He is now a the foot of the Hoping Hills, land of bulls. While the bears have shown nothing but aggressiveness towards our hero, the bulls have shown sympathy for our furry hero. Here is the thing about bulls, MOST (but not all) bulls are optimists, like A LOT, and they love to express their enthusiasm to whomever wants to hear, and well, ahem... even whomever doesn't want to hear. Those good lads have a tendency to act impulsively and therefore can become unpredictably reckless. In these parts, we call these hopeless hopers 'Bulltards'. Would he encounter one, Bit would probably be subject to such recklessness.
Let's hope for the best...
The hills are populated with various bull cities. Badger will most likely visit a few in search of the road to his final destination (the moon of course ;))
unless he decides to avoid entirely the hills and go around through the low pass.
Onwards Bit, may the bulls that help you lead you in the right direction
Finally i'd like to say that despite the foundations of these drawings are based on actual technical indicators, they're just no showing. If you're curious, I like to rely on moving averages (50,200 and 314), ichimoku and td.
next update will be about badger!
Decided to gather his strength and stay warm, Bit headed downhill until he found a safe place to camp. There, at the crease of two hills, the wind gods have little to discuss. He pulled out his tent and lit a campfire. Finally able to rest for a moment, he took more time to reflect on the battle with the bear, his journey, and his talisman. Was it really a fragment from the moon? What power did it contain?
As time passed, Badger started wondering if that storm would ever slow down. The honey badger knows patience, he'd wait up until 10,500ish if he must. Longer than that, and he'd think about taking a much longer, less desirable detour heading south.
Come on storm... take your leave
"It's not too late" whispered a voice. Did he just hear that? He looked around... no one in sight. "It may have been the wind", he thought
- Storm Leech: "Yess, I am the wind", whispered the voice
- Bit: "Who are you?" Badger said, still trying to figure out where the voice was coming from
- Storm Leech: "I am the Nobuaki, the storm leech. I came to fulfill my mission."
- Bit: "What do you want from me, Storm leech?"
- Storm Leech: "I want your esssence."
As Nobuaki words were spoken, a lightning bolt stroke with a deafening sound. Our hero felt an intense pain in his back. it seemed like his energy was being drained from him. He fell over the cliff...
All claws out, Bit held onto whatever was at hand. A rock, dirt, a branch! He was saved! at least for now, and with all what was left of his strength he managed to climb back to the edge of the cliff. Nobuyaki was still there, looking intensely with its empty eyes at badger struggling and a grin on his face.
Badger stood up, wounded but not beaten.
- Bit: "Is that all you got leech?" He was fuming. The leech didn't move.
All claws out, Badger charged towards the Storm leech
Bit had a flashback. He remembered that voice. He remembered the pain that came with it. Yes, He had encountered the wraith before, in the darkest hour of his journey, at Mount Gox. He wished he would have all forgotten about his defeat.
But here it was, the ghost of Karpales had come back to haunt him. That leech, Nobuaki, was just another shape that the necromancer's spirit was using to materialize in this world.
Bit was furious, he felt his thirst for revenge running through his blood pumping in his clenching fists. He thrusted forward. One strike, two strikes... passing through the wraith's immaterial shape. Useless, the storm leech was impervious to badger's mighty blows. In return, a lightning shocked badger, throwing him once again down to ground, close to the edge.
Nobuaki extended his aetheral hands. Electric bolts dropped from the clouds into his palms, forming a ball of energy. The wraith was gathering power for a lethal blow.
if the charge reached 10k, it would be powerful enough to throw our brave hero over the cliff.
Badger had to sop him now. Resilient, he stood up, ready to pounce.