Chapter 159 - Suspicious Glances

The saying that goes like this - The body moved on its own. 

He had known of the saying and heard it plenty of times but then he had not really put thought to it. 

Now, his body moved, his mind did not even think or prompt his body muscles to retract and expand. It just happened.

And he did not seem to go against it.

It seemed just alright.

Grabbing the hands that was before him, his body muscles contracting as his legs tensed and straightened, helping him raise his mass from the ground. 

Naturally, he would have stopped to ask. To know who this was. His ego may have even gotten in the way. He was supposed to be strong, at least, that was what had been his motivation for as long as he could remember. Just so, he could defy all those who had considered him as a weakling. 

To be rescued by this being may have hurt that ego. For a brief, fleetingommet, he wanted to pull back his hand but then again, just hand was not in the control of his body. 

His body was just moving on its own.

,'Tch...' Bane's mockery voice resounded in his soul space.

'Gettimg saved again? Just how long do you intend to keep that up?' The Prickled Bane Winged Wolf taunted, a smirk to its face.

Sunday tensed at those words but his body refused his control as it kept on moving. He sighed and exhaled, distracting himself form the taunt of the Wolf on to the sight before him.

The Imps were still at it, battling and tearing at each other. A couple of them made some manuevres in the air and then with a swish in the air, their barbed tails swung out in blazing speed to stab through the c.h.e.s.t of the other Imp. The sight was gory, greyish red ichor pouring out to the deserted ground of the streets. 

Imps grabbed the other and bashed themselves against the environment, using the walls as a batter surface. The affected ones screeched out in pain as their backs and faces rammed into the walls, a scream ofpain erupting out of their mouths. 

'See... Always needing to be saved!' Bane said. 'But then, yes, I have to say thank you.' The Prickled Bane Winged Wolf said.

Sunday's eyes flashed and his face jerked forward. For a split second, his senses stopped working.

Bane said Thank You?

It was startling. And it had been enough to allow him take control of his body. 

"W-what?" Sunday gasped.

'heh. What? I suppose I have to thank you for not being stupidly egositic ' Bane smirked even more. 'Because if you had refused his help because of your ego and stubbornness. Well, suffice to say that it may have just been the end for you.' The Wolf swallowed, lowering his head down. 'And me. As you know already, my lie depends on whether or not you keep your life.'

Bane exhaled. 

'I really wished I could help you some more. I wished that... But you couldn't. The strain on your soul has been really so much since Orun Apaadi. And uhm...' The Wolf stopepd and lifted it's head before setting down on its haunches.

'Thats why you could only summon me and not use me.... But, it does not matter now. I hope you have been able to recover now enough. Long enough for me to help you. So, again, thank you for not dying on me, yet!' Bane smirked.

'Youre fun! I don't think I could have asked for someone else other than you.' 

Sunday's heart missed a beat, his body still directed by the pull of the being before him.

They jogged around, skipping over demon imps on the ground and moving round the ones they coul not jump through. The wings of the winged fellow before him was folded but loose lying feathers from it still got into his face, making him blow off wafts of her and spit outghe tiny bits of fluff that had floated down to his tongue. 

Soon, they got to the end of the street and the Winged fellow dragged him to the side of the street. They were in such a way that they stood against the walling of the uncompleted building, allowing them have visuula on the street behind if they looked back and also have a view of the front.

It was still night and the people outside did not seem like they were having a home to go to as they waltzed about the street endlessly, going about their matters and other things of interest to them.

The street was still dimly lit, the major source of the illumination coming out from the shops and stalls selling various materials for the night market. Vehicles, although reduced to mainly motorcycles and taxis crushed the length of the road, riding slowly as they were flagged down by passengers and also as they made turns and corners. Some of them even stopping by the roadside to get food and other items by the way.

Resting against the wall, by the right hand side of the winged fellow, Sunday could not keep his curiosity from surging out. His face was squeezed up in a lift frown as he tried to make sense of the whole matter.

Why was he saved?

Also, why was this winged fellow looking here and there like as if he had stolen something and was being chased by the people. And soz he had chosen to hide, while looking out for his pursuers.

His heart missed a beat just then. Did he get entangled into some matter with his winged fellow? Or had his rescue being staged so that he could end up being some sort of live exchange barter of a thing. His eyes flashed, his muscles tensed.

Just then, he searched inside, feeling the bubbling surge of energy from the Wolf within him beginning to rise up in intensity. He smirked and then lowered his head as he let out a whiff of the air.

The WereHawk on its own part, looked left and right and then peeped back into the street. He had been right, the Imps were already getting over their disagreement and we're already helping the other out. 

It was interesting to watch, the way they assisted one another, after they had originally battered themselves out was really nice. It was almost as if they cared for themselves bthat much, which was pretty deceptive.

The WerwHawk s.u.c.k.e.d in air through his dentition, bidding the time.

He could not make a move yet. No, it did not seem like he should make a move jusyg about now. He would wait, wait to his guts told him it was alright to make a move and then, he'd take it.

But then again, he reasoned to himself. What was he doing here? 

Sure, he had come out here and seen an Irunmole in distress. He had debated within himself about moving towards the scene but eventually, he had pushed himself into the scene. 

Fun, it was. The fighting,it was as if it was rejuvenating a part of him that had been thrust down deep down and ignored till it shrivelled and deprecated. So, he had not regretted his course of action.

Even until now.

But thenz the question now was what next? Had he not already saved the Irunmole? What would he say now? 

He had been watching out earlier for the Imps, looking everywhere and there least some other Imp came in running from some place he had not seen. The last he wanted was to be fished out by some imps who decided r pay the vicinity a visit and and then, decided he was the best to hold down for the others to come deal with. 

And in this place, he could lock out the sight of the Irunmole. And t be honest, it was something that he felt alright with.

Now would be the best time he would have to beat it.

"Hey," the WereHawk turned to the side patrially, looking back at Sunday. "Are you good? I would have to take my leave now? Think you can handle the rest by yourself?" 

Sunday smiled but briefly, a thin one at that. He raised his left and and then used the right hand to cap over his left shoulder before he started rotating the shoulder. After he was done, he did the same ritual to his right and then c.o.c.ked his head.

"Why, thank you!" He replied to him. "I am good. Can take it from here." Sunday replied.

The WereHawk nodded and then made to move.

"Wait!" Sunday clutched to the bend of the right elbow. "Who are you? And why did you save me?" He asked, his head bent.