It was complete pandemonium the night the caravan had met up with the Febran soldiers. The slaves had broken out and were fighting back against their captors. They would've had a chance to win too, were it not for the fact that the Febrans were there.
Arkham knew the soldiers would be too much for the slaves, so he put full effort into cutting down anyone he saw that wasn't a slave in the caravan. Slaves wore rough ragged clothes, so anyone else was bound to not be one.
"Aaaaaaghh!"
Most of the chaos was in fact caused by Arkham, his monstrous appearance struck deep at the hearts of the men he was fighting. He had just cut a man into three pieces and threw two of them at the guards running up, needless to say there was carnage everywhere Arkham went.
"Aaaaahh!!"
"W-w-what is this!?"
"P-please I don't want to di-aaaggh."
"This has to be a nightmare. Hahahahaha-agh."
When the slaves saw Arkham easily mow down the guards, they started to cheer since it gave them hope. With this monster on their side, they could actually win. Since their morale was high, the slaves were starting to approach the Febran's camp.
Arkham had been wastefully using his energy and now it looked like it was taking a toll. The piling bodies all had their souls floating above them, just waiting for Arkham.
With a quick snack, he was back to peak fighting ability again. Things were actually turning out pretty well, the caravan was overwhelmed so that meant the soldiers would be next.
The Febrans' military discipline and structured formations would prove a problem for Arkham.
They were not like the caravan guards who just relied on their strength, it was a good thing the soldiers were tired. Fatigue and fear of Arkham should give better odds to the slaves, who Arkham needed to break their ranks.
"Aaaaaa!"
"Aaarggghh!"
"Aaaaaaahh!"
The Febrans had started to use their spears to poke at the attacking slaves who mostly had the stolen swords from the caravan. They were not performing very well against the Febrans at all. Perhaps they were also tired from being locked up so long Arkham thought.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!"
Arkham had walked in front of the slaves when they started to retreat and screeched at the Febrans.
"Good lord! What is that!?"
"It's a monster! A demon!"
"It killed them! That had to be what killed the others!"
The Febrans were rattled and it took all their mental strength not to overcome their fear. But they hesitated for a moment and that's when Arkham had started to run forwards.
They tried their best to thrust their spears at Arkham but Arkham snapped several with his claws alone and swatted away others with his tail. As Arkham started to advance, the Febrans started to back up.
"It's getting closer! Men swap positions now!" Commander Ars shouted as his soldiers moved to the second phase of his plan.
'Hmph! So this was a trap? They didn't even see the slaves as a threat.' Arkham smiled internally as he was slowly being surrounded by spear men. He prepared to swing his tail again when the entire circle moved to impale him at once.
"Aaagh!" Arkham had finally received some injuries for the first time since becoming like this. His back was tough like a scorpion's but his front had softer armor just like a scorpion's bottom. The spear men had targeted his joints, which were any armored individual's weakness.
Arkham's injuries let out black smoke but no signs of blood could be seen. He needed to do something quick, someone with the power of the great generals could not die here so easily!
The soldiers were held together by their leader, so that's what Arkham was going to target.
Arkham took another step forward and was once again met with the spears, but this time he was ready for the pain. He threw himself backwards since the armor on his back was both harder and smoothly angled which caused the spears to slide off.
His stinger found the torso of a man behind him. After the man fell to the floor, Arkham used his outstretched tail to slam the people behind him.
"Back away now! Fill in the circle! Reform the formation!" The Commander continued to shout as the soldiers started to form a second and third circle behind the first circle trapping Arkham.
"Good plan." Arkham spoke to the Commander for the first time, their face twisted into a look of both horror and shock at Arkham's unearthly voice. "Too bad I'm not a mindless beast."
Arkham ran forward with his claws held up, protecting his front. The spear men moved forward again, this time Arkham fended off the spears in front of him. While their spears were still forward, Arkham pushed them aside and turned to reach towards them with his tail.
"Ahh! It's got me! It's got me!" The soldier said while flailing around violently waited in Arkham's tail.
Arkham wasted no time and crushed the wrapped man to death with his tail. Then using his momentum, he spun and threw the body in the direction the Commander was in.
The body had dropped two soldiers to the floor, allowing Arkham to sting one.
"Reform! Tighten and reinforce the front!" Ars shouted once more as his soldiers scrambled to obey.
Unfortunately, Arkham had decided to just abandon defense at this point. He was using everything he had to maintain his momentum and claw his way through the soldiers. He was starting to advance faster then Ars could give out orders.
Finally, while covered in multiple scratches on his armor, Arkham had coiled his tail around the Commander.
"Not bad, that held me off for far too long." Arkham said to Ars as he looked at him.
"Aarghh!" Ars screamed in pain as his body was being crushed.
With Ars, Arkham decided to try something new. The two small claws that were a part of Arkham's mouth parted and revealed a tunnel of razor sharp teeth to Ars.
"No!! Aaarrrrggghhhhh!!!"
Arkham tore Ars' head off and spat it aside, he didn't want to eat humans and fortunately he didn't need to. Ars' soul soon came out and Arkham ate that instead.