WARRIORS OF THE STORM, PART THREE

LET THE THUNDER STRIKE! The Boy's trunk stretched even more as Luke's ejaculation doubled in intensified up his left nostril and Sampson's and the younger Samuel's did the same up his right, and it trumpeted even more as he gave a roar with his mouth and both echoed throughout The Fortress of Thunder as he shot mountains of semen up Luke's trunk and all of the other couples did as close as their partners' nostrils could take up each others. Roars and trumpets erupted from every mouth and every trunk, and snouts and extremely big noses did the best they could to imitate their companions' larger nostrils' sounds. “Let The Thunder Strike!” roared The Boy. “Let The Thunder strike!” Luke and the rest of them all echoed. The roars and trumpets and smaller nostrils' noises flew throughout The Fortress of Thunder, filling every room with its deafening boom and roar. Then it all flew through the huge double doors of The Fortress of Thunder and out into the Convention Center where the battle still raged between the still living Thunder Boys and the remaining forces of hate and violence. * * * “LET THE THUNDER STRIKE! Joshua, blow your trumpet,” cried Matt's voice. Suddenly, at the same moment, a huge trumpet blast emanated from the exact opposite side of the convention center as Matthew's voice and Thunder roared louder than ever from all directions. Then the walls of the Convention Center named Jericho began to crumble and collapse inward. “ONE MORE TIIME!” came the voice o The Boy from within The Fortress of Thunder and Matthew's voice from without simultaneously. People were trying to flee, but The Fortress of Thunder blocked the main exit and walls of lightning blocked all of the others. Gun shots and canon fire rang out, but to no avail. People threw rocks, spears, fists, and anything else they could find, but all in vain. Suddenly, the Thunder flew from The Fortress of Thunder and the hands of all of the still living Thunder Boys who suddenly reappeared totally surrounding the inside of the convention center. Then, all of The Thunder Bolts, roars, trumpets, snorts and other noises from within and without of The Fortress of Thunder came together and merged into a tremendous ball of Thunder right over the center of the arena and then flew straight downward. * * * The ball of Thunder struck the ground right at the center of the arena and then expanded outward, spreading over the whole of the ground and then up into the stands. All of The Thunder Boys raised both hands, gave the loudest exhalation they could with whatever size nasal apparatus they possessed, then vanished as a great boom rocked the whole of the arena and expanded outward far in every direction as blinding blasts of lightning flashed all around and the sound of a tremendous explosion rocked the land for miles in every direction. * * * When the light faded enough to see by, The Fortress of Thunder and all who had spent any time within it, living or dead, had vanished. Only a dark, huge in circumference and seemingly bottomless hole remained where the entire convention center of the 2016 Republican National Convention had stood.