Not too far away from Valentine's team, Krim and his own group dashed through the forest. Giving chase to a group of threatened Ferals.
Each predator leapt and dodged branches. Letting the adrenaline flow through them like a natural, energy-borne creation. It thrilled them all. Something about hunting and being hunted excited each one.
Prexsis took the lead, breaking through the canopy to a long fall down. He grinned wider, embracing for impact as his men followed behind. It took no time for them to continue the hunt.
As for Krim, he took a second to recover from the fall. Shaking it off as he continued to step faster and faster until he was on par with the others. Albeit, a little bit faster.
Koroth flashed past them, wind expressed itself in sharp whistles. Cursing the rampaging Ferals in its own language.
Up ahead, one of the females bursted out in hysteric laughter. She adored the thrill, but she was running low on stamina. Her running came to a halt as she leapt up over the incoming group.
From the corner of Krim's eye, he noticed another Feral leapt up to greet her. He had a bent knee, ready to deliver a stomach-bursting kick straight to her abs.
He recognized something on the Feral, a leather strap with a plate of armor on the left breast. Noble Brute Strap, one of the pieces of armor he lucked out on this year.
The group divided, letting the alpha deal with the desperate female as they continued to stampede over to the other fleeting Ferals. Krim chuckled, encouraging him to go faster.
As they stormed through the valley, an entity crossed his arms. Watching from a safe distance under the cover of Syndicate Dust.
[Mmm. A Feral, an Alpha Male one, too. Scalers have been the closest we've gotten to utter movement domination. We have yet to experiment on one capable of doing so to a full extent.]
[Well, there's your chance. From what I can tell, Krim is capable of a Third Rule fit for movement. But of course, that's a choice for my masters. Not me.]
[Oh! What an idea - what an idea! Third Rule of Reality and Eight Rule of Reality, we should experiment now!]
Demon held open his hand, directing it towards Krim as he charged ever closer to the running Ferals. Through that gesture, the Third Rule marked Krim as a host and granted him the ability to push forth.
Energy and excitement filled the young alpha, causing his heart to pound harder than before. This was something the Nine noticed, watching carefully.
As more Scalers leapt over the skies to gain speed, Krim followed along. He leapt over his group, then dashed forward mid-air. Despite how exciting it felt, he was in his hunting mode.
Whatever happened while in that mode he would think about later. However, he did not stop using the ability. Before he touched the ground, Krim dashed upwards again then dodged forward.
Giving him a huge boost in speed, almost on-par with the fleeing Ferals. The shadow of a host washed over them as they tried to reach friendly territory in a village nearby.
To buy them time, a female jumped over a large boulder. Landing on the other side perfectly, then empowering herself to pick it up. Krim watched as the large rock flew towards him at high speeds.
No where to run, he accept the impact. Instead of dodging out of the way, he dodged into it. The boulder shattered on impact, he passed straight through it.
Surprising the female as he landed on the ground to regain his focus, then turning his attention to her. In response, the female unsheathed her claws and prepared for a fight.
Krim frowned in frustration, making it clear he did not want to play around with this female. He landed right in front of her, then geared up for another jump. Except he positioned his hands differently.
As he lifted up from the ground, his hands dug into the female's muscles across her stomach. She felt the pain as each finger moved around in her lower torso.
While she struggled to survive, Krim looked down at her body. Looking for any colors to signify where she belonged. And sure enough, her pants were red and purple.
To further drive home her loyalty, she had a red and purple drawing of an arrow pointing down with three circles above it right below her right breast. Seeing these things reminded Krim of who he was hunting for.
"You! What Legion do you bow to?!" Krim screamed over the whizzing winds.
"Suck the dirt off my feet... ikky-ak, (soft-tooth,)" she said with a grin.
Krim roared, letting her go mid-air. She crashed into the ground, where Krim followed behind. Something was off about his eyes, there was murder in them.
The female roared in response, she roared like she had never roared before. Feeling the burn in her lungs with every moment she held it.
"Ah, shut up!" he ordered.
He leapt up into the skies, then continued to dodge upwards until she was nothing more than a minor detail on the valley's green field below. Then he came down with full force.
Both fists came together to form a club, one that he used to bash her skull. The impact was powerful enough to send them both tumbling through a large chasm of a Thresher mega-family.
Yonies screamed and cried as they turned to run their separate directions if not dig themselves beneath the ground. While Yomies rushed through the chambers to arrive where they landed.
An odd eagerness to end whoever tumbled through filled their hearts, wanting to absolutely shatter them the second they see the intruders. Except they only saw Krim leaping and leaving.
What remained was a female Feral missing everything over the eyes. A sight that twisted their stomachs putrid, like seeing a horrific display.
While Krim continued on the hunt, the Nine and the entity watched from far away.
[Beautiful, an interesting creation. Let him keep the powers for now, they interest me deeply.]