The Haunted Power

45. Omnipotence. Part 1

Daniel growled at the soldiers in front of him, showing off his sharp fangs as well as red eyes. Dana did the same next to him, as Daniel turned towards him and gave him a soft smile. "Elijah, Jon, Chris, Clarisse, Kate and I will fight the Garuda." He ordered, as the five other adults nod at him. "You kids fight off the Samurais and after so, Dalton you will be in charge!" He ordered, as he gave a wink towards Dalton who knew what he meant.

"Why Dalton, granddad?" Dana asked, his eyebrows furrowing together as he wasn't sure why Dalton had to be in charge afterwards.

"There is no time for talk, Dana." Daniel turned his attention towards the Samurais in front of him. "But Dalton knows what to do to get the Garuda vulnerable enough for you to kill him." And with that Daniel and the other members of the Zortzi Handia went to fight Alexander.

As the adults fight their way towards the Garuda, the teens got more surrounded by men in black and red masks with samurai swords. They had no way out or way to get to Alexander to help their grandparents, everything was a dead end. As they looked at one another, hoping someone would have a plan on actually beating the Samurais, no one did. They all looked like helpless sheep on a farm after they are told what to do, although they just don't know how to do it.

"We all take the Samurais in front of us?" Dalton questioned, no one bothered to reply to him. They all just looked straight forward as their eyes grew in size and a hint of fire fighting to get out of them. That was all Dalton needed for an answer, before dark and white magic appeared on the palm of his hands as his eyes showed a hint of fire - a flame bursting inside his stomach. Everything felt like the first time he did magic, the first time he realised he was a warlock. Everything was coming back to him; the shivers, the fears, the time where he nearly vomited on his girlfriend because of the magic building up inside of him and it felt like it was going to pop at one point - well all of that was coming back to him.

Not only did Dalton feel a flame inside him, but the others did too. It brought them back to the memory of going home from Dead Man's House and wishing that everything they learnt there was fake, but instead it was true. They ended up vomiting in their bathrooms in the middle of their sleep, as something built inside of them and then the next day they felt like rubbish. Dana, Cole, Will and Gabe could feel it once again. The same build up they felt that day, it was back. But this time, it felt right - it felt as if it made them more powerful.

As the Samurais made a slash with their swords -also known as the kesi giri- taking a step forward and closing the space between them and the ten teens gathered in the middle. The teens all had their shoulders touching one another, as their backs faced each other's back. Emmelyn, was in the middle, growing a pair of reptilian wings as another fire breath escaped from her lips. The others could feel the heat on their backs, but their kept a straight face throughout before their eyes focused on the target in front of hem.

In no time, they all charged forward at the Samurais. Will and Gabe, jumping onto two of their own before ripping out the sword out of the men in black. Gabe clawed onto the man underneath him, digging his claws into the man's skin. As the deeper he got, the more foxes the man saw around him. He tried to grab the samurai sword beneath him, but it got kicked away by Dana who already had twisted dozens of Samurai heads, and bit onto some others causing blood spilling over his shirt. Will on the other hand clawed the man underneath, bit him before throwing him to a side which caused some Samurais to fall from their feet. This kept on going on between the three, before jumping onto another dozen Samurais and killing them off.

As the three boys took out the Samurais one by one, the great, golden dragon -otherwise known as Emmelyn- beside them was throwing the men around like they were plastic dolls - pretty, big, plastic dolls. Their swords were barely making a scratch on her scales as they tried to attack. She blew huge amounts of fire at some of them, as she pushed others with ease.