Killstreak

It was a nice Saturday morning, as the sun was shining brightly as always. Kids left their parents to go to school. And so did Victoros. Tracious, as always, was standing at the door giving goodbye to his dear son. It was after Victoros had left, that Tracious started to get ready for his day. He left his house as usual. But today, he decided to walk to the chief's house. The guards opened the door for him and he went to the room where the chief was.

"What do you want?", the chief asked.

But Tracious did not answer him.

Soon, a wind started to fill the room and the chief felt the power in the wind, as he was pushed by it up to the roof and back to the floor.

"What?", he said in his head, "Is this his doing?"

"You dared to attack me?", he said to Tracious.

But Tracious did not answer.

The wind pushed the chief again with an even more powerful force. But the chief did not fly like last time. Immensely, his strength grew, as his body started to glow red. There was now a stronger force pulling him towards the ground, which made it harder for Tracious to send him flying.

The chief rushed straight at Tracious with an incredible speed and was about to punch him. But even before he was able to touch him, another powerful wind sent him flying.

"It is like there is some kind of barrier with an incredible force!", he said in his head, "I am unable to touch him"

"It is clear that this is not going anywhere", the chief said, "I cannot touch you nor are you strong enough to hurt me. Stop this now and tell me what you want"

But Tracious did not answer.

"Fine then", the chief said, "Let the spirits decide the victor"

After finishing his line, he took a sword and rushed at Tracious once again. Like the last time, a powerful wind sent him flying. But this time, mid-air, he threw the sword at Tracious, who blocked it with his wind. He then took the sword and threw it back to the chief. Not having time to react, the chief stood there for the sword to penetrate his right arm. He shouted in pain.

"Is the chief okay?", a guard wondered.

"We should go and check!", another said.

The chief took the sword out of his arm. His wound healed, as his chest started glowing green.

"Are you seeing this?", he said, "I have the power, that our ancient ancestors have once possessed. The power, that is far more powerful than anything you have ever seen"

"You cannot beat me!", he said.

"I am immortal!", he said.

Hearing this, Tracious pointed his hand at him.

And the chief started getting weaker and weaker. He fell to the floor and his body stopped glowing red.

"What...what is this?", he said in his head.

The guards arrived and saw Tracious pointing at the chief, who was kneeling on the floor.

"What are you doing to him?", a guard asked, "Hurry! Get the men here! The chief is in danger!"

Another guard started running to get help. But Tracious ignored them, as he approached the chief.

"Do not go near him!", the guard shouted.

But Tracious did not care about his yelling. He blasted a wind, so powerful, it knocked the guard out.

"You...You can...use it", the chief said, "I should have known. I should have killed you at the moment you were weak!", the chief shouted while gathering his strength to stand up. He tried to attack Tracious but in vain, as Tracious dodged and penetrated his stomach with a sword. The chief's chest stopped glowing green, as he fell to the floor.

"He killed him!", a guard shouted to the other guards who were running to the room.

Before the guards had any chances of blasting magic at Tracious, Tracious raised his hand.

"It…It does not work!", a guard shouted, "My fire does not blast!"

Tracious took the sword and started slashing them. Fear took their heart, as they did not know what to do. Their commander, who was like a father to them, has died. There were no longer any commands they should obey, as they are now free as birds. But free as birds in a raging hell they are, as there weren't any guides that would help them to survive the terror. There was no order. There was no strategy. And the magic they have used as their shields has now ceased to exist.

Watching how their comrades were getting slain by a mere sword: one died, two died, three died, four died. They tried to escape. They tried to hide. But not a single one of them survived. Not the one with a little child in school waiting to get home to see his father. Not the one with his old mother at home waiting to see her child getting back from duty. Not the one with a pet at home waiting for the owner to feed them. They all died.