In the Islands. Above them. On the air. On the waters and the bridge, multiple battles unfold. Deaths: assured. Injuries: bestowed.
Both parties suffer equally.
But depending on the situation, one kind of...takes the lead.
Now at strategic positions, big bells hang upon covered stands. 20 of them, in both islands.
(10 in the Ministers' and 10 in the Requiems')
A male Minister stealthily approaches one at the edge of the East of the Requiems' Island.
He reaches and lifts it.
After that, he looks at it with a grin as he holds the edge with both hands.
He senses something, looks sharply to his left and gets smashed with, by the feet of a Requiem Woman.
Blood gushes out of his mouth and nose as well as his bulging off eye balls.
"You will keep that down." She commands and sends him flying.
On the way, he lets go of the bell. She appears in a forward flash by the side and catches it with her open hands.
She makes it disappear.
A man approaches in tremendous flashiness from the left and right of small high lands.
Her back becomes at sight.
He closes in while she pulls in and pushes out her fingers.
She suddenly makes a turn to her right, while holding a grit and sends her left fist towards his face's right side.
In his right hand, he holds a Katana, which he sends as well to her left side.
A clash is made. Dust erupts and the two break out with their backs.
They land, slide a bit and stop.
The dust squeezes and vaporizes.
"Give it back." The man orders with his head bent to the right.
Zenin Atasha
Age: 43
Minister.
"And what will you use it for?" She replies with her head bent to the left.
Young Grimix
Age: 23
Requiem.
"Tsk. The ragebait." He says and centers his head.
"Oh, you know?" She asks and centers hers. She now finishes...
"Aha, you can't even mourn your dead?" - Young.
"It doesn't matter. That shit costs money." - Zenin.
"Oh, and how much? 200B. Just? You got to be kidding me." Young says with a grin.
Zenin snaps and says with a smile and his arms raised (palms up)...
"Yeah. That amount."
He brings them down.
"You talk like you have achieved much. I smelt your perfume, you know? It's pretty cheap." He tells her.
Stern, she dashes and breaks the ground in her path.
She reaches him instantly and throws her right fist towards his face.
He evades with a slick back bend and goes through, underneath her arm.
As he goes, he asks with a smile...
"Oh! I egged you?"
He rotates from his legs up and lands, backing Young.
Immediately, he turns to her from his left and sends a slash with his right hand.
She reaches him and clashes her left fist with the air before the blade.
Force spikes and jolts them back.
They recollect and charge. Reach and fight.
He sends his blade. She sends her fists.
In the highest of speeds, they clash directly. As well as the space before.
As they go, forces jam, spike and render useless: every form of high and low ground nearby.
She sends her right fist to his face. He dodges with a sharp shift to the right.
At the same time, knocks off her arm with the sharp jab of his left arm.
Blood gushes out from her upper arm as it moves away. Quickly, another arm grows and Zenin goes for a horizontal slash to the left side of her face.
It reaches and hits the air by her. She crouches and goes for a right sweep.
He backflips.
He lands. She reaches and they clash elbows.
(Her right with his left)
Forces emit. Grounds shatter. The sky above them splits.
People watching, go...
"Woah"
They hold for a bit and Zenin pushes her back. She goes back and Zenin brings his right fingers (index and middle jammed) up. With his blade still inside the hand.
A little earth comes up after by her left heel. She stumbles upon on it and loses balance.
She makes sounds.
Zenin ceases opportunity and dashes towards her.
He reaches and sends a slash to her left side. It hits the air before her. She notices quickly with the shift of her eyes and turns her body in order for her right side to face Zenin.
A force emits and comes straight at her but she deflects with her chest.
(Great wind comes)
"Very unwise." - Zenin.
"My bad." She says and he flashes back.
She becomes shocked as she looks to her right.
Nigga comes in by her right. She looks.
He puts his blade in both hands, raises it up and goes for a down slash as she completely faces him.
She escapes by a hair's breadth.
The blade hits the ground and creates a mini crater.
"What force!" She says in her heart while going back with the back of her left hand against her mouth.
He rushes in and sends a diagonal slash to her right jaw with his right hand.
She evades again with a hair's breadth.
The top of a mountain far a bit to the East cuts and falls.
The people around the place, run.
"Wait, why are we running? We are bigger than this." A man says while standing with both legs closed. His right knuckle beneath his chin and left fist, laced to the elbow.
(A certain blade is in his right hand)
A man runs past his right side in a flash and says...
"It's not about what is happening! It's about what caused it!"
"Huh?" The man asks while letting go of his chin and looking forward. The mountain top collapses on him. Likewise a few who failed to make it out.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Zenin and Young rugg it out. He sends slashes and she dodges. Some, too fast, she lets it hit the air near her.
As this goes on; the waters to the West shake, the earth rumbles, the sky right above goes dark and great wind engulfs them.
"Why are we doing this?" - Young.
"Don't bail out now! I won't permit that!" - Zenin.
"Huh?" She asks and gets crushed to the ground with a down slash to the head.
In the Ministers' Island, a man casually walks amidst great battles (far but not too far). He does so, singing:
"Money is the root of all evil. But I don't care. I'ma let it control me. Tell me what to do, zaddy. I'ma clean your shoes. Butter your bread and feed you."
Rotaway Requiem
Age: 100
Requiem.
"Control me! Control me!" He goes gritty while reaching a smoky opening.
He reaches and turns to his right.
(The first wall stays by his left and the second one faces front while it's side faces his right. They make up for the door)
He enters and gets engulfed by the smoke and clash sounds.
He walks for a bit, right by the wall previously by his left, singing out loud...
"Control me!! Control me!"
(He does the last in a deep tone)
He walks through and comes out of the next entrance, then turns to his right and carries on.
On the way, he forms a beat with hums and clicks of his hands. Then dances to it.
He moves forward a bit and spins from his left. Stops and slides with his right side. (Arms spread: straight. Palms down)
Then walks forward in a funky style, clicking his right hand: to the left, to the right.
"'Ve already got two bells. But I need more." He sings and leaves the scene.
He sees a bell upfront looking ready for the grabs. He opens his mouth in joy and runs towards it.
He reaches and stops. Emotes and jumps like an NBA player going for the dunk.
He grabs it's back with his right hand as the player grabs his ball and tears it off.
He lands.
A small square pocket opens by his left and he puts it in.
"Mhmm!" - Rotaway.
It shuts and claps off the dirt.
He brings down his arms and gets dropped kicked by a male Minister to the left side of his face and neck.
"Give it back!" He says and Rotaway goes flying into some little high and low lands.
Great dust erupts and spreads.
The man lands.
Michael Winters
Age: 60
Minister.
He walks into the dust.
"You fucking Requiem!" He calls.
TO BE CONTINUED