The Muse Gang

Chapter 16

Fred glanced at Kella and sighed softly, "Is there any way we could make it past that repulsion?"

Kella frowned in thought and shook her head. Still, she had something up her sleeves. Glaring at the enemy clan, she stated, "What if they tell us. I mean they were once victims of the repulsive field until they touched it right?" James announced happily, "Well we have the sensitive muse by our side. He helped us get through!"

His friends groaned in annoyance. But oh we smiled. He was really talkative, at least it was useful now.

Kella snickered, "Very good. Well unfortunately for you, you have the talkative muse on your side of the team. On the contrary, they have me; the smart one. At least now I know Harold's strong sensation can detect the tiniest moment that the idol takes to get the next wave of repulsive force ready. He must have gone through using that. Then he helped you all. Am I wrong?"

James shook his head, "You monster!"

Suddenly, the ten of them smirked and watched us in humor. I couldn't help but feel how belittling that was. And it just makes you wonder what they have in mind.

Their leader tucked her front hair behind her ears and asked, "Wait wait wait..." She laughed, "what do you guys plan to do?"

I shrugged and answered, "It seems one of you will have to help us touch Kuma. Even if it makes us members of the sinful race of muses who went close to it."

"And you really think we are going to do that," Asian eyes asked me.

I left the questions for our leader to take care of. School or no school, I hate answering questions.

Fred rasped, "Oh no we don't...." He smirked and continued, "We will make you. Since Kella has James in her custody, he could help us."

Amaya eyed Fred and dragged her glare to her elder brother, giving him a look that meant she was going to win as always, "And you really think we will stand and watch you do that.." She faced Justin, the strong one and commanded, "Get the idol. Let's leave."

Marshall replied to her glare, "Not on our watch."

To be honest, this Justin guy seemed built and strong for Marshall to handle. Or who was I kidding. My muse didn't even look disturbed.

Jordy Hardin watched us glare at each other with lethal motives and raised his hands in warning, "Woah woah woah. Almost like a fight is gonna happen. Just so you won't wreck things for me, do whatever you want outside the office." Marshall twisted his head and smirked wickedly, "Oh no. I'd suggest you rather leave."

Jordy was not aware a muse had said something. But after Marshall had said that, he made Jordy teleport to the doorway. Soon after that, the door shut him out; still Marshall's doing.

Justin, the strong one, strode towards Kuma. The fierce one on the other hand, could only fight from a distance due to the repulsive field.

Due to this, Marshall made a wall of spikes around the idol from where he stood. Justin saw this and scoffed at him, "Silly you. I don't need to touch it to take it. There is always teleportation." Marshall frowned and shook his head, "That's not the point."

My muse made some hand movements that made the idol float to any direction he wanted. And from what I saw, Justin was the main aim. The spiky wall surrounding Kuma clawed at the strong one's face, obeying Marshall's hand movements. Three long marks stretched from the base of Justin's eye to his jaw.

"Now that's my point," the fierce one stated. Make the idol vanish with you if you can."

This idea of my muse kept us at an advantage. The fallen posed for a fight with Marshall. And that was going to be very bad for us.

Fred ordered, "Everybody! Link energies!"

Four muses from my gang linked energies with the fallen muses. Fred stayed as a backup. Clara had Amaya, Clinton with Evelyn, Chris had Harold and Kella was already with James. The main fun had just begun. "You imbeciles," Amaya screamed.

They struggled to let go but my crew just increased the intensity of the bond.

Meanwhile, Marshall and Justin kept on exchanging lethal glares. No one cared about the idol any longer because they had just gotten mad at annoying opponents. Although my muse still used the idol to pierce Justin now and then, the injuries healed instantly.

Justin looked pretty angry. In retaliation, he widened his eyes at Marshall. Some kind of force pushed my muse back and made him crash into the wall, making a deep depression.

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My muse groaned in pain and struggled to get up. He eyed Justin and panted, "I've had enough of you."

Just then, Marshall pounced on him, making them crash into the glass table. He sat on him and hit him severally on his face. Justin screamed and kicked him away. It took only his eyes to make the sofa in the office float its way towards Marshall forcefully. My muse found out a little bit late. Somehow, he could still snap his fingers, making the sofa vanish just before it crashed into him. Wherever he took Jordy Hardin's sofa to, we couldn't explain to the man. This pair was not the only one involved in a fight.

Clara took Amaya's stare as rude and gave her a slap. Amaya rolled her eyes and punched her in the face. Clara paused in anger, twisted her neck, glowered at her opponent and jumped on her with a scream. You know I was expecting something hot after that. Instead, as seen in every lady fight, there was a series of hair pulls.

Now.... Clinton.

As usual, he eyed Evelyn with a flirty look on his face. She was calm, well just until he winked.

Just then, bad ass haircut glanced at a vase. Now it was time for telekenesis. She made it aim at his balls and hit it with all force she got.

Clinton placed his hands over them and fell on his knees in pain, "You little bitch. How dare you?!"

I could almost feel the pain myself. It was his turn now. He stretched out his arm and twisted it quickly. A small chair came from his opponent's side and knocked her off balance. She fell flat in anger.

The cheeky one seemed to laughed in satisfaction, "Hah! Crazy girl! Who's the winner now?"

Evelyn looked up at him and groaned, kicking his legs so hard he fell as well, just at her side. Just there, she smiled in bigger satisfaction.

Clinton however sighed, "Oh brother."

Kella had James across her thighs, spanking his bottom happily. He just groaned with every hit.

My favorite pair of ghost fighters was Chris and Harold. The evil one, as evil as he could be, just used his mind to move Harold from one end of the room to the other, hitting and breaking everything sharp. Harold couldn't even get a chance to act back. And Chris.... He was eating Jordy's chips while he did that. There was no one who followed his nature like Chris did.

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We hosts just watched them in excitement, standing not knowing what to do. I glanced at Alfred at the other end of the office. I watched him sadly for a while until he returned the stare. Then I looked away.

Fred patted my shoulder and sighed, "Sorry kid. I understand how hard this is for you."

I snickered, nodding sadly, pretending I was fine with having my family as an enemy, "No problem. No matter who someone is to you, you have to put them in their place when they are wrong huh."

Silence fell on the clan again and we watched the disorder continue.

Anthony walked to the Frontline of the whole war and turned to Fred and I, "So we just stand here orrr..?"

Fred smirked and raised a finger, "Not quite."

He made a whirling movement with his hands that made six water guns appear from nothing before our very eyes. Each of us treated ourselves with one.

"Have fun kids," Fred said while he put out his hands and smiled at the fallen hosts.

We laughed and got the idea. Aiming at the human part of the fallen, we smirked and shot carelessly. From the looks of it, these water guns never got empty. And how crazy was it that we could derive such joy from getting the clothes of our opponents wet, fuck punching and fighting. This was way cooler.

When their muses saw the madness, they felt they could do the same. Picking a moment out of their fights, they created similar weapons for their hosts as well for them to retaliate. And now we were even. As I shot at Asian eyes, I felt water wet my torso like wave on a beach. Then my hair, and nose, then ear. This did not stop me from shooting back. I know you can. imagine the amount of fun in this.

Prrrrr!! Water kept on flying and getting everyone and everything wet. From one side of the office, to the other side, and back.

Just then, the door felt flat open and Jordy panted angrily after being forced to break his door down. His frustration turned into something unreadable when he looked around his office. The disorder had stopped now and we all lost our guard. Staring fearfully at him, we joined him to analyze the damage we had done to the place. Compression in the wall, wet files and Arabian rugs, crashed table, no sofa and broken glasses that Chris had used Harold for.

He closed his eyes and screamed, "My office!" Opening his eyes and looking at our innocent faces, he shouted once more, "Ahhhh. Everyone out now! Take your idol and leave!"

Both teams had lost their guard, but the fallen regained theirs first. I still don't know why villains always have the advantage. Our lack of concentration had loosened the bond we had on the fallen. Now they were free, they vanished, taking the idol with them.

I felt the worst emotion ever. This just rendered all our pride and hard work tonight useless. We actually thought this was the big, last fight. But no! They escaped, once again, right under our noses. I was not the only host disappointed in the muses. Edna and the rest groaned and bowed sadly.