Electus - Chapter 479

“Hahahahahahhahahaa!” Ada’s tone hollered across a nice wide visible patch of green fields. “More Horses!”

“Join me my friends.” Her tone shone in joy, as this blissful day imprinted what she favours.

“Where are these Horses coming from? I never saw so many before.” She asked herself, gazing upon a harass of 70 Horses coming from the west.

Some even being too small to even be considered a newborn, yet they are running with no lack of stability. So the young lady asked herself, “What kind of Horses are those?”

Out of a sudden, the Horses around her disappeared including the one she was riding. Considering the momentum, as her knees met the ground, she started tumbling forward for a few meters.

Raising her head up, sitting on place as she spotted her field of view reducing along with the grass diminishing.

Moving her shoulders backwards to fight away a sore feeling, she notices a figure generating out of nothingness.

That figure started shaping more of a Human body form. Seconds passed and Ada started recognizing characteristics she knows well.

Short but pointy black hair generated on top of the figure’s head, its height started reducing and stood 5 foot tall.

Unmistakable black leather clothing shone in it’s own way, naming fashion choices.

A black fur coat started covering the figure, by now it is clear that this figure is a young boy.

And at the end, Eric’s face started generating. This smiling face is unmistakable, the small jawline limiting the smile gave it all out.

“Eric? How did you get here?” Ada asked, standing up from the mud and rushing in for a hug.

Reaching him, getting a good grip around his shoulders, she mumbled. “When did you learn to teleport?! There is something weird going on.”

Noticing that he isn’t yet speaking, Ada gazed up to face him and spotted a sour look on his face. And so the young boy revealed his sorrow. “Ada, we are all going to die.”

A second later, the same boy she got a good grip off, shunned away and degenerated in a quarter of a second. His hair disappearing last and his face first.

“Hahahahahahahaha! You should have seen your face.” A feminine tone echoed behind the young lady Ada, by now she can recognize who it belongs to.

Turning around in a split of a second, she spotted Jaluuti carrying a pitch green colour from head to toe, light in shade and floating a food above the ground, 15 feet away.

With full audacity, this bastard of a spirit mocked. “Oh Eric, when did you learn to teleport! Oh Eric my short King.”

“You know I’ve just had about enough of you.” Ada cited, her left knee meeting the ground after.

Pushing her right foot forward with an intent to spring power, her left arm pulled back in complete syncing of the left foot and her right arm pushed forward, so that the elbow can be stretched out up front the furthest.

Choosing to be a good sport, an aim to give Jaluuti a heads up, Ada’s tone thundered. “You and me, fist to fist. No powers, no weapons, no spirit magic.”

Advised to not befriend enemies, Jaluuti feels a bit privileged to state what she can read in the young ill.u.s.tratio. “Your courage matches equal to a raging wild boar and your inner balance matches a god to channel your courage, but let me assure you child. You are in all ways, overwhelmed.”

“Yaba yaba yaba, I don’t care.” Ada mocked, her intent standing firm and her motivation vigilant, intolerable as a fuel of her fire. At the end demanding, “Hand to hand, fight me.”

“Alright.” The grin wiped off Jaluuti’s face as her feet met with the dirty ground. The mist like white surroundings vanished a moment later, Jaluuti’s skin shifted once more and actually showed Human flesh.

“You’re a Human?” Ada asked out loud, her focus varying away from battle a tad bit as she grasped a view of Jaluuti’s light skin.

“When I want to, well at least in front of everyone else’s eyes.” She described, as this sudden transformation changed her form completely.

Her hair rolled up, shortened with a fade and forced dark in colour as they formed much like a bush and are probably fluffy.

Ada can see much more than the lady’s neck or arm skin, she can see everything a front facing human can portray head to toe.

She is n.a.k.e.d basically! Her previously curvy h.i.p.s reducing in size and instead portraying well toned muscles.

Her chest reducing in size as well, fairly big and eye catching in the beginning but reducing to a handful each at the end, portraying a well toned feminine chest.

Her arms generating muscle mass a tad bit, pushing a quarter of fat away.

Her belly shifting from fairly normal, to a set of 8 pack abs. In every way, this transformation is showing a battle ready woman.

And finally, clothes generated over her skin. A robe surrounded her, red in colour and easy to move with.

“Are you ready, mortal?” Jaluuti’s tone shook, shivering the muddy ground beneath Ada’s feet as her tone took a second to shift towards a human one.

Confident of her abilities, confident of her body form as well due to countless days of training, Ada cited. “Yes, I will beat you down to hell.”

And so, Jaluuti announced with a tone thundering human origin. “Let us fight!”

The right leg Ada has been piling up power until now, sprinting with strength the young lady lunged herself towards Jaluuti.

Her elbow facing forward, her body flying horizontally like a tripping drunkard, the surface of her attack met with Jaluuti’s face who fact based, did not expect this from a child.

Tumbling the Lava Spirit down, blood broke from Jaluuti’s nose before they even met the semi-hard ground.

Agile to stand up, since Commander Alia taught her to not give the enemy a second to fight back, the young lady spoke out while taking a few steps back. “No one can resist the needle lunge!”

“Your fighting style is different.” Jaluuti complimented as she took a moment to stand up, asking after. “Who taught you? This isn’t an ill.u.s.tratian style.”

Taking into consideration how such a powerful being can use such information for victory, Ada grinned. “Doesn’t matter what it is, as long as I can kick your ass.”

…

“F.u.c.k off, f.u.c.k off and you f.u.c.k off too!” Rash yelled out, kicking away small tiny feet.

“Where are all these feet coming from!” He shouted, noticing that his holler startled the hundreds of hoping feet surrounding him.

“Stop following me you bastards!” He shouted once more, running away towards where he saw less feet approaching.

Looking back, and realising that he is escaping the little bastards, he became swift to celebrate. “Hahahaha! Can’t be that fast now can you?”

Facing forward, in a break of a second his nose met with a hard surface and sow he became obliged to shout. “F.u.c.k!”

Thankfully not forced to fall, shaking off his tad blurry vision, he whispered. “You again?”

What he bumped into, is that same large foot he met with at the very beginning. Encrusted in gold like branches and appearing human in origin.

Aloud, some kind of tone arose from the foot, forming a sentence and manly by tone! “Why have you disturbed my children?”

Trying not to enrage what can be a powerful enemy, Rash cited. “Your children are nuts and all in my personal space, I doubt that I disturbed them just by walking on these fields.”

Actually cooperative, the large foot answered. “You have a point there. But what are you doing in my paradise?”

Scratching the back of his head, Rash recalled. “I don’t know. One moment I was battling something invisible and now I woke up here.”

“Oh right.” The foot stood its own self corrected and shed more light to this nonsense. “Jaluuti probably got you, I told her to stop sending enslaved minds in my realm. She didn’t do it for 400 years though.”

“Enslaved minds?” Rash asked, his tone sinking with concern tagging along.

Well conversant, the large lava encrusted foot explained. “Well, your mind is about to be enslaved. She sends enemies she can’t beat here and now you gotta beat me.”

Confused in many aspects, Rash decided to express the biggest one. “Brother how can I defeat you? You’re a foot.”

Giving out its final word, the foot sounded. “I can’t tell you how to do that, I the Fadil haven’t lost a battle ever since I created this realm.”

And such, without warning, the ground beneath Rash’s feet started rumbling!

The dirt itself beginning to raise up by a meter in various places and falling down after.

Tossing around like a wave, with no direction transparent but this is still odd even for an Earthquake.

Two long dirt shaped arms, stretching 15 meters in length emerged out of the mud similar to a slithering Titanoboa.

Making their way left and right towards the 10 meter tall foot, shifting to a light toned human skin before reaching the big foot.

Maneuvering to connect with its lord, the 15 meter long arms patched with the big foot right where the ankle is, one on the left and the other on the right.

Once connecting, the arms started transforming to a colour relevant to their lord. The fists fully encrusted in gold and the same colour enslaving the veins, branching up.

Battle ready, Fadil the foot declared. “Sir… whatever you are, I will kill you now. Sorry.”