Spin Bomb made a huge effort to keep up with the old mediums. Mashal and his master Feruzi showed no signs of frailty, despite their advanced age. She was the one who felt like an old woman in that unbridled rush to the top of the Stone of Judgment.

Nkechi was right behind. As a sage, she had her limitations. However, with her cunning, she knew how to circumvent them. With her mediumistic profile in PACR, her propagation of Axé was very effective. Although she was unable to use Ofó, she knew how to model with skill. She stopped running, dug her fingers underground and propagated a great mass of energy in long lines of Axé. She then shaped them into thick iron bars.

This attracted the attention of Spin Bomb, who was coming up behind the fugitives.

“Hahahaha, the birds have fallen into the cage.”

Several pointed iron bars came out of the ground and closed like a jaw on Feruzi, Mashal and the firework swordswoman. Slinz, threads of tiny thickness emerged waving like tentacles, tangled in the iron bars and cut them. The pieces burst and flew in all directions.

“You're getting old and slow.”

Feruzi's eyes widened, and as if roaring, he scolded his disciple:

“Come on, respect your elders! Besides, you're the one who was holding us up.”

“Blablabla, it's time for you two to go. Rescue Akachi's father, they deserve to meet again. Grandpa Azekel would be happy to have his son and grandson by his side. Now go, before I regret it.”

“Don't play the hero, Spin Bomb. I didn't train you to waste your life against a sage. Let me help you.”

“Oh, don't stuff it, old man! There's no point in training if we can't show you the results. Go on!”

Feruzi tried to retort, but Mashal nodded negatively.

“What, are you going to take her side now?”

“I'm not taking anyone's side. I just remembered an old friend who said that we should trust the new generation, after all, they are the ancestors in the present time.”

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Feruzi looked at Spin Bomb and then at Nkechi, nodding. He continued his run up the stairs with Mashal, they were both in a hurry.

Nkechi glared at her opponent, who responded with her middle finger extended and her tongue hanging out. The gesture bewildered the sage. It was a very vulgar posture, even for someone like Spin Bomb. In her position, the Sage of Evolution had never been treated like this, even by her enemies.

Spin Bomb took advantage of the moment to throw some explosives with blue zimbas at her enemy. The medium felt something spicy invade her airways. Her vision became soaked with tears. It didn't take her long to understand what it was all about.

Did that damned woman throw firebombs at me?

Nkechi felt a warm breeze whistle past her ears. The firework swords with yellowish junipers were traveling at great speed, which allowed Spin Bomb to grab onto them by means of the string lines, and be pulled along. Spin Bomb raised both feet and hit her opponent in the chin, who was thrown a distance.

Nkechi's vision was blurred and her throat was on fire. She spat out a ball of blood. He slammed his fist three times into the ground. His angry eyes welled up with tears. She wanted to hurl insults, but all her attempts turned into bouts of coughing. She stood up unsteadily.

“You can't use your purple fart mist, can you, bitch? I got you good, didn't I?”

“Don't sing victory, cof-cof, before your time, cof, you annoying brat.”

“I knew how to beat you from the start, Nkechi. Now I'm going to blow you into a thousand pieces.”

Spin Bomb snapped a string on the ground, and with gloved hands, as if catching a fish, tried to wrap the sharp thread around the sage's neck. Her opponent waited until the last moment until the line almost fell over her neck. With her scissor-like fingers, she spread Axé on her fingers. She caught the string and took the sharp line for herself.

Spin Bomb threw the string away. Quickly, flush, she lit several green juniper bombs and threw dozens of them at Nkechi. Like a bombardment, they fell on her opponent. These explosives had a high combustion mixture. The flames rose into the air like a fire mushroom, which then turned into a cross of gray smoke.

Rain fell on Spin Bomb. She extinguished the torch and confidently turned away. However, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

“Never turn your back on the enemy.”

Spin Bomb couldn't help herself, and was punched in the face, knocking her into the wall. Her body crashed into the rocks and ran down the stone steps. She stared at her furious opponent.

Nkechi replied with a smile. The rainwater had soothed the sting on his face, and his vision was starting to improve.

Spin Bomb stood up. She realized that her opponent's vision had become clearer, but not enough to react quickly. The spread of Axe around her entire body had consumed a lot of energy, and had minimized the effects of the explosions. Akachi's ally considered that she still had the advantage.

In order to be in Nkechi's sight, the artisan set off several firework swords with yellowish junipers, and in between them, some high-powered explosives and threw them at the sage. To Spin Bomb's surprise, she managed to dodge both types of explosive.

“You're not going to hit me with those little children's toys.”

“That's not possible, how did you manage to dodge?”

“It's true, I can't see the colors or shape of the explosives you're throwing at me, but each one makes a sound. These fast bombs are hard to dodge, but they emit a high-pitched, annoying whistle. The others are heavy, slow to fall and emit a crackling hiss. Distinguishing the sounds, it's not difficult to dodge...”

“Then dodge it, bitch!”

Spin Bomb tied strands of cerol into fast-moving explosives towards the sage. Nkechi tried to escape a second time, but was as unsuccessful as before. By manipulating the cutting lines, the invader changed the trajectory of the firework swords in real time. They became projectiles that were impossible to deflect.

The explosives hit Nkechi's stomach and temple like the punches of a boxing champion. The medium fell down the steps feeling the pain of being hit at high speed by the firework swords.