Early that next day, Kas called Trijunn and Vildix to his side. Dawn only begun to tear through the night sky when all three Variants came together.
Trijunn's confidence roared to life as he drifted his hand over his chest. He felt every wound and muscle, along with the memory of the draw between him and Risk.
The Feral sat on top of a wooden crate stationed outside the War Room. Deliveries from all parts of Imbushko arrived the night before.
A helmet wrapped under gold chains rested in his hands. Vildix silently studied his shattered reflection on the chains.
"Glad you two made it," Kas' raspy voice cut through the early morning silence. "Today, we halt the advance of Infinus' rampage. And push them back."
Trijunn crossed his arms. "If those Ferals will be there, my own would enjoy a small little rumble with them."
"Our goal doesn't involve more than three Variants," Kas quickly shot back.
Vildix grinned. "I like that. A real challenge for a real beast of war. When do we take flight?"
Kas stepped aside, allowing them to get a better view at the arena looming in the distance. "As soon as we get to the arena."
Trijunn hopped off the crate. The gravel dug into his bare feet, making him wide awake in an instant. He chirped the last remaining bits of drowsiness off, downplaying his predator instincts.
Both elites followed the leading Kas. A trio of mountain-crushing tyrants set out to reclaim their border.
***
A single decorated Sky Beast crushed the world below its mighty talons. Golden banners hung from all four wings, projecting the Light Legion's confidence.
"Infinus took down Stronghold Tiv?" Kas' voice roared out to his warriors.
A lowly elite by the name of Visser bowed his head while stepping towards the Sky Beast. "I'm afraid we're next."
"No, we are here to change that," Vildix commented. "We refuse to allow a much smaller Legion handle us."
"I'll rally our - "
"No. You will stay here and continue your day normally. No interference," Kas ordered.
That response stunned Visser. But he didn't question it nor doubt Kas' force. He has seen him manhandle Cemtrin like nothing, an army was nothing to him.
"Open the gates! Kas, Vildix, and Trijunn are heading through," Visser howled the order.
In seconds, the gates parted from each other. Heavy duty ropes pulled them inwards, revealing the fine fields of grass that led to a ledge where Yarno would claim any visitors.
All three Variants marched forward, armor weighed them down as they caused the earth to quake. They pressed onwards, preparing to confront Infinus head on.
-Early noon, same day-
Trijunn chuckled. "Infinus! Infinus! Savage creatures damned!"
Vildix popped his helmet into place. The sound of shifting chains clashed against the wrapped chest. A melody he learned to adore as time progressed.
"Do we let them come to us? Or should we go to them?" Vildix asked.
Kas detached a blunt axe from his waist. The smooth edges waited for a neck to grapple while the body barely hung onto its life after all those years of use.
"It's called a confrontation for a reason. On my stride," Kas ordered.
They confidently walked to the Infinus Legion, who were well aware of the incoming threat.
Trijunn leapt up to the skies, giving a clear shot to all archers standing below. In order to rival the incoming Feral, Kellenas went up to greet him.
Jakery's armor sprung to life as electrical surges pulsed through his body. Turning his small frame into a bane for the Light Legion.
He disappeared in a flash of blinding light. While Decka barked orders to the warriors.
Trijunn's knee struck Kellenas' forehead. The sound of a harsh hit rung as they connected. Stunning Kellenas.
Arrows flew to stop him. Trijunn quickly grabbed Kellenas' hair and forced him to his level. Forcing arrows to drive themselves into Kellenas' back.
"AGH! You damn creature!" Kellenas howled in pain.
Not wanting to hear any of it, Trijunn tightly gripped his neck and allowed gravity to do the rest.
Few warriors were crushed by the impact of two Alpha Males, some others were knocked off their balance. And those that weren't in the impact radius drew their weapons.
A Cemtras unleashed a fear inducing roar, stunning its masters and warriors alike. It charged at the downed Trijunn.
He heard the warning, he heard the footsteps. Even felt the world shake as a towering beast stormed towards him. So he accepted the challenge.
Using two powerful legs, Trijunn launched himself up to the Cemtras' face. A balled up fist drilled its bottom jaw, he quickly opened his hand to anchor himself in place.
Trijunn landed on the top of its head, the sound of a heated battle and howling winds played a type of song he was very familiar with.
A storming fist came down to drive the Cemtras' head down. It lifted one arm over its head, reaching for the attacker. Trijunn dropped down to the shoulder and grabbed the forearm.
The Cemtras felt the little Feral. It reached over to him using its other arm. And that's when Trijunn decided to break a bone.
He jumped back after making sure both arms kept him in place, then he crushed the elbow with his knees. Sending the Cemtras roaring in rage and anger.
It lost all of its domestication. Every order, master, ally, everything went out of its mind. All it cared about was staying alive. So it began pounding everything around it.
Sending all other Cemtrin into a specific trick their masters taught them: taking out a fellow Cemtras. They all lashed out at the rogue creature.
By the end, Trijunn dashed away from the group. Leaving the beast to dismember one of their own.
He tackled a nearby defender, rolling back on his feet during the process. Except for his victim. Their entire upper body remained on the ground, struggling to break free.
Trijunn hysterically laughed watching the defender scatter for control of their body. He got a tighter grip to the lower half of their back, then folded their body.
Spine cracked, instantly paralyzing the victim. And soon, they were dead.
"WHO ELSE WANT'S IT?" Trijunn manically challenged everyone.
In an instant, four warriors jumped to combat him. A battle he was ready for.
Trijunn caught an incoming pike in his grasp. As the wielder tried to tear it away, he effortlessly bent the weapon.
A ferocious sword swept in for a cut, but only grazing the side of his face. The blade whizzed barely missed him, but the wound was fresh. Luring out the first part of his Rule.
A murderous red aura clouded his body, making Trijunn seem like a divine deity from hell itself. Moments later, Trijunn stomped his foot and the aura broke into millions of shards.
Each shard dug themselves into the armor of the warriors around. Piercing their armor, but not their skin. Trijunn wielded the aura in his right hand, winding up to deliver a devastating blow to the side of a warrior's helmet.
Upon contact, the aura shattered and bits made their way through the small openings on the helmet. Lodging themselves inside eyes and mouths.
While in his new condition, Trijunn tore a chest plate off an enemy before driving it into the skull of another warrior. He then grabbed their sword and spun around to finish off the warrior behind him.
Another pike came in for to hopefully puncture a wound on Trijunn's body. But his senses were heightened. The bonuses of being a Third Rule's host kicked in.
Instead of tanking the blow, Trijunn ducked his head. Then sent a hard punch for the wielder's chin, dazing them long enough for him to yank their arm into the path of an incoming axe.
The weapon cut the warrior's arm off, allowing Trijunn to use it as a blunt weapon to stun the secondary attacker with. He swung it with enough force to cause them to stumble back.
Giving him enough time to kick the warrior into the path of a charging Vildix. A large, double-handed blade penetrated their chest as the elite lifted the corpse over his head like a sick trophy.
"Take care of those other Cemtrin," Vildix ordered.
Trijunn dashed towards them without a second thought. Leaving his ally in his stead.
Vildix slammed his weapon down, flinging the body off. Two defenders approached him, shields ready for punishment.
In response, Vildix simply readied his sword and swung it at the shields. The blade dug itself inside the metal barriers, allowing its owner to rip it away.
Two shields flew across the battlefield, seriously injuring anyone that was unlucky enough to get caught in their wake.
After their defenses were dealt with, Vildix rose his weapon and drove it down onto the shoulder of a defender. The entire weapon pinned them against the ground below, effectively killing them in the process.
But leaving some of the blade outside. Vildix used his hands to tear the helmet off the second defender, exposing their startled face. He grabbed the back of his head and then forced their head to crash into the exposed blade.
Vildix stomped on the knee of the first defender and forced his weapon free. The crimson tainted blade proudly consumed its meal as its master watched in awe.
Until he felt the air around him get warmer, and the skies get brighter. He looked up to see a Pyroatic Weaver falling from the skies.
It roared in agony as its life faded away, slowly like its fall. Embers rained below it, making Vildix feel the true passion of battle.
He winded his weapon before throwing it like a spear. It traveled until it penetrated the body of one Variant and caught the unlucky one behind it.
Vildix charged towards them. His hand reached for the handle. The elegant metals from chains and weapon clanked together as he spun around and freed the weapon.
Everyone was trying to escape the Pyroatic Weaver's burning corpse. But time was running out. And the opportunity to end several Variants was running thin.
So Vildix knew his next goal: forcing fleeing victims to stop moving.