Chapter 25.
Barely fatigued, Thu’Ra thought irrationally about how he could possibly be away from these lands without being forced to defeat the entirety of his enemy’s army at the cost of thousands of his men. His mind burned with anxiety at sight of the volcanic explosion spewing fire into the sky, falling upon his helpless warriors who screamed horrifically in pain and fear.
The ranks of his men crushed one another fleeing from the searing inferno. “We must leave this place, chosen! Their god punishes us for stepping upon his lands!” There was no other explanation, he had not seen that his enemy’s warriors had also suffered the same fate as those Atlanteans immediately killed by the gargantuan pulsating lava spout.
From his peripheral vision the chosen suddenly noticed a galloping steed. He looked north east to see a giant golden horse rushing through both his ranks and those of his enemy without direction. What drew his attention to the sight however was the male mounted upon the animal’s back. The belt, perhaps the first was a decoy. This male must surely have been their leader.
The chosen’s army was stricken in dismay, and though the troops they had segregated were dwindling, they did not stop fighting. Finish this, Thu’Ra, for Atl’As. The giant burst to life, he barged his way through the Atlantean ranks, charging with ferocity to intercept the great beast that galloped his way. He watched the frightened mare turn into a clearing between the thousands of colliding men and Thu’Ra made a dash to meet her.
Out from the wall of troops he sprang, nearly slipping upon the reddened icy mud and bodies. He swung the mallet of his kings with deadly precision pummelling it against the giant horse’s skull. Her muscular body immediately writhed upon contact, she snorted, collapsing upon the snow laden earth. With a ghastly stunted neigh her life force was terminated.
The chosen’s target was hurled helplessly from the mount’s saddle as she crashed lifelessly into the floor. Thu’Ra pounced upon his prey, he rained his hammer down with a furious roar smashing into the small male’s shield. His blow was deflected and his dark eyed adversary rolled swiftly, bounding up to his feet.
With untested confidence the giant leapt forth with another colossal swing, each collision with his target’s aegis shattering into the sky about them. Another, and another, he would not stop until he had his revenge, until this man had paid for the misdeeds he had committed against Atlantis. With each titanic strike the male was knocked feet back, Thu’Ra grunted to himself, this man was protected by no god.
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