《Another Death》Chapter 37 - Invasion (part 0)
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It was the middle of the night, the group was already asleep, the whole city was dead silent, Anya got up thirsty, she went outside to drink some water, but from the tap there was no water coming out, only small icicles.
The next morning, the group was preparing for their training. They were going to the nearest training field.
"Hey guys, you know, when i went to drink water last night, instead of water icicles were coming out of the tap" Anya said.
"Interesting, i dreamed of food" said Andrej jokingly.
"That is a good one, it's like if i saw water inside a volcano" added Ivan.
"It doesn't sound convincing to me" said Katarina.
"Fine then" grumbled Anya.
They arrived at the training field, which was quite spacious with lots of room and equipment. Andrej took out his sword, while Ivan took a wooden bow.
"This is the first time i'm seeing that" said Andrej.
"Oh, yeah, i never got the chance to use it in front of you, my magic is wind, which is best used with a bow, watch" Ivan said, as he created an arrow of wind, shot it and it pierced through several straw dolls.
"I will train full concentration" Andrej said, as he entered that form, and quickly cut down multiple dolls.
"Ivan, shoot at me" Andrej said.
"Got it" replied Ivan, and he shot several arrows in quick succession, which Andrej managed to deflect.
"Those two are working hard, we should too" Katarina said while entering full concentration.
"I agree" replied Anya, while doing the same. She then covered her hands with stone, and attacked Katarina.
"Puddle hand" Katarina's hand transformed into water, which sliced through Anya's stone fist, Katarina then slammed her fist on the ground, which made a wave that Anya couldn't defend against.
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"Hand of judgment" Anya said, and a stone hand had rosen from the ground, which knocked Katarina to the ground, and Anya finally pinned her down with her stone fist.
Meanwhile, Andrej was still dodging and deflecting Ivan's arrows, but he was also losing strength.
"Don't stop" shouted Andrej.
"Are you sure?" asked Ivan.
"Yes"
"Whatever you say" Ivan continued to shoot the arrows in rapid succession, but Andrej broke through the barrage of arrows and knocked Ivan's bow out of his hands.
"I lasted longer then i thought i would" said Andrej as he exited the form.
"Congratulations, you are still bad" said Katarina.
"Like you are any better" answered Andrej.
"Let's take a break, shall we?" asked Anya.
"Yes" they all sat on the ground.
"If i manage to master my concentration, then i will be able to defeat Karna" exclaimed Andrej.
"And why are you talking so easily about that?" a mysterious figure in a white cloak which was sitting in the corner said with an ice cold voice, while in the background, explosions could be heard and seen.
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