A nightmarish scream woke the entire camp. The fear inducing scream instantly sent everyone into a state of survival.
Jakery was the first one up, he tried to clear his vision before the encounter with whoever was responsible for the attack. Until a glossy black figure caught him.
"You caught that Feral for me to get revenge? You shouldn't have!" a raspy voice spoke to him.
Demon transformed his left hand into a sharp point. He quietly laughed as he prepared to drive the hand into Risk's chest.
"So you did tame a Distorted... how odd. Well, you're about to lose it and our loyalty!" Risk growled.
Jakery fought off Demon's grip, then stepped between the two Variants. "Wait, wait, don't fight! Listen, this is my brother. He survived a Distorted attack and now he's like this. And Demon, this is our new ally. He didn't know!"
Risk kept his stance. One by one, Murmosa Ferals got up and stood beside their Alpha Male. But he stopped them from engaging.
"Keep your Distorted hands away from my Ferals, and we won't have a problem. Is that understood?" Risk warned the Distorted.
"I won't wish harm on any of you if you pledge loyalty to my brothers. Although I'd have to check if it's true or not..." Demon forced his hand onto Risk's head. "Memories... thoughts... emotions... so fresh, so clean."
Risk broke out from the induced Distorted trance. His hands felt the back of his head for any injuries, but he was healthy. As if nothing ever happened.
He ignored Demon's odd comments and prepared his pack to continue their fight.
***
Now outside the next city, Infinus examined their next target. While they were scouting, the defending Light Legion warriors detected them and unleashed a furious volley of projectiles.
Arrows dug themselves into the ground around them. Meanwhile, explosions lit up the menacing sky.
Pyroatic Weavers and Sky Beasts dodged the earth shaking explosives. But those below weren't so lucky.
Infinus and former Light Legion warriors got hit and killed. Elites ran to assess injuries and rescue who they could. But retreating would be suicide, especially with the amount of punishment they were receiving.
"HEY DECKA! CAN YOU PROVIDE COVER WHILE I HELP BRING THE INJURED TO SAFETY?!" Jakery called out over the chaos.
Decka attached the shield to his back, then turned around to help Jakery with his goal. Risk ran underneath Decka to take in what was happening, then a sinister smile crept on his face.
Risk took a deep breath, then ran out of cover. He was aware making trips to save lives would be difficult, so he choose the next best option: to take a risk for a reward.
"Hey, who the hell are you?" Hazen contacted Risk through his mind.
"Huh? Little voice in my mind won't deter me. Get away!" he refused the question.
Hazen scoffed, then connected to Jakery. "Hey, good news. I tapped into the mind of an elite, and sounds like they are moving towards that city. Your full team is coming to help!"
Jakery silently celebrated. "Alright, we're going to stand here and fight. You'll see why in a few minutes. Just trust me."
Decka nodded, then dropped to one knee. He reattached the shield to his gauntlets and prepared for a heated battle.
Meanwhile, Risk effortlessly closed the distance between them and the gates of the city. His mind was set on blowing a hole and leading a solo Wild Hunt against those inside.
Arrows rained down around him at a faster pace, they were aware of the mentally insane Feral attempting to change the tide.
Risk jumped forward then rolled, he used the momentum from the roll to power his next jump. The gap was getting closer and closer by the second.
Until he finally made it to the gates. Archers attempted to look over the edge for a clean bolt on the Feral, but he was well aware of this factor too. So Risk moved with haste.
"Wee little popper out!" Risk sung to himself. "Take the fast route! Then place down about..."
He punched the wooden gates, breaking the wood enough for a small explosive to fit between some cracks. "Now... TURN AROUND AND SHOUT!!!!"
Risk took off running. His cheerful shouting caught the attention of every archer hoping to get a clean shot on a target. Then... an explosion went off.
"DARNAVIK!!! (CHARGE!!!)" Risk yelled.
Murmosa Ferals howled in unison, then broke into a wild sprint across the field. A stampede of white and gold leg armor and boots led the push forward.
Then another Feral ordered his pack. "DARNAVIK BUSHOTO OMNK! (CHARGE BEHIND THEM!)" Kellenas ordered.
The Eterra pack stomped behind them. With the sound of Kellenas' courage roar following their path.
Hizentre and Quill's Thawed tried their best to keep up with the more agile Ferals. Quill's new armor weighed him down even more, making it difficult to keep up.
But Hizentre was a different case. Jakery noticed he wasn't wearing much armor, but had zero injuries on his body. Something very odd considering he was fighting Light Legion warriors earlier as well.
When arrows got close to Hizentre, he hardened his whole body to make it nearly impossible for the arrow to sink into his sink. He chuckled as he nonchalantly walked up to the city.
A battalion of Light Legion warriors formed outside, their weapons ready for the incoming slaughter. Something Jakery had to take advantage of.
He quickly caught up to the Ferals, and made his way to the front of the line. Both of his daggers were hot in his hands, waiting for their first victim.
Kellenas roared one more time, pumping pure adrenaline and courage through his body.
Then he leapt into the battalion. He landed on a metal shield, something he used to aid him on his next move. Jakery stabbed down on a Light Legion warrior's head, killing him instantly.
He pulled the shield backwards, blocking a pike of another warrior. The tip of the weapon caught itself inside a small hole on the middle of the shield.
Jakery grabbed the weapon and pushed the shield forward, sending the other sharp end of the pike into its original wielder. He turned his attention to the busy warriors around him.
They vigorously fought to keep the incoming Ferals and Thawed at bay. Jakery charged himself with electricity, then an idea crept into his mind.
He focused all of his energy into his hand. All the power burned his armor, but he still continued. Then Jakery unleashed the energy.
A beam of focused electricity effortlessly broke through anything in front of it. But Jakery wasn't experienced enough to control it and keep it going for much longer.
Decka ran up beside Jakery. "Hey, look at that beauty up there!"
That's when Jakery realized the volley of arrows and explosions stopped. He turned his head to look above and saw an elite watching them, her fiery smile welcomed the invading forces.
"Who's that?" he whispered to Decka.
"That's my Quinn! Hot one, she is. Hey Quinn! Mind telling your group to stand down?" Decka asked his lover.
Quinn dropped down and unleashed a heatwave around her. "This should stop them. My apologies for being so late, had to move here once I heard the outpost was cleared out and had to take out the elite stationed here too."
"Keep that pretty smile up and that's enough to repay me a thousand times over. This is Jakery, the leader of this Legion!"
Jakery sighed. "What's up with all the betrayals?" he muttered.