Finding Contentus

Chapter 94: Fighters

Imcke of Independence rode at the front of her group on her lead mammoth, independently.

"Primal attack!" She was the one to yell first, wearing her wooden silverback gorilla mask that heightened her smoky voice.

The Eifri group, nearing their capital city in the North, were alerted to oncoming slaughter and disease infested congestion. The primals, ever so unpredictable, had been following behind them on their journey for days.

They had ploughed through the treacherous Kain desert of whining winter and persistent drudgery, eliminating all obstacles in their path, except the ones that could not be stopped.

Kaikara was by her side, jogging and wearing his ox helm. He always preferred to keep his body moving, increasing his stamina on a daily basis. He had been sensing them for some time, but he, unlike Imcke, welcomed the challenge of pain.

Norne, Imcke's one-eyed subordinate was already yelling to get them into evasive formations, but Imcke was quicker.

"Split off into groups of eight but stick together! Norne, delegate leaders for each group and be responsible for all in one! Kai and I will get them off your tails. We'll meet you all back in Vreys. Now move it you hounds!" Imcke barked her orders.

Norne nodded quickly and did as she was told. Imcke jumped off her mammoth and slapped it to run, carrying as many of her group with it.

"Lente! Gaan!" She told her husky dog to go along. Lente barked defiantly, but she trusted in Imcke and joined Norne.

Kaikara stopped jogging and faced the opposite direction. He watched the primal herd approaching them. They made such horrible sounds. Squalls, clicks, barks, growls, rasps, roars and the like.

They were led by two alpha primals. They were fourteen feet tall, possessing the big features and white fur of polar bears that decorated their humanoid bodies.

Their horns were that of a musk ox, their tusks were that of a walrus and their glowing eyes were enough to blind mortals in a ditch of despair. They carried enormous swords, wielded from ice, almost as tall as them in length, and their claws were like long daggers.

The primals they led burrowed in the snow like orcas, snapping and jumping towards like a rumbling earthquake, intended to make them sink and fall into the depths like quick snow.

Kaikara grabbed his two-handed greatsword. SmoKing, was its name. It produced smoke since he was constantly channeling Amandla into it, and Kaikara was the King of Smoke. However, in actuality, Kaikara named it that because V and Imcke loved smoking, and since he loved them, he named it that, along with the added importance behind him being King of the Eifri.

A title and mantle he didn't care for in the slightest, but a title and mantle Imcke placed on him to give their people strength and hope, and she was his everything. Whatever she wanted, he would do, without question.

His father wanted the same thing, his father forced him to become Champion, but Kaikara hated him. That was the difference.

Kaikara considered calling in the distance for his wraith wolf, Winde, which meant Winds. But knowing her, she was most likely off somewhere, either by herself as a lone wolf, or amongst a pack of wolves as the leading wolf.

Like him, Kaikara, The Snow Wolf, who preferred being the lone warrior, who preferred doing things by himself. There was a time when he used to live amongst wolves, there was a time when he wasn't even human.

He felt Imcke standing behind him, they were back to back, alone in the fields of infestation. "Looks like we finally have some alone time Kai," Imcke smiled slyly through her mask.