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Turning into miniature hummingbird-like forms with lengthy, thin beaks that extended in front of their diamond casing.
As one, they rose into the air as Kalila’s maligned face folded into a self-satisfied smile.
‘Fly, find the usurper and bring his location to me.’
The winged orbs took off into the night at great speed.
‘Here we go,’ Sana’a whispered under her breath, her eyes tracing their trajectory.
This was her mission.
Activating her metsai suit, she took to the sky, racing fast after the disappearing objects.
They were tracking so swiftly that following it with her eye was hopeless, so she withdrew her SHärd blades and flung them ahead.
The daggers tore away after the tiny menacing whistle of the speeding creatures up as they skyrocketed at speeds so stupefying Sana’a couldn’t keep up.
But her weapons had the thrust required. They raced with lethal aim, almost unseen in flashes of glimmer against the moonlit sky.
With dizzying precision, they cut down the orbs one by one. Each exploded in puffs of flames and smoke as they were sliced apart and incinerated by the blade’s energy.
‘Fokk yeah,’ Sana’a murmured.
Just then, a cry sounded behind her, and she turned.
A koya sped towards her, one pulsing with dark íkan, followed by six more.
Behind the streaking swords were seven figures in hot pursuit.
Sana’a took off, darting in a wild pattern across the sky to evade her attackers. She rolled to one side as the lead koya blitzed past her.
She soared fast and hard, her back tingling, expecting any of the sab?rs speeding after her to smash through her spine without warning.
Her form was tight, so she raced ahead, but still, the group of winged chasers gained on her.
They soared through the air, the wind whipped past their faces, and the darkness grew thicker and denser with each passing moment. Sana’a’s heart pounded in her chest as she focused all her energy on maintaining her lead.
Her blades flew back into her hands, and she clutched them, breathing hard.
She glanced back and spotted her pursuers’ rachís beat with reckless abandon as they drew closer, their talons extended as if to rip her apart.
She gritted her teeth and tried for a burst of extra speed, but it was hopeless.
They were too fast.
Sana’a realised that her escape was futile. She only had one option left - to confront them head-on.
She slowed her flight and turned, her SHärd blades at the ready.
With a wheeling of their mighty dark pinions and a flurry of wiry feathers, the arokí circled her, their malice pulsing, glowing with hostility.
With a collective cry, they lunged at her.
She raised her translucent daggers and unleashed them.
Sana’a and the monstrous creatures engaged in a deadly ballet of weapons, their shapes and forms merging into a single, primal dance.
The wind howled and whipped around them, and the darkness coalesced into a thick, suffocating cloud.
