Rue's eyes widened as she stood paralyzed by the creature with two giant wings flying down towards her. Its two green glowing eyes cut through the darkness of the night sky before anything else on its body. The nearby flames on the upper floors of buildings whipped back from the mighty gale of its wings. Sharp claws from its two front arms glistened green from the fire as they reached out to her with an ear-piercing cry from its mouth.
Rue's ears got numb as she watched her life flash before her eyes. Its mouth ripped apart wide to let out another shriek. It was from a shimmer of light that zipped through the space between them slicing away its front claws. Red blood spurted from the amputated limbs.
It got her to blink and move from her frozen state. Powerful gushes of wind blasted at her as the creature flew backward with missing front limbs.
Within a split second two sharp-headed spears ripped through to the other side of the creature's body and it let out another shriek.
Two fierce-looking eyes behind a face mask appeared in front of Rue just when two other Meras sitting on top of tall legged orsols armed with bows, arrows, and spears came up behind.
Orsols were used for quick transportation throughout the kingdom and were fast. As such, they were mostly used for the speedy commute as opposed to carrying loads.
The masked Mera that stooped down before her blocked her off from the creature before she could see what became of it. They were black-caped Fronteras wearing an odd face mask with a connecting nose tube. It was for blocking out the Jedposa.
By those long bushy eyebrows above cold unshaken eyes and the harsh grab onto one of her arms pulling her to stoop down behind a pair of metal barrels, she assumed it was a male.
Rue finally came to her senses that it was dangerous to be standing out in the open. She coughed from the dust particles that sprung up as she stooped to one side of the container with the warrior.
Once they were out of the open, he shouted to her from behind the mask to create a stealth-energy field the best she could and he would escort her to the nearest underground bunker for safety.
Those words got her hands to clench into a tight fist. She wanted to fight. The feel of only her bare skin in the middle of her palms caused her to look down at her empty hands.
She had let go of her daggers out of fear. Her unbelieving eyes looked at her empty palms as a ball of weakness carved into her gut.
She almost died back there. When the time came for her to strike she didn't. She was disappointed with the reality. Fighting these monsters was silly and was not for her. The Zunbera-xefi was for the brave and she was not.
He pointed to the bunker so Rue could fix onto its location. It was a metal square door with a handle that seemed to lay flat on the ground in front of a building. The way the door shimmered brightly from the flames, no doubt it was made of silver. Werewolves hate silver.
The average Mera could only maintain a stealth energy field when completely still and focussed. However, from her five years of training, it was expected she had mastered maintaining one during motion as well. All those wasted times trying to spark her telekinesis hit her with a shiver of guilt. She regretted not practicing more. "Dammit!" she thought.
She nodded to the Mera and said with a hoarse voice, "I will try."
Other Meras in black capes from the Frontera and some in dark red uniforms from Zunbera-xefi arrived on more orsols. The hard hoofs kicked into the earth as they speed past them through the street. One with a horn began to blow that same series of short honks followed by a long steady one just like she heard earlier.
Rue made her stealth energy field and just as she thought there were parts of fabric from her sleeves out in the open. Without wasting another second, she and the warrior both ran off towards the bunker.
They had to stop when something came crashing through the roof of a building on their left and landed on the lower floor. Through the doorless entrance, they saw the beast as it sprung up from the blazing rubble with its body engulfed in flames.
The warrior's hand held tighter onto Rue's arm as it rushed out with a high-pitched shriek from pain running around in circles and knocking over barrels. It was a Werewolf.
Rue's claws came out at the sight of one of those beasts but the warrior continued to tug her along
Movement in the air caused her to look up. She was able to glimpse the flying creatures that roamed the sky more clearly. They were brown, thick-skinned, winged creatures that held the Werewolves in the air as they flew above buildings allowing them to drop a black flammable liquid down below from glass bottles.
That was why mostly the top of buildings was lit with fire she thought. These winged species were working for the Werewolves. They're the reason there was no alarm from the Fronteras because they flew here. There wasn't any evidence to track since they traveled above ground.
The Meras used bows with arrows, daggers, and spears to aim at their targets in the air. One got hit causing it to let go of a Werewolf that fell right into a fire and ran out dancing in flames. Another upon falling on the ground sprung back up, began running on all fours, and attacked by ripping off the head of an orsol between its jaws.
When it set its direction towards the both of them, she felt her heart stop.
The warrior pushed her away to fall onto her arms while he held a spear at the beast that leaped off the ground.
Rue's vision got dizzy and everything spun as she tried to get back to her feet. She looked behind over her right shoulder to see when two clawed hands flew down from the air above the warrior and grabbed hold onto both his shoulders. His feet lifted off the ground but he aimed his spear at the creature above ignoring the Werewolf running towards him. It jumped from its hind legs and lodged its front claws into his chest right before enclosing his head between both its jaws.
"Noooo!" she screamed out before it snapped his head off. Tears ran down her cheeks.
The thought of the bunker that was so close flew from her mind. This pointless bloodshed. Riddled with rage, she pushed herself from the ground and her eyes twitched the second the oversized mutt laid its eyes on her.
Another portrait of her mother flashed before her eyes. She wanted no more of this. A sudden return of strength and a cleared mind allowed her to grab a dagger one in each hand from her back. She spun the blades around her fingers so the poison flowed down from the glass tube to coat the sharp edges.
She threw both daggers at its head. Its two front claws slapped them away before they could make an impact. It went on all fours to rush at her.
Oddly Rue did not freeze in fear this time. Her head was clear enough to remember she had to avoid getting scraped by those claws.
She grabbed the wooden cover of a barrel nearby to shield herself. It leaped at her before its two front claws stabbed the lower parts of the shield held up to her face. She felt the weight free from her hands the second the bottom part got torn from her shield. Rue lost her balance and started to fall back onto her chainmail sack of sharp daggers.