tiny imps, no taller
than a foot, running around like frantic chickens.
The Guardian Angel stood up and
released a war cry of which the decibels blew the mini-Trolls into dust.
Maganus struck a pose of triumph by resting his hands at his waist.
“I am waiting, Ivan!”
The Count bit his lips.
“I take your silence as a
compliment,” Maganus joked as he inhaled his smoking pipe. “I guess I should
continue?” Maganus then pulled the battleaxes out of the ground. In a handsome
swerve, he aimed at the Count.
The Count raised his arms and a
shield of dark energy materialized around him. The furious projectile stopped,
but barely. Within a yard from the Count, and seeming to breathe life, the
battleaxes continued to rotate in a grinding motion, plowing forward with a
dominant force that drove the Count to his knees.
Maganus fired an angry huff
that broke Raum’s line of defence and sent the Count flying into the darkness
of trees, crushing a few trees in the process.
“Ivan, you have underestimated
me,” Maganus murmured as he caught the returning battleaxes.
Within seconds, the Count rose
from the carnage and landed just yards from Maganus, his handsome face smeared
in dirt.
“Maganus, another day, perhaps,”
the Count said. He cranked his head and released a soul-shattering howl. He
stretched his wings, leathery and bony, to their full length. “Victory may go
to the Angels this time, but there will be retribution in due course.”
As Raum rose to the skies,
something darted from the woods, heading towards him. It was Pologus. However
the Count threw a ball of fire that hit the bird and sent it into a downward
spiral, but Maganus arrived in time to nestle his pet before it crashed.
Maganus looked up but Raum had
disappeared into the skies.
He checked the bird and found the
bird tearing at the corner of the eyes. The wings are scorched on the edge.
“You were only inches away from
being a roasted chicken,” Maganus teased as Pologus released a whimper.
Maganus looked to the skies,
where the moon waxed in full power. The aura of evil was dissipating.
“There will always be a next
time,” Maganus whispered.
The Angel remembered the
children, but before he walked over, he murmured his prayers to hide his
battleaxes.
Chapter
18
Surprise.
Surprise
“What do you make of the
assassinations?” Robin said.
Walter Johnson shifted in his
seat and stared at the man.
“Unacceptable and
unbelievable.”
“What do you think the
President going to do?”
“This administration is a
washout,” he complained as he reached for a glass of wine. “Hayes should not
have resigned in midterm, knowing the jackass Howard Cooper is.”
Walter was referring to the incumbent
President of the United States, who had taken over from his disgraced
predecessor, William Hayes. The forty-sixth president had resigned at midterm
after being slapped with an impeachment threat from the House of
Representatives over grave allegations of corruption by members of the First
Family.
Howard Cooper had only been a
two-term senator from Ohio before he was picked as the vice-presidential
candidate. With little foreign policy experience and no noteworthy domestic
successes, he did not have the political capital for the top job.
In his term, domestic crime had
spiraled out of control, and inflation near had soared ten percent. The
tower-high federal debt had crippled the growth of the economy. In addition,
Cooper had failed to hold himself against his assertive Russian and Chinese
counterparts and was termed ‘a national embarrassment’ by the press.
Robin said. “I’m quite sure Cooper
is not going for a second term.”
Johnson eyed Robin “Maybe the
spate of violence will make him thick twice..”
“He is placing the nation
Deacon 2. He should put it on 3 and get all agencies on high alert. Any attack
on political office holders cannot be taken lightly.”
“He is lost.”
“We cannot afford mediocrity in
the
than a foot, running around like frantic chickens.
The Guardian Angel stood up and
released a war cry of which the decibels blew the mini-Trolls into dust.
Maganus struck a pose of triumph by resting his hands at his waist.
“I am waiting, Ivan!”
The Count bit his lips.
“I take your silence as a
compliment,” Maganus joked as he inhaled his smoking pipe. “I guess I should
continue?” Maganus then pulled the battleaxes out of the ground. In a handsome
swerve, he aimed at the Count.
The Count raised his arms and a
shield of dark energy materialized around him. The furious projectile stopped,
but barely. Within a yard from the Count, and seeming to breathe life, the
battleaxes continued to rotate in a grinding motion, plowing forward with a
dominant force that drove the Count to his knees.
Maganus fired an angry huff
that broke Raum’s line of defence and sent the Count flying into the darkness
of trees, crushing a few trees in the process.
“Ivan, you have underestimated
me,” Maganus murmured as he caught the returning battleaxes.
Within seconds, the Count rose
from the carnage and landed just yards from Maganus, his handsome face smeared
in dirt.
“Maganus, another day, perhaps,”
the Count said. He cranked his head and released a soul-shattering howl. He
stretched his wings, leathery and bony, to their full length. “Victory may go
to the Angels this time, but there will be retribution in due course.”
As Raum rose to the skies,
something darted from the woods, heading towards him. It was Pologus. However
the Count threw a ball of fire that hit the bird and sent it into a downward
spiral, but Maganus arrived in time to nestle his pet before it crashed.
Maganus looked up but Raum had
disappeared into the skies.
He checked the bird and found the
bird tearing at the corner of the eyes. The wings are scorched on the edge.
“You were only inches away from
being a roasted chicken,” Maganus teased as Pologus released a whimper.
Maganus looked to the skies,
where the moon waxed in full power. The aura of evil was dissipating.
“There will always be a next
time,” Maganus whispered.
The Angel remembered the
children, but before he walked over, he murmured his prayers to hide his
battleaxes.
Chapter
18
Surprise.
Surprise
“What do you make of the
assassinations?” Robin said.
Walter Johnson shifted in his
seat and stared at the man.
“Unacceptable and
unbelievable.”
“What do you think the
President going to do?”
“This administration is a
washout,” he complained as he reached for a glass of wine. “Hayes should not
have resigned in midterm, knowing the jackass Howard Cooper is.”
Walter was referring to the incumbent
President of the United States, who had taken over from his disgraced
predecessor, William Hayes. The forty-sixth president had resigned at midterm
after being slapped with an impeachment threat from the House of
Representatives over grave allegations of corruption by members of the First
Family.
Howard Cooper had only been a
two-term senator from Ohio before he was picked as the vice-presidential
candidate. With little foreign policy experience and no noteworthy domestic
successes, he did not have the political capital for the top job.
In his term, domestic crime had
spiraled out of control, and inflation near had soared ten percent. The
tower-high federal debt had crippled the growth of the economy. In addition,
Cooper had failed to hold himself against his assertive Russian and Chinese
counterparts and was termed ‘a national embarrassment’ by the press.
Robin said. “I’m quite sure Cooper
is not going for a second term.”
Johnson eyed Robin “Maybe the
spate of violence will make him thick twice..”
“He is placing the nation
Deacon 2. He should put it on 3 and get all agencies on high alert. Any attack
on political office holders cannot be taken lightly.”
“He is lost.”
“We cannot afford mediocrity in
the
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