"Those kidnappers, talking about how much these Ikes would pay for it."

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying—we may be hunted wherever we are," Peter revealed.

Surprisingly, Micah took no surprise to it. "Of course we are now. We should've kept low."

"Well, I mean it wasn't your—"

"Yes, it was. If I was a king's child, what makes you think they aren't going to try and steal me back."

"Well, I mean, you never know."

A silence was present between them, even through the clashes of the swords.

It still seemed so quiet, figuratively.

But, soon enough—their eyes were shot to a swordsman with glaring eyes.

"Well, look at you guys trying to escape."

Suddenly, he fiercely grabbed Micah in the collar, pulling it tightly towards him.

"You're coming with me, rat," he rasped, shooting out an insufferable stink of breath.

Peter started shaking in fear, watching Micah's neck tightly being crushed.

Then, a certain different feeling came up inside of him. Like boiling water, or a bolt of sudden anger.

Rage.

"You let him go!" he shouted, releasing the practice he's been doing.

Jokingly, the soldier released Micah's neck slightly.

"Who do you think you are, child? You may be a prince, but you're still a gullible kid."

Peter was starting to quickly lose the belt of bravery, suddenly hearing a leap from behind him.

Asiris.

"You let go of that boy right now, Ike."

"Ike?"

The soldier—ike—quickly let him go, resting his hands quickly on the scabbard.0

"Well, you heathers are very watchful of each other, nice."

"You are not touching this boy."

"Well, I soon will be once I'm done with you."

He brought his sword, which shined towards Peter, almost blinding him.

Ike vs Heather.

Staring at each other, with drawn swords facing at each throat.

Then—*Clang*

*Clash* The swords pounded each other relentlessly, clashing and banging against each other.

Suddenly, Asiris saw the ike's sword quiver towards his stomach at a fast pace.

Whoop*

He leaped and vaulted over, rolling to a stance on his knees, undeviatingly pointing the nib towards his chest.

"Heather fighters, always jumping like frogs."

Calmly, Asiris hoisted his sword, staring—preparing for the ike's fence.

He could smell the metal ringing from the sword, the stench that stuck through his nose. Then suddenly, he prepared his arm to extend the sword in defense.

Clang-clang

*Clash* The swords forcefully skirmished between each other, both trying to keep their faces silent away from one another.

Quickly, the ike effectuated with a quick jab, grudgingly missing due to the rapid quickness of the heather.

Whoop-tak*

With a vroom of energy, Asiris kicked the ike towards the face, disheveling his leg's balance. The ike suddenly fell headlong towards the wall.

Thump*

Quickly after recovery, the ike looked up in rage. And with a hotfoot, he barreled in for the swing, alarming Asiris at an instant rate.

Clang*

Clash*

Ting*

Asiris scurried through his arm, ducking and dodging each encounter with the black sword.

Whoop*

Confoundedly, Asiris quickly swept under the wield, returning with an oscillate too.

Unfortunately, he missed due to the duck of the ike, who was now smirking confidently.

Then, he took steps back—then coming in with a big charge.

Asiris scooted back, looking at the momentum rising in the twirls.

Finally releasing the power that was invested in the twirls, Asiris swung his sword, barricading the finisher.

Peter could almost feel the shock wave in the clash, almost making him fall.

Suddenly, the ike found himself upturning over the boxes, landing on the floor.

Thud.

Asiris, now breathing hardly—quickly started towards the boys, who seemed frozen in suspense.

"Um—you can stop—um—freezing now."

Finally, the boys let out a soft breath, finally coming back to Earth.

"How—did you do that?"

Asiris scoffed.

"You'll be like that someday," he said, putting it back into the scabbard.

Ring*

"Who's calling?" Peter asked, as Asiris quickly picked up the phone. It was Commander Just, calling from the tech station.

Talking to the commander, Asiris started muttering things inside his breath. He quickly turned off his phone, looking at Peter and Micah.

"Okay, let's get out of here before things get worse okay."

He looked back to the battlefield shouting, "Fall back! Fall back!"

The soldiers immediately rushed out of the warehouse, confusing the Ikes.

"Did we win?" one of them asked joyfully.

"Looks like it," another said pridefully.

Asiris locked the door, leading to a bunch of vehicles. Micah was quite amazed due to all these vehicles, looking at them eagerly.

"Which one are we riding—"

"Follow me."

After a quick answer, surprised, Micah muttered. "Okay."