ONE STONE FOR TWO BIRDS

When the jihadists learned of Shakau and his six generals' death, they instantly raised the remaining of their armies, then marches out in search of their leader's killer.
The whole column traveled for hours, reached where Shakau's corpse was hung on a tree, then cut off the rope and the dead body landed with a loud noise on the ground.
The jihadists picked him up and washed him while some men gathered and dug a six feet grave.
All set and done, the jihadists buried Shakau and they gathered around his burial ground and vowed to bring all his murderer to justice.
"We won't rest until all infidels were punished, and as for those gang that killed you, we promise to kill them to the last man!" The general leading the eastern flank announced.
Being the most senior general alive, he had instantly ascended the post of the general commander at Shakau's death.
"We vowed to keep your legacy and conquer all the land for almighty Allah!" The whole jihadists swore at their master's grave, wept, danced, then drank some alcohol to stupor.
The following day, the whole column soon resumed their journey, but since there is no absolute means of tracking, the men wandered aimlessly but soon got weary when their searching keeps proving abortive.
"Let's ask the people around." The new commander-general announced, and the men soon got close to those onlookers who glared at the moving column.
"We are looking for a gang lead by two identical twins." One among the jihadists cried out.
"They are known as the legions of dooms, and have hundreds of zombies as their warriors." Another jihadist added after the first speaker.
But the onlookers stared at the jihadists, then turned their heads sideways to signify no.
"We haven't seen any gangs except your men that terrorize us!" One aged woman with a toothless mouth yelled at the jihadists, then throw her half-eating orange at their general on a horse.
"Damn you, old woman!" One among the jihadists warrior barked then lunged at the aged woman but halted abruptly when the general cautioned him.
"Let her be, she is old enough to be your mother."
The man smirked, then gazed shamelessly at the aged woman.
"Allow that son of a gun to smack her mother's age mate, and I will happily curse him, naked under the full moon." The aged woman gloated, then hissed at the jihadist leader and asked. "You are seeking for the legion of dooms?"
"Yes," the commander-general answered back. "Did you have an idea where they may be?"
"I remembered watching them during my younger days, they were such daring wrestlers!"
"Damn you, old woman." The commander-general swore under his breath but said instead. "We aren't searching for your popular 80's wrestlers, but the new gang of zombies known as the legion of dooms."
"Huh!" The woman smirked back, "as I said earlier, only your men keep stealing all our livestock and farm products, then raped our women and killed our men when they objected."
"Sorry for your losses," the commander-general answered back. "I shall discuss with my men, and I assure you things will change henceforth."
"It better be, else you won't see anyone to lord over in few months if you continue your wicked attitude." The woman yelled after the departing column of jihadists.
"They didn't pass through this region." The commander-general announced.
"We must have lost them at the previous T-junction." One of the newly promoted generals answered back.
The general signaled to a man, and said, "bring me the map."
The man walked close, then spread a map on his palm and peeked at it.
"There is a crossroad a few kilometers far off, one among the road leads back to this junction." The commander-general traced his finger on the spread maps before him. "Let's keep moving."
A column resumed their journey, reached the crossroad a few hours later, then plunged into the road they believed their targets went through.
Luckily enough for them, the dwellers of those villagers the jihadists met were friendly and responded positively to the newcomers.
But like before, the legion of dooms didn't pass here as well.
"They can't just disappear into thin air!" The jihadists commander exclaimed with a disappointed face at his unfruitful pursuit. "Either we find them, or die chasing!"
When Geisha learned of Horus's whereabouts, he ordered for a larger army of twenty thousand Hoorays and was seen addressing the anxious recruits who just landed on earth some hours ago.
"Contrary to our expectations, the humans are not bunches of weaklings who will run at the sight of us, they are bold, aggressive, determined, and united. Despite all the trials and difficulties they are facing, they have been able to withstand our attacks, and keep us off our target." Geisha paused, glared at the Hoorays who listened with rapt attention at his speech, then resumed.
"If I tell you it will be an easy ride, then am lying to you, you will be killed, massacred, and chopped alive, most of you will wish you never qualify among the Hoorays sent to the earth, when death stare at you."
Geisha glared at the memory of his flight at the sight of the jihadists, he looked grimly when he remembered his near-death experience and announced at the awaiting Hoorays who glare back.
"Whatever you faced here doesn't matter, either you live or die doesn't matter as well. What matter is the success of this mission? We must destroy the scepter!"
The Hoorays raced into the awaiting spaceship and the large aircraft soon hopped into the sky, then disappeared into the cloud.
As the spaceship flies close to its destination, so also Geisha's anxiety increases.
Everything depends on only this mission, and its failure will not only be drastic, but disastrous.
Only one more failure and Geisha will be stripped of his duty, then shamed to death!
He had ordered this insane number of fighters with the promise of delivering the scepter within two days.
With this, Geisha had planned to use one stone to kill two birds.
Getting the scepter, and killing Horus.
If he wins, then all his headaches will suddenly disappear and his heart will be merry once again.
But to fail? Even Geisha dread to imagine such an outcome. He had put all he had into this mission and only its success is what he ever dreamed for.
What he ever wish for.
Maybe the gods and goddesses will be benevolence enough this time around.
They better be!