//------------------------------// // Chapter 59 And Adanna, I AM my fathers daughter (M) // Story: Spike the Knight // by vadram //------------------------------// And Adanna, I AM my fathers daughter (M) While Kirabo continued his attacks Zecora managed to keep up with him, completely dodging whatever he threw at her. “Since...” He missed. “... when...” She dodged. “...did you...” She dodged again. “... did you...” And again. “... get so...” A blow landed, she deflected it. “... good,” Kirabo said, finally making contact with the pony’s body. Even if she managed to deflect the attack Zecora was still knocked back by the force of the blow. Spike watched with dread as he saw that more and more of Kirabo’s attacks managed to land. “How is she able to do this? I know she is strong, but this is... unreal.” The ground shook for a last time. This time the quake was more than a minor tremor like the ones before. Despite sitting down, Imamu lost his balance and fell on his back, taking down Spike with him. Falling from such a distance the dragon managed to get a great deal of air time before smacking into the mountain where Imamu’s cave was located. “Ah!” He yelled as he picked himself up. His right arm hanging and his shoulder bone out of its socket. “What just happened?” Imamu stood up again and with a tap of his finger he popped Spike’s shoulder back in place, and returned him to his shoulder. “Look.” Was all he told Spike. Cyan and orange mist was forming around Zecora just like it did before around Kirabo’s arm. He put some distance between them waiting to see what she was planning. The shaking became weaker but did not stop, the ground started cracking and large pieces of stone were unearthed. Stone spikes popped up around Kirabo and collapsed onto him trying to bury him alive. With a single punch he broke out. “FINALLY.” Zecora whistles. “NO MORE TOYING AROUND...” Another howl came from the Everfree. “NO MORE BEANS...” Many pairs of glowing eyes appeared in the treeline. “NO MORE MARSHMALLOW MONSTERS...” Another pack of growling timberwolves emerged from the Everfree. “NO MORE STICKY BOMBS...” He started running towards Zecora as the timberwolves moved to block his path. “NO MORE TRICKS.” Running towards Zecora and blowing away any timberwolf that tried to block his path, Kirabo managed to reach her, but before he could hit her he found himself unable to move. Tendrils had emerged from the cracks in the ground twisting and tying him up. “OH COME ON. AFTER ALL THIS DANCE YOU PULL THIS...” A tendril found its way towards his head and placed itself towards his mouth silencing him. Spikes emerged from the tendrils digging themselves into his skin. The glow in Zecora’s eyes intensified for a second and the bindings tightened, choking and dragging Kirabo to the ground. A stomp from her hoof caused the shaking too intensify and the earth to form pillars around Kirabo. With another stomp the pillars collapsed burying him alive. She double stomps two more times adding two more layers of earth and stone above the first. By this time the wolves had reformed and were already watching the earth mound in the event that Kirabo would somehow find a way to escape. Zecora walked towards the giant simian, while Imamu was slowly clapping his hands with a smile on his face. “ Ayo Imamu Sagoma...” She said bowing. “Jelani Kirabo is unable to continue the fight, I Adanna Zecora claim victory.” Imamu gets up, Spike holding onto him for his dear life. He opened his mouth to congratulate her but before any words could come out a loud screech came from inside the cave, and distracted him. From the cave a long metallic object, wrapped with yellow cloth and tied with golden thread, came flying out. It passed between Imamu and Zecora and headed towards the earth mound where Kirabo was buried. A burst of light came from under the layers of earth and stone. Imamu shock as a shiver hit him. “Imamu?” “Spike get down.” Imamu told him. “What is wrong?” Spike asked. “Spike get down. NOW!” As soon as Imamu raised his voice Spike jumped of. “This was a bad ideeeeeeeeeeeeeea...” he said, immediately regretting his decision as he found himself plummeting to the ground. Zecora reacted quickly and used a pair of tendrils that sprouted from the ground to grab Spike and put him down safely. “Thanks Z...” “Not now Spike.” She interrupted him, her eyes focused on the mound. “Zecora?” “Spike...” Imamu said. “Get in the cave.” “Guys what's wrong?” Spike asked a little shaken by the serious tone of Imamu. “NOW!” They both yelled, and Spike fell on all fours and ran towards the cave. Peeking from behind a stalagmite, he first looked at the two of them, then at the mound. With a violent explosion the dirt was thrown into the air. All that was left was Kirabo standing in the crater he created. As before his armor covered his chest and his left arm down to his fingers, a small piece of armor had also formed around his eye, covering a good part of the left part of his face, leaving only his eye, mouth and lower jaw uncovered. The right one was blank. From the back of his chestpiece two metallic spikes emerged before bending and starting to look like wing bones. In his left hand he held a new blade, it had a long hilt, so long that it seemed to be a two handed weapon. It’s grip was crimson, with light blue metallic rings, and a pommel of the same colour. Despite its long grip its cross-guard was short and thick, and it seemed to have a second cross-guard, two metallic spikes pointing away from the wielder. The blade was thicker than Kirabo’s rapier and about three times the size of the hilt. The entire sword was colored in shades of silver and blue, with the crimson being present just on the grip. Kirabo was levitating a few inches above the ground. Zecora was busy searching for something in her bag.