WHEN THE HUNTER BECAME HUNTED

The news of Zuri and Big Tiger's death had saddened the whole column, thereby reducing their pace of movement.
No words were spoken by any of them, and even the three jesters noticed their melancholy mood and kept mute, even in their drunken moment.
Some inhabitants were seen gaping at the newcomers and children soon emerged after them, but the children soon heed the cries of their concerned mother and left the team to their fate.
After more hours of galloping, the leader of the clowns informed Brenda of their parting.
"We will be going back here." The man with the lion's head announced.
"Just go straight and you will emerge inside the main town." The man with the donkey head let out.
"You can't miss your way, just keep going straight." The third clown announced.
"Thank you," Brenda said with a slight bow.
The three men bow back, whirled their horses, and galloped away, singing a mournful song of the fate of man...
....Man is just a speck of dust
Yet we all live only for lust
Pride and Prejudice, hate and anger
And when we left, the world seemed better
But only for a while, another evil soon emerged
And filled the dying world with more rage
To begin another endless circle of men's evil against his fellow-men, and their environment... Oh la... Oh la.
The group had successfully penetrated the main town when they met their first encounters.
Far off, some men had barricaded the road, and the column was at the point of diverting to another road when they were sighted by one of the men dressed as a jihadist; with turbans and flowing regalia.
"I ordered you to galloped close for inspection." The man shouted out his command.
"Let's move closer," Brenda ordered, and she galloped close to the men, who by now had raised their bows and arrows against the incoming gang.
A few more steps and the man barked out at them. "Halt and dropped off your horses."
"What?" Apollon777 asked with a mischievous grin.
"Not now," Brenda said with a whisper as, at that moment, Apollon777's mischievous grin had suddenly turned violent.
"Now dropped your weapon and take five steps forward." The man resumed his command.
The whole column dropped their weapon, then took some steps forward.
"On your knees." The man ordered, and some of his men instantly raced forward and handcuffed the whole column with their hands at the back.
"Come forward." The leader of the jihadists ordered.
He lead the way and smiled as he placed all his prisoners in cells.
"Shakau will be happy with me." The man gloated at his achievements.
He had been able to arrest one hundred and twenty-two infidel without bloodshed.
Maybe his fief will be increased and of course, his wages as well.
He soon assign men to seek out Shakau and informed him of their new prisoners.
The night is the best time for evil men, as darkness offered the cover their devious deed deserved.
Kira was seen walking alone in a deserted street.
She was dressed in flowing blue gowns embroidered with sparkling red stones. Under the gown is a black and shining trouser over high heel shoes; fixed with small sharp knives as heels.
For the first time since this mission began, Kira walked without her sister's company and looked forlorn as her step lacked the alacrity accustomed to her.
Parting is harder, especially with the one we love.
Four men sneaked after her, they quickly dispersed to hide under the shadow of a billboard on the highway as she veered around, then resumed their stalking as she resumed their journey.
"Are those stones real?" One asked in a whisper.
"Shh." Their leader in front of the rest of the crew mumbled back. "Be quiet, breeze may carry your voice to her."
Even if the stones on her flowing gowns were not original, she won't be useless.
"When last did you touch a woman?"
"Aye, it's been ages." The man replied, then grinned with satisfaction at the romantic moment awaiting him.
The men sneaked closer, then raced wildly as their prey swirled left and disappeared out of sight.
"She is mine, for the first ten minutes." Their leader growled as they pounced on the lady who walked like a lost kid.
Unknown to them, the hunter will soon become hunted.
Akira turned as some men's auras flowed to her. Four men scramble close, and their leader dived to knock her to the ground, but she leaped out of his reach, then watched as the man staggered, then fell to the ground.
Another man leaped at her, jerked her close, swirling her around, and tried to envelop her in his embrace.
Kira folded his arms, and jerked off the man's arms, she raised her leg and sank the blade at the heel of her shoe into his feet, then jumped up and whacked the back of her head on his face to muffle his screaming.
But the man screamed louder as Akira removed the blade from his feet, then plunged it into his stomach. He loomed forward, staggered, and fell when the lady grabbed him close, then touch his forehead.
And at that instance, the man saw his soul leaving his body and another soul in chains merged into him. He cried out in pain at the engulfing pains that seemed to be shredding his whole body to pieces, then remained mute forever as total peace, the kind associated with the dead, take over him.
"Rise, my immortal warrior, Kira cried out, she swirls off the punch of one of her attackers, jumped up and hopped to knock him down, then rolled over and touch his forehead.
The first man to leap at her had regained falling, he leaped close to the lady squatting over his comrade, jerked her off his body, raise his other hand, and descended upon her with a slap that will knock her out of her sense.
Akira punched at the approaching slap, jumped up, and front kicked him on his chest.
The man cried out in pain as two sharp knives penetrate his chest.
He loomed backward and fell under the excruciating pain that engulfed his whole being.
The pain became more excruciating as the lady touched his forehead, so he shake violently, then became mute as the dead feeling of darkness take over him.
The last of the man tried to run off his crime scene, but one of the newly made zombies, Jerked him close, embraced him tightly, while another zombie raced faster, then tore his throat off.
Both of them grunted with excitement as blood gushed out from the remnant on the ground when the lifeless body tossed to and fro.
"Follow me, my three immoral warriors." Kira cried out, turned, and resumed his journey.
When Kira was fighting, Akira was also fighting against three men who cornered her and tried to snatch her belongings.
In anger at the separation from her sister, Akira kicked, jabbed, and punched the men.
One among them attacked her with a dagger and struck at her neck, but Akira stepped off as the blade of his weapon nibbed her skin.
She stopped in shock for a while as a little drop of blood rolled down her neck.
When the man struck again, Akira stooped to escape the edge of the sharp dagger, she held the man by the chest, jerked him closer, raised him and smashed him on the hard ground, then hopped on him, touch him on the forehead and also leaped at the nearest man.
In a few moments, Akira had turned all the men into her slaves, and they grunted after her as she resumed her journey.
But concern could be seen on the face of the beautiful goddess, something had happened, something that had never happened before.
The blade pierced Akira's skin.