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THE ARMOURER; CHAPTER FIFTEEN - ROYAL BLOOD
CHAPTER FIFTEEN – ROYAL BLOOD Fierce Martial Arts InstituteCalifornia, United States “So all this time Marcus has been keeping an eye on us here through you?” Alison asked with her gaze fixed on Felix. Felix smiled and nodded. “It’s an extension of his business after all isn’t it?” he said, playing with the switch on the baton. “Prisca loved you Felix. Like a brother, like a friend. You feel no guilt betraying her?” Alison asked with contempt. “Marcus’ followers are always the most disloyal. And he’s well aware. But that doesn’t mean we won’t fulfill our assignments. He knows that although we serve him for selfish interests, we will carry out our assignments so that he satisfies those selfish interests” Felix explained. “Up until now, no one has ever deterred from these assignments. Until Greyshot. And Marcus will never let that go unpunished. He might not be proactive in it but again, he knows that the Syrian Sons will do a clean job due to the fallen being of their own Felix
THE ARMOURER; CHAPTER SIXTEEN: WOMEN HAVE ALL POWER
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: WOMEN HAVE ALL THE POWERFierce Martial Arts InstituteCalifornia, United States Alison whipped her staff fiercely towards Felix’s head. The latter ducked on time and used his baton to deflect another incoming whip from Alison. His baton buzzed on contact with the staff, sending electric currents into the staff. Alison’s hands were well gloved so she didn’t suffer any electrocutions. She back-flipped and landed some feet away from Felix. She waved her staff in the air and the baton flew out of Felix’s hand. Felix chuckled. “Electromagnetic kinesis. I’m impressed” he commented and stretched his hands. A blade flicked out from below each of his wrists. He clenched his fists and gestured at Alison. ”I do not want to hurt you Alison. I also do not want to hurt Prisca. But the thing is I’m a Grey Disciple and I work for the Master. In our service, there is no such thing as feelings or family or friends. Assignments come first. And the Master has assigned me to keep you b
THE ARMOURER; CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - WINS AND LOSSES
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN : WINS AND LOSES New Memphis, Egypt Akinis and the Eagle walked towards the throne room. The door was still open. They observed the surroundings carefully before walking into the room. The first thing they saw was Nailah’s dead body. She had Akinis’ blow pipe tightly clenched in her hand. Her face was pale and traces of blood were visible on her nose, eyes, ears and mouth regions. They cautiously looked further past the dead maids on the flood and saw another body on the ground. The body was pale and dried of blood. Its neck was slashed open in a crude manner. They looked at the face and saw the once haughty, bloody and evil Pharaoh. Now he was slain like a sacrificial animal. The last figure was a young man who sat weakly on the steps before the throne. His head was buried in-between his thighs, his hands were clasped together forwardly, caging a red glow in them and his hair was scattered over his face. The duo exchanged looks and increased their vigilance. They
THE ARMOURER; CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - A NEW PHARAOH
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – A NEW PHARAOH Fierce Martial Arts InstituteCalifornia, United States Alison stood over the unconscious, immobile or dead bodies of the Syrian Sons. Deep down she knew that the advantage they had was that they were on their home ground. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t defeat the Syrian Sons so easily. She looked approvingly at her Maidens as they assisted each other up and gathered the weapons they could. Some others cleaned up the dead bodies, packing them into trucks. Still others carried the unconscious and immobile ones into locomotive containers that transported them through channels into the underground section of the towering building. Alison watched all these with mixed feelings. She was happy that they had prevailed but she was scared for future events. Now that Marcus’ and Damascus’ divisions were opposing forces, the Baroness inactive status was highly detrimental. They would need her greatly in the days to come. She looked at the Maidens wo
THE ARMOURER; CHAPTER NINETEEN - A LIFE FOR TWO LIVES
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THE ARMOURER; CHAPTER TWENTY - DEATH OF THE BARONESS
CHAPTER TWENTY – DEATH OF THE BARONESS Fierce Martial Arts InstitutesCalifornia, United States Alison was with a group of Maidens in a training room when they heard a loud shattering sound. Alarms started blaring loudly as red lights glowed and dimmed rhythmically. They all turned alertly on instinct. “Grab some things. Split up” she gave out instructions. The Maidens followed and armed themselves up with different weapons of their choice. They all rushed out of the training room. “Check the prisoners! Check the vault! Check the weapons room!” Alison ordered to different Maidens. Some other Maidens had rushed out of their several locations and were running down stairs, running up stairs, rushing out of elevators, sliding down poles. Alison ran alone towards an elevator and stepped in. She flicked a switch on her staff and blades extended from both ends. She heaved a sigh and pressed a button on the elevator that led for the executive floor. She steadied her breathing as the ele
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THE ARMOURER; CHAPTER TWO - THE ARSENALLE
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