The warriors approached Bami, their spears and shields at the ready. Bami stood tall, brandishing his cutlass, a fierce determination in his eyes. He knew that he was outnumbered, but he wasn't about to go down without a fight.
The warriors closed in on Bami, their spears pointed at him. Bami waited for them to get close, and then he struck. With a fierce yell, he lunged at the first warrior, his cutlass flashing in the moonlight. The warrior tried to block with his shield, but Bami's cutlass sliced through it like butter. The warrior fell to the ground, blood pouring from his wound.
The other warriors hesitated, unsure of how to deal with this sudden and unexpected attack. But Bami didn't give them time to think. He lunged at the next warrior, his cutlass a blur. The warrior's spear was no match for Bami's cutlass, and he too fell to the ground, mortally wounded.
Bami was a whirlwind of motion, his cutlass flashing in all directions. He cut down another warrior, then another, and another. The warriors tried to fight back, but their spears and shields were no match for Bami's skill and speed. They fell one by one, their blood staining the ground.
Finally, the remaining warriors backed away, hesitant to get themselves killed. Bami stood tall, his cutlass still at the ready. He was breathing heavily, his clothes and skin were adorned with cuts and wounds, but they were minor compared to the ones he inflicted. He looked around, counting the fallen warriors, there were five of them. He let out a victorious yell, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
The fight wasn’t over, but Bami allowed himself a moment to catch his breath and survey the battlefield. The ground was littered with the bodies of the fallen warriors, blood pooling around them. Bami knew that he had to press on, and the sight of the fallen warriors only fueled his determination to keep fighting.
“Useless.” Mbaya’s voice came from behind. “Take care of others while I deal with him,” he said while he drew an akrafena from somewhere in his robes.
Bami and M'kuu Mbaya stood facing each other, their weapons at the ready. Bami held his cutlass tightly, his eyes locked on Mbaya's.
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The two warriors charged at each other, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks. The sound of metal against metal filled the air as they fought with a fierce intensity. Bami swung his cutlass wildly, but Mbaya was able to block each blow with his akrafena.
As they fought, Bami could hear the screams of his people in the background. The sound of their killing was heard all around, the sight of defenseless men, women and children being slaughtered by Mbaya's men filled him with anger and determination to end this.
He calls Mbaya a monster, but Mbaya doesn't respond, his cold and calculating demeanor not changing one bit. Enraged, Bami attacks Mbaya with renewed vigor. He scores a hit on Mbaya, but to his surprise, the wound doesn't bleed. Instead, the blood dripping from Mbaya's torso flowed back into the wound, and the wound sealed itself, not leaving a scar. Mbaya looked at Bami and said, "You are a good warrior, Bami, but I cannot be killed."
Mbaya then whispers something to the blade, and the akrafena absorbs his blood that had dripped onto it. The sword glows with a red light and Mbaya swings it at Bami with a mighty force. A red crescent blade flashes out of the akrafena, slicing through the air and chopping Bami into two.
The sight was gruesome, and with Bami's death, the tribe had lost their leader and was now at the mercy of M'kuu Mbaya and his warriors.
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After the battle, M'kuu Mbaya raises his akrafena over the battlefield and shouts, “Mwenye Njaa Mungu Mbaya, come and dine, for today I prepared for you a great feast.” Suddenly, red clouds begin to form in the night sky. A red mist begins to flow from inside Mbaya and the sword to the battlefield. It spreads over the area and wherever it passes, it leaves behind only clothes and bones. The mist even manages to catch one of Mbaya's men, and he screams as his flesh and blood disintegrate and join the growing red mist.
The battlefield is covered in the mist and it engulfs everything in its path. Bami's people are now nothing but clothes and bones scattered around the field. The mist clears, and it flows back into both Mbaya and the akrafena. Before it fully disappears, Mbaya puts down his hand, the sword held tightly in it. The wind blows and the smell of rain can be smelt in the air. Mbaya turns his head to the sky, and he sees large rainclouds amassing.
The sky opens up and it starts raining heavily, the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground can be heard. Mbaya looks at his men, they look at the rain and then back at him, they all knew the rain was not natural, it was a gift from their god. M'kuu Mbaya raises his akrafena again and looks at the sky, he lets out a roar, and it echoes in the valley. His men all scream, they all know they are blessed by their god, and they will follow M'kuu Mbaya to the end.