Chapter 9 Day 12 Part 2: To Have A Second Chance

• The Art of War, that’s what Heron was very skillful at. He was good at confusing his enemies. He was good at putting them in their knees. However, he was the one who was brought in his knees when lightning coming from the spear bridged and radiated all over his body. As a result, lacerations of what looked like X marks appeared in his skin. It bled profusely, no hint of stopping at all. Consequently, it drained him of his energy; finding it difficult for him to focus on the danger ahead.
• Panting, Caym felt the blades lodged deeply in his flesh. He would have been very worried about them but he was too distracted with his assumed victory, looking at Heron with a victorious air. “Now look who’s kneeling,” he spoke, voice ragged and rough. He poised to deliver the final blow, laughing maniacally, but then Heron released a blinding light.
• What happened next were their positions reversed. The President was lying; his head making a deep crack of the marble floor and his limbs were spread apart. Heron was panting too, but was holding the spear ready for the end.