Trusty shovel in hand, the octo-man conjured another circle in the center of his palm. A brilliant shade of purple materialized in the lad’s palm before a darkness drenched tendril made its exodus towards the woman. Another manifested just as quickly, robbing the man of his power. Before either of them could react to the magical taint Obasi attacked. With the butt of the shovel as a battering ram, he hit the woman square in the face. Before she knew it she’d been knocked unconscious on the ground with a bloody nose. Confident that he could end this fight quick Obasi slammed the shovel over the head of the fat man. He wobbled a little, clearly stunned by the youth’s actions, but was still in the fight. His counterattack was a vicious left hook that sent Obasi flying to the ground. “Ok, that was bad.” Words mixed with blood as they exited his mouth, but he didn’t give up. When the man went to follow up with another attack Obasi again used the butt of the shovel. This time not in the man’s face like with the woman, but his neither regions. Predictably, he too was felled by Obasi’s impressive shovel-fu.
Shortly thereafter more troops loyal to Cassia showed up to fight the resistance. The battle was fairly short lived and Obasi was commended for his actions, but all he wanted to do was leave, which he did.
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