Chapter 242: A crazy idea (1)
"We are nearly through. Hold your ground!"
Cella’s shout injected another surge of energy in her friends. The Hawks held the Disasters at bay at the gate.
They persisted. Cella knew everyone still engaged in battle hoped, no, they prayed their Commander would triumph. No one dared to take a peek at the battle in the sky.
"Yes. Keep tight, lads...and ladies," Bert chimed in from the other side. Cella saw him smile at her. She scowled but her heart fluttered. She didn’t know when her heart started to react to him in such a manner. It happened slowly. Or did it?
No, she used to hate him. Or did she? Did she bottle up her feelings? She didn’t know. But it didn’t matter. They had to survive this ordeal.
And then...then they would discuss...maybe. Or they might start to discuss, just like the night they returned from the central area. Somehow, they didn’t get many words in. It was hard to talk when both tongues clashed against each other—possible but difficult. And they were tired. So why waste breath on words? Especially if they were gasping for breath. Who knew experienced warriors like them would wear out after a ten-minute exercise?
Cella fought with all her might. Her mind replayed the moments of that night. Their first night. It didn’t distract her. Those visuals filled her brain for the past three days. It became part of her.
But she didn’t face Disasters in those three days. She failed to analyze their powers. The Vice Commanders stood at the vanguard, bearing the most of the brunt.
But one slipped past them. Cella stood in the second line of attack. It happened so fast that she failed to react. The smell of decay assaulted her nostrils even before her eyes moved. The talons of the creature crept up to her. Somehow, time seemed to have slowed.