《Infinity》Chapter 16
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I let out a long sigh. After me and Zin’s fight, we had hammered a deal out. He ended up becoming a splinter empire named Fortitude. I was never going to be personally interacting with that empire, but if needed I would send others to relay information. We were rapidly building infrastructure, and we also had a rapid gain of immigrants from warzones, the Foorn who we were still in the process of absorbing, and humans who had discovered us. Overall there was some nice diversity, with cultures and beliefs mixing together. At the same time we were beginning production on Wrath guns, and even making some more Kyper Bikes. We were simultaneously researching some hover jets. They were almost done being researched, with the final prototype nearly built. Our fight with The Alliance was going well, however, we had yet to capture anything of importance.
“Sir!! Its a message from the Almani!” A messenger ran up to me, sweat dripping off of him in buckets. I took the hard drive, and plugged it into a Reader. Krri’to’yok’no popped onto the screen. He spoke with an urgency, hardly stopping to breathe.
“The United Human Tribes have attacked us without warning! Somehow they have your weapons, and we can trace it back to you, but only from two days ago, until yesterday. From then, there have been no other shipments. How could this be? And if it was you guys, why? Please, help us! The Almani are being steamrolled, with nearly all our forces in Rissi territory fighting the Savior War, and if we were to recall them, the lines would surely fail. We need help!” I heard this and immediately came to a conclusion. It was probably incorrect, but I was going to check with the others anyway to see if they followed my line of logic.
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“So you’re suggesting…” Sulf said slowly.
“It does make sense think of the facts!” Chrom said after a short Eureka moment.
“It could just be they stole some of our equipment, realized their forces were away, and attacked.” Wrang said. “But then again Krri said that there was shipments from our territory…”
“Well, that could just have been spies they sent, bringing it in through immigration process. You guys no how crowded and flawed it is.” Hydro said.
“However I think we should check anyways.” Chrom said.
I took “Seriously, consider it, he made an immediate trade deal with The United Human Tribes, and anyway, the entire time I knew him, Zin never did like the Almani…”
“Zin, come out and face the accusations!” I yelled out, my voice echoing out across the built up actual houses. How’d he get the time and resources?... Whatever.
“Sure, why not.” He said. As he walked out he was followed by four Juncathari, all with their molten cannons loaded up and pointed at us. Those things could either just release molten and extremely hot material that could be reloaded with stray dirt on the ground, or it could be focused into a tight beam. Either way, it was to thick to be stopped by scatter shields and extremely deadly. He lifted up a Wrath gun, pointed it at me, and the others did the same with my friends. Then he fired, with a horrible snarl on his face, mixed with genuine glee. The bullet shot across the battlefield followed by the molten beams. Many of the originals dodged, but I stood my ground, as Juncathari flew over the trees in an ambush. Molten beams fired at everyone, and I raised my magic shields, and blocked, while blowing a few Juncathari out of the sky with air magic. I was tackled by Zin, and pushed into the trees. He had a powerful exoskeleton on. It mimicked the design of those that the The Federation of Supremacy gave to their soldiers. We reached a clearing where I blew him away with a whirlwind.
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“Now we’ll see who’s better once and for all!” He said, voice sounding somewhat different as it flowed through the speakers of his armor.
“Yes, yes we will.” I responded as I shot out towards him, cloaked in a red energy of my own making. The red energy acted as armor, and I couldn’t feel any of the hits he threw at me. With my energy enhanced speed I began to punch him back, with fists cloaked in lightning. The small shocks began to slow him, down, and with each knocking down his armor’s power for a few milliseconds, I got to slowly snowball until I was landing hits more and more. Finally I had charged up enough energy, shedding the red energy I had on me, and launching it into his chest point blank. The energy tore off his power armor and sent him flying away. As I charged up for my next spell, a wave of fire washed over me, barely held back by the hasty energy shield I threw up. Using one of my enchantments, I telekinetically, uprooted trees, and sent them flying around, with the wave of fire stopping after he got hit. I then caught a glimpse of him and launched wind blades at him, which cut through trees, slicing them and sending up splinters. Zin using telekinesis, tore apart the wind blades as they flew responding with lances of fire that singed the grass, and stumps as they flew at me. I flew into the air dodging them, then proceeded to hit him with lightning bolt after lightning bolt, buffeting the trees with the thunder. Finally, just before he could hit me with any more fire, my Scrontuc came. They jumped at him mauling Zin to the point of unrecognizability. He would launch shards of stone at them, to no avail. I went down there and finished him off with a spear of compressed air through his gut.
He said with his final breath, “That wasn’t a 1v1…”
“Yeah, cause I have friends.”
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