Chapter 157 - Savior From Behind

'Sunday...' Bane called out. 'You are useless. A piece of nonentity. The whole world would have been better if you never lived.' The Wolf lashed out, the words flashing a memory before his eyes again

...

Cold ghostly air filled the about of Sunday, making it impossible to breath. He struggled forward, out of fear and amazement and tumbled down the ground.

Lying there, heavy and panting, Sunday tried to maintain a grasp on his sanity. In front of him was a 9ft Rare Type Beast staring at him with bored eyes.

"So, I'm going to be stuck with this bag of essence for all of time." It snorted rather proudly, waves of energy cascading down it's entire length.

At that, Sunday's body stiffened, his veins constricting as if about to implode.

'So Useless. I can't believe I am indebted to someone of such substance.'

Hearing that, Sunday jerked forward, a horrible expression on his face.

"You dare?!..." He coughed only for him to fall down back again as energy waves cascaded down the wolf.

'Pathetic!'

'Useless'

'Worthless' The wolf snickered, each time Sunday tried to rise up from the ground only to crash down again as energy waves cascaded down the Wolf's length.

At this point, veins had crisscrossed the entire length of his body revealing the extreme efforts he was put up to reject the depressing force of the wolf

And each time he tried...

He failed.

Woefully.

Each and every time he tried ..

And true to what the wolf said...

He... He was pathetic...

It's was why he was unable to hold his own...

It was why Elder refused to save him...

Because he was worth nothing. Sunday clenched his rather trembling fingers in a bid to draw strength. Deep down inside of him, he knew that was true.

But

He couldn't really just accept resignation. After all, he... He had wanted to be recognized and be seen for just anything but a child. And he did...

...

Different emotions surged through the mind of the Irunmole as his limbs trembled before the numerous imps waiting to devour him. The most prominent of the emotions was rage and his face contorted in sync with that. 

So what if he had been so much of a nonentity? 

What mattered now was that he was none of that. he had made it to Eartha nd completed the first pat of his mission. 

"Damnit" Sunday growled out, clenching his fists to his side as he bared out his teeth. His blower body dropped down almost immediately, his stance aggressive with the two legs parted aside. "you all think i am useless but i would prove you wrong! You bastarrrrrrrrrddddddddddddsssss" He cursed out. 

The air contorted just about then as the Imps now saw their chance. All of them got up from their haunches just about then with the intention on putting a final end to the Irunmole before them. It was just about time to put a final stop to this. Their tails swung in the air as they displayed their wickedly glinting claws as they closed in. 

They leapt into the air and a shrill scream erupted from their mouths. Sunday did not waste time also for that moment was the deciding moment of everything. If he failed to at least make an impact here, even though it looked rather suicidal, then it was true. 

Bane and the others who kept on treating him like shit were right. He bared his dentition for the umpteenth time as he spaced out his legs. His arms jerked backwards and in a flash, the right arm swung into the air, in readiness to swipe out a wide arc before him. 

The Imps surrounded him on all their sides, their barbed tails now being directed to come up front before them as they descended down on the lone Irunmole. A glint of excitement spread out on their faces, some even croaking. 

And then, just about then, the first wave of the Imps closed in and Sunday's arm arched in smoothly in the air, the weight of his body propelled forward by the artful springing of his right leg. 

It was now or never. 

"Ack!" Sunday gasped, his eyes widening just as his hands hit nothing. 

Before him, the Imps had suddenly been blasted forward. 

"What? " Sunday queried no one as a blur ran past him and slammed into the next wave of Imps who were still jumping down. He cowered just then as he sensed the homing impact of an attack from behind him, putting his hands out there to shield his head, his trembling legs giving way just about that instant.

He dropped to his knees, breathing heavily as some loose feathers of grey fluttered about him. He bent over, gaping in shock and amazement at the turn of events. 

From what was going on, the Imps were now losing interest in him. No, not that, what it was, was that their entire attention had been diverted from him. 

Screams of hurt Imps and screeches of aggrieved and angered Imps rocked the air, the majority of them coming from behind him. On his knees, he dared himself to push back, turning his head to look at what was obtainable.

And when he did, his eyes even bulged the more. 

What was the feathered being doing? And why was he helping out? 

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He pushed past into the street, looking up. and just then, several squeals burst out into the air, forcing him to cover his ears with both hands. Just about then, something nudged at his left foot and he instinctively raised it up, only to see an imp, a traditional looking Imp scramble past him on its fours.

That was not all.

a couple more scrambled forward, almost as if they had decided to suddenly converge at one point.

He looked forward and then gasped, for what he saw was practically a potential murder sight.

An Irunmole about to be clubbed to death.

He argued with his conscience, he was not supposed to be here. this was not his fight. He was only out here because he wanted to be a light for his people, a beacon from which they could draw inspiration from. 

He was supposed to be running over the rooftops, trying to gai better mastery of his wings and sharpen his reflexes. Not this. 

He should just turn around and present a blind side to all of this. 

However, just as he debated that, the defying scream of the Irunmole got to him. 

"He's not even giving up?" The Were hawk mentioned, as he watched the stance of the Irunmole as if he was putting out his last stance to fight. 

"I thought all Irunmoles can easily use Agbara, Why is he not using it? Or is he out already?" The Were Hawk asked again to himself just as the Irunmole thrust out his hands. 

Just about then, it clicked in his head. He had just about many reasons to get out of here and pretend like he never saw anything. After all, he had not been there when the Irunmole had pissed off the normally neutral Imps. So, what use was it for him to interfere in a matter he barely knew. 

They seemed rather similar. And to be honest, his conscience was going to prick him after this. He knew the effect of this. Hawk kins were supposed to be neutral. His engagement in this battle scene would offset that.

While he knew that that was inevitable but he had not expected to run into that soon. But then, could he really turn a blind eye to someone that as rather similar to him and in great distress? 

That was not how to become the light. 

To become, he would fight. 

And Fight.

"Fight!" The Were Hawk grunted just then as he watched the Imps close down on the form of the lone Irunmole.

The Were Hawk clenched his fist and then leaned his body forward. His face contorted as his perfect vision zoomed in slowed time on the actions before. 

He dashed, flaying out his wings to sift in air as propulsion for a boost. His body blurred forward, propelled by that tactic, pushing him right in the way before the Irunmole's fist could connect and then. 

GPOW! He stole the hit and launched out a couple more hits, sending all the airborne Imps crashing down to the ground. 

He drew his right fist back as he saw some Imps jumping into the air, the Irunmole cowering behind him. He launched another furry of punches and then swirled around, dashing out a punch to the back of the Irunmole even as the Irunmole ducked. 

In that swift maneuver, some loose feathers swirled out of his wings but it did not bother him. What bothered him was that all the Imps were facing him. He ran back, towards the entrance of the street, leading the Imps after him.