Chapter 2

Ma’jiel was the first to see her. Ma’jiel had been fighting fiercely but was growing weary as the battle continued. Even in the heat of the fight, she found her eyes scanning the hilltops, searching for the comfort she knew was up there somewhere, the comfort she knew would appear at just the right time. Even in the heat of battle, she could see others scanning the hillside.

Then she saw the motion, atop one of the hillsides, her eyes kept falling back on. One moment, the hillside was barren; the next, she saw the slim, athletic figure rushing down the hill effortlessly towards the battlefield. She saw the figure raise one arm without breaking stride, three bolts of static electricity leaping from her fingers and striking three of the enemy, felling them. Again, without breaking stride, she raised her other arm, seven bolts of static electricity feeding seven more of the enemy.

The woman was as striking as her legend. Her short, dark hair waved easily through the air as she gracefully twirled around, sending more bolts across the battlefield, the enemy falling with each strike. Ma’jiel could see Ni’hil’s squinted eyes dancing around the battlefield, seemingly picking out targets, sending them to their graves.

A second wind caught Ma’jiel as she stood, ran, and expertly swung her weapons at the first two she encountered, sending them all to their graves in a split second. Many of her allies saw the same and did the same.

For the enemy, the battle had been lost when Ni’hil was sighted. Already, many were laying down their arms. The battle was over only minutes after the first bolts left Ni’hil’s fingers. Arms clattered to the battle floor, hands rose to the sky, heads bowed.

Ni’hil stood astride over her last fallen, an enemy general, surveying the field. She removed the two devices, putting them into her pocket, and their jobs finished.

Ma’jiel stood astride over her last fallen, not an enemy general but a commander, two hundred yards from Ni’hil. She could not tear her eyes from the other woman, so lovely and powerful in a field of horror and ugliness.

“You,” Ni’hil said softly, yet loudly enough to be heard. “You will do.”

Ma’jiel’s heart leapt into her throat as she realized the words were directed at her. With confidence she did not feel, she strode over to the hero, who had now moved to a part of the field empty of any warrior bodies.

Ni’hil stood on the field, tall and proud, witnessing the woman approaching her with a smile of satisfaction at her choice. Her hands were folded behind her back, her legs still spread apart as if she were still astride an enemy general.

Ma’jiel stopped a couple of feet short of Ni’hil, allowing herself to drink in the beauty of the warrior hero, bending her knees and bowing her head at a short curtsy before dropping to her knees in front of Ni’hil.

For a brief second, Ma’jiel looked at the treasure bestowed before her, a slight hint of wetness peeking between her lips. With a gentle sigh, Ma’Jiel leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and covering Ni’hil’s pussy with wet licks.