Chapter 447: Infants
Jules had intentionally relocated their battle away from their original position. Near the shores, the Ibong Adarna swooped and sang. Its hauntingly beautiful song echoed across the battlefield, reaching the ears of the wounded and weary. The rain seemed to glow where the bird passed, healing cuts, burns, and broken bones alike. Soldiers who had fallen rose again.
The Red Bake-kujira recovered in an equal struggle; its massive, crimson-tinged body floated unnaturally atop the lake. Hundreds—no, thousands—of fish had swarmed beneath it, their slick, scaly bodies creating a writhing platform that carried the young leviathan forward. The water boiled where they gathered.
"They say the tears of the sun god Ra created bees in the desert. Those bees were then captured and some of their honey cultivated for food. For our purposes, the bees were farmed to create a weapon. So when I say you have to speed away, you speed away."
"Got it."
Three spherical objects shaped like honeycombs, blackened and glowing. A bomb of divine origins, of the Sun God Ra and his tears. Booker brought out three matches and...
"Shit. This damn rain." He couldn’t do it. The matches wouldn’t light up. The matches were supposed to be placed inside and kickstart the damn thing.
"Hold on!"
The missiles! They were raring at them. Feenie, no longer diving, managed to dodge and roll out of the way. But they chassed. Suddenly, they were on the move, flying as fast as they could, trying to outflew it but not quite.
"Tch!" Booker had been grabbed and wrapped up by Feenie’s fiery tail. He blinked when he realized that, well, he didn’t need the matches. "I’ll drop them when we need to! You two get us above it! Go as fast as you need to!"
"Ìdáàbòbò!"
"Blazing Comet!"