“But the longer the spell persists, the more trouble we’ll be in. There should be more than 50 moles now.”
“I can clear 50 with one attack. Storm Falcon!”
Sunny snapped his fingers and a ball of buzzing, blue-white lightning appeared, growing until it took the form of a smug falcon with its wings outstretched and chest puffed. Gliding in the air, it swerved and speared through several moles, triggering the spread of infectious cracks over their solid bodies.
As Sunny laid waste to the moles, the upper levels rumbled. Piqued with curiosity, Richard snuck a glance at the ceiling that sifted dust down with practiced control. With the next flight of stairs in sight, he picked Sunny up in his arms and kicked off from the ground and hurdled past to reach story 6. A second passed and the ceiling dropped onto where both of them had previously stood. Though they escaped, the Storm Falcon had lagged behind and was crushed helplessly into lingering specks of sparks.
“No way!” Sunny said. He eyed the queues of moles that proceeded to drop down from the hole in the ceiling. “They dug through three stories? So fast?”
“I told you the moles are powerful,” Richard replied. “Get ready.”
The moles pounced with claws out and a fight ensued.
Richard materialized a long samurai sword. Its hilt and scabbard were made of sapphire and they gave off a dignified mien. He slowly pulled the sword out and the blade revealed itself like a suspenseful ecdysiast. First, it showed off the glint of its polished edge with seductive allure, provoking the spirit of the audience to climb. And the next, it shed its glint and bared its skin shamelessly—unveiling itself as a clear and colorless blade, not unlike crystal. With its nakedness now out in the open, the surrounding green light flowed fluidly upon its skin, dancing and caressing its nude body.
Richard took a stance as the moles came rushing. The next instance flashed and he tore through them like some territorial beast. Concurrently, Sunny ducked and backed from the claws that came swiping and returned with swift punches and kicks. Snapping his fingers, a Storm Falcon gored the moles.
“Up!” Sunny commanded, and the Storm Falcon flew and coursed into the hole in the ceiling. Crumbles were heard and dust puffed out from the hole.
Richard used Severance Wave and a freezing energy travelled from the blade and hit the remaining moles, freezing them in place in a thick sleet of ice. Dropping to one knee, he stabbed his sword into the ground.
“Blizzard Samurai Style: Over Freeze,” Richard said.
Ice radiated from the blade and crawled across the ground, walls, and ceiling. It layered the glacial hold over the moles and even the hole in the ceiling was lidded with ice. No more moles were able to drop down. However, clanking of claws with ice was heard.
“How many are there?” Sunny asked. “The time spent clearing these moles was for naught.”
Richard laughed. “I told you. It’s quite a powerful spell since it indefinitely creates moles.”
Richard and Sunny ran their way down to story 4 and heard the frenzied shuffle of feet from the lower levels. Curious, Sunny used Rock Word and gasped from a sudden realization. He swiftly explained to the concerned Richard that masses of moles were coming up from the lower levels, and that Earth Shattering Mole was probably cast on story 1. The face of Richard steeled and flashed a terrible shade.
“He must’ve cast the spell after landing on story 1,” Sunny said. “How’re we going to reach basement 15 like this?”
“Where is he?” Richard asked.
Sunny kicked a hole through the wall. There on the cavern ground, a smug Borrit stood, albeit bloodied and bruised—and armless. Crowds of moles gathered around him. It had only been 10 minutes and he ruled the situation with numbers.
“Surprised?” Borrit asked. “I’ve been waiting.”
Throngs of moles raised their claws and shot out their nails.
“Be careful,” Sunny said. But Richard had already jumped out of the hole and drew a short sword with a spinning wind blade.
“Sylnal!” Richard shouted. And with one swing, the wind blade lengthened and thrashed like a sinuous leviathan, bellowing with its unruly temper. The incoming nails were deflected and Richard landed on the ground with a cushioned thump. “Come, I’ll be your opponent.”