10-07-2018, 08:08 PM
Anbessa chuckled. "Thank you, Little One." Sisters. Ibrihim and Rohama would be following, though staggered out in space and time. They had one simple strategy. Eliminate any weapons and capture all the men and boys. Sessie would send the notification to the Sudanese and Eritrean forces when they were done. It was the best they could do under the circumstances.
Ibrihim's voice came over the comms, sarcasm only light. "If you have any problems, Idris, I'll take care of them." He smiled, shaking his head. Poor man, always showing off. He had a crush on Sesuna but had no clue what to do about it. And she, for her part, just saw him as a little brother, despite his age. It didn't help that he poked at her and teased like a little boy trying to get a girl's attention. He'd have to speak to Sesuna. He didn't think she was encouraging it, of course. There was not an ounce of deception or maliciousness in her. Later though.
He dashed from the truck to a van, this time careful to note if there were any occupants. Clear. He crouched at the wheel well, though in truth, little use for a man of his size. At least the night provided some cover, though.
Off in front near the wall were a couple of drum barrels, their flames casting sparks into the night sky. He could hear talking and from somewhere music played. His power enhanced vision showed fourteen men, though their size indicated most were definitely boys. Little guess where the men were. He frowned disgustedly.
He took a breath, calming himself, let the wind and sand and sky wash over him, the land seeping into him. All emotion disappeared as he stilled completely. His whisper was dead over the comms. "Taking out the first group now." Ibrihim would hit to the east of him and Rohama the north.
Another breath and a prayer. Give me strength.
Anbessa exploded into motion, legs pumping as fast as they would go. Even so, threads of fire and air shot out faster than thought, flicking from machine gun to machete to knife, melting them to puddles. Screams of pain and shock took all of their attention and no one noticed him until he swept in, slamming in the largest of the men, lifting him up into the air and throwing the him violently into the wall. Without even waiting for the impact he swung about as five others came at him. Hands and feet struck and lifted and threw, but it was threads of the power that put them down in a matter of seconds, tied off bonds of air. Alarms sounded, as others turned to flee while still more attacked. He was a whirlwind of violence.
He heard sounds of war from the other parts of the camp, screams and weapons fire. He stifled the worry in his gut. His land warriors showed the time. Five minutes had passed. Ibrihim was attacking. He had a few moments as the camp exploded into chaos. Quickly he pulled out the bundle of carbon zip ties and took care of those he'd took down, then removed their bonds of air. It took only two minutes and then the northern part of the camp errupted. Rohama.
Good. They were drawing the attention. Zerezghi would be sending mostly boys to take the first brunt, while he and his men prepared. The pit inside the soft outer flesh of fruit. His.
Ibrihim's voice came over the comms, sarcasm only light. "If you have any problems, Idris, I'll take care of them." He smiled, shaking his head. Poor man, always showing off. He had a crush on Sesuna but had no clue what to do about it. And she, for her part, just saw him as a little brother, despite his age. It didn't help that he poked at her and teased like a little boy trying to get a girl's attention. He'd have to speak to Sesuna. He didn't think she was encouraging it, of course. There was not an ounce of deception or maliciousness in her. Later though.
He dashed from the truck to a van, this time careful to note if there were any occupants. Clear. He crouched at the wheel well, though in truth, little use for a man of his size. At least the night provided some cover, though.
Off in front near the wall were a couple of drum barrels, their flames casting sparks into the night sky. He could hear talking and from somewhere music played. His power enhanced vision showed fourteen men, though their size indicated most were definitely boys. Little guess where the men were. He frowned disgustedly.
He took a breath, calming himself, let the wind and sand and sky wash over him, the land seeping into him. All emotion disappeared as he stilled completely. His whisper was dead over the comms. "Taking out the first group now." Ibrihim would hit to the east of him and Rohama the north.
Another breath and a prayer. Give me strength.
Anbessa exploded into motion, legs pumping as fast as they would go. Even so, threads of fire and air shot out faster than thought, flicking from machine gun to machete to knife, melting them to puddles. Screams of pain and shock took all of their attention and no one noticed him until he swept in, slamming in the largest of the men, lifting him up into the air and throwing the him violently into the wall. Without even waiting for the impact he swung about as five others came at him. Hands and feet struck and lifted and threw, but it was threads of the power that put them down in a matter of seconds, tied off bonds of air. Alarms sounded, as others turned to flee while still more attacked. He was a whirlwind of violence.
He heard sounds of war from the other parts of the camp, screams and weapons fire. He stifled the worry in his gut. His land warriors showed the time. Five minutes had passed. Ibrihim was attacking. He had a few moments as the camp exploded into chaos. Quickly he pulled out the bundle of carbon zip ties and took care of those he'd took down, then removed their bonds of air. It took only two minutes and then the northern part of the camp errupted. Rohama.
Good. They were drawing the attention. Zerezghi would be sending mostly boys to take the first brunt, while he and his men prepared. The pit inside the soft outer flesh of fruit. His.