Chapter 124 - A Painful Parting

The Beast bomb swirled and screamed, howling in the air as it s.u.c.k.e.d in atmospheric light and air, dust and earth towards it.

Moving at the supersonic speed with a blur an dthe hiss, it closed in on the demon in a blink.

However the demon was fast. it twisted his gaze away from Niniola who he was enjoying twisting to bits with his tentacles. In a swift motion, the tentacles holding Niniola up in the air blurred, immediately retracting back into the ground where it had come from.

It drilled through at unimaginable speed as sit popped up back at the side of the demon, curling up to interrupt the path of the Beat Bomb.

However, even at the speed it had done that, the beast bomb was faster. It secreaned through, incinerating the tentacles that had suddenly popped up before it, tearing through it like nothing was ever in it's path.

The demon yelped, staggering backwards diagonally, as he stared in horror at the incoming ball of black-red atomic compression if chaotic energy.

The beast bomb closed in now just as the demon clasped his hand ready to unleash a technique. Its humming died and in a split second, it rammed home, the entire mass of it slammed into the eye.

'Ho ho...' The demon gaped for a moment, swaying his hands in the air as he attempted to stabilize itself in the air, as against the buckling weight if the bomb. 

"W-what?" It's headless head grunted before it's gnarled lips widened in a smile. "Me not destroyed? Me is Hap..."

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM! 

shockwaves ripped through the air, blowing out everything within a meter range into the air. Just about then, Sunday roared and leapt into the air just as the heated wave evaporated all the remaining tentacles that still held Niniola in the air, all wound up.

He caught her in his hands, super hero style, air borne just as Bane roared out, heavy thuds resounding as the mass of the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf dashed for the demon.

Dust and fires and smoke enveloped the two as they clashed. The demon roared, Bane grunted and another shockwave exploded, this time overhead, chipping all the rocks from the summit to half of their length.

No one form visible as the smoke and dust created a smokescreen of some sorts, keeping them from being glanced out. Until, the charred body of the demon fell down with a heavy thud. Leaving Bane, the Victor standing over it with it's mane all ruffled up.

And then, Bane Howled.

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Meanwhile during their clash, Sunday dropped down to the ground under the impact of Gravity. Without Bane and the inflow of Agbara, his body trembled with exhaustion so much that he literally fell down into a heap with Niniola.

Or was about to before a shockwave exploded into the air, rocking him further for some moments.

Luckily, at the last moment, he balled himself over, using most of his body to coat her. His body stung, horribly, almost as if he had been injected with numerous paralyzing injections. His muscles spasmed and his head aches so much. For a moment, his vision blurred but only briefly just as he crashed down to the ground.

"Heh!" Sunday grimaced, pulling himself over. He had edged himself out that his knees slammed down the ground, grimacing to bear the ache of it as he let Niniola down to the ground.

He exhaled, the heat that Ninola's body was radiating was intense so much that drops of perspiration began to form at his temples. Looking over her and her tightly shut eyes, almost as if she was afraid of something, he frowned, pangs of guilt eating at his heart.

Her white gown was dirties, reddish-purple hue stains about it the form of it. Numerous gown tears outlined the gown also, some of the ripping large enough to reveal a sizable portion of flesh, especially at her c.h.e.s.t.

Red welts outlined her skin her and there and the glow that the bands of light on her body exuded was faint. Gleaming so faint as if it would go off the next moment.

He knew what that meant. The moment the glow died out, Niniola would be dead. 

"Niniola, everything is okay, you are safe now, Niniola..." He said, looking down on her face as he supported her head against his left arm. He sniffed, c.a.r.e.s.sing her checks with the free hand as he hoped that she was still much around.

Just then, the muscular strain at seemed to lessen and slowly as opened her eyes, looking at him drearily. Her parched, swollen lips quivered as they parted while she raised her right hand, weakly, to his face.

"M-my C-champion... I... No..." She frowned, her face contorting in rage. "I didn't do it because of that. No. No..." Ninola growled, baring her teeth as the hand with which she reached to Sunday slammed into the ground beside her.

"Leave me a-alone. N-no... N-no..." She chanted out again, her eyes containing madness so much that Sunday jerked back, startled at the sudden change.

"Niniola... Hey, it's okay!" He said in an attempt to calm her down.

"Nooooooooo... It's not!" She let out an ear piercing scream towards Sunday's face. "N-no... Everyone thinks I.. I'm desperate..." She whimper, tears forming along the edges of her eyes.

"No, come on. I wanted to get those clothes. Did you get them, maama?" She whimpered once more.

'Apparently, she had her mind fired by the Whispering Death technique, Sunday.' Bane's voice echoed out in his mind as his ruffled furs loomed over Sunday, looking down at him.

"What?" Sunday cried, tears running down his face, looking back at Bane. It hurt him so much that this was what was happening to her.

'Your mission, Sunday. We are out of time.' Bane said to him, mentally.

"I can't leave her here, mission be damned." Sunday growled out in frustration. Once again, he felt useless.

'Fine!' Bane sighed. 'I will take her home.'

"She has no home."

'I will take her to your friends then, the Ibiyemi girl, while you go forward on this mission.' 

"I don't understand. What about you? I would be going to Earth without you...." Sunday g.r.o.a.n.e.d, rising up and lifting Niniola with him.

'Well, yes. But I am bond to your soul and anytime, you can call me back. Just give me enough time to...'

"I get it." Sunday shook his head, half carrying and half dragging Niniola to turn around, facing Bane.

Bane lowered his frontal paws, bringing himself to bend low. Seeing this, Sunday moved forward and then strained his muscles as he put Niniola on the neck of Bane, adjusting her limbs go latch around his mane.

"Take her to them, please." Sunday sighed and then turned away, walking towards the bridge.

'You, keep your head on the mission and do not die on me, okay? I do not have many tricks left to save you, Sunday.' Bane said to him mentally with a flap of his wings, he took off into the air.