Cyclone drew a deep breath, getting ready to blow the incoming threat away. Ferals began to howl and roar at the threat, they didn't know what to do next.
As for the rest of Infinus, they knew this would be a tough fight. One that would cost them all their lives. But there was one Variant in there who could afford this price forty times over.
Before Hitirus could strike Cyclone first, Demon appeared on the front. Syndicate Dust reinforced his body, allowing him to tank the punch like nothing.
"Sturdy one you are," Hitirus' voice slowly transitioned into a feminine one. "Come then, fight me instead." This time, the voice was completely feminine.
Demon looked over his shoulder. "Run back, stay close together. I will keep this animal busy!"
Hitirus unleashed a barrage of fists upon the smaller Zesher. Each punch landed, striking different parts of his body. Shoulders, chests, face, crown, stomach, and ribs.
Yet the dust denied the damage. Allowing the host to stare up at Hitirus without being fazed. Which enraged her, causing her to lash out and challenge Demon to attack her.
In response, he gladly did so. With a single, devastating punch to the gut, Hitirus' body folded. Demon spun around, forming a mace with the fine black dust. With it, he bashed it across his opponent's head.
Snow crunched beneath the weight of a falling tyrant. The storm howled even louder than before, seemingly pleased by the attack.
"Not bad," she mocked. "I'll just have to throw you around."
Using her Thawed heritage, Hitirus quickly recovered from the attack. She picked Demon up by the leg, then sent him crashing down against the ground.
His entire body shook from the impact. Snow suddenly flattened beneath the landing zone. Demon was dazed, unable to process what Hitirus was going to do next.
Allowing her to yank Demon back up and deliver a powerful elbow straight to the nose, shattering it. Tainted blood rushed out instead of the wine-red one.
Before he could focus on his opponent, a set of claws extended out of Hitirus' fingers. She slashed away at Demon's forehead, drawing more blood.
Intense snowfall engulfed his entire frame as he stumbled out of view from Hitirus. Her eyes were stuck on where Demon went. And as expected, he came from the same direction.
A long pole spun through the frigid wind, Demon closed the gap quickly. He struck Hitirus with one end, then spun around to strike with the next.
Each attack landed, allowing him to go for two more. He spun around and struck with the original end, then stepped behind his target. Using the long weapon frame, Demon dragged Hitirus off her feet.
When she fell, he brought down the pole on her face. Hoping to cause some kind of serious damage. But she caught the weapon, keeping it tight in her grasp so it wouldn't hurt her.
"You're a Distorted, a forsaken creation. You are not even supposed to exist... and yet, with so many fabled titles and myths, you fail to kill me!" Hitirus taunted.
As expected, Demon replied with violence. He let go of the pole, choosing to bring down a large axe head against Hitirus' waist. Which cleaved her in half.
Organs and blood flowed out of her body like a waterfall, she was not ready to die. Her duty, the reason she continued living, was not complete.
The orders she was given mentioned the ability to die for good after inheriting the 'king' title within the continent. But before then, Hitirus was unable to die. She physically couldn't.
Demon watched the damage he dealt on her body simply seal. All wounds, no matter how severe, were patched.
"Feels good to be back!" Hitirus' voice transitioned back to male. "Ready for round two?"
"You sicken me, creation," Demon snapped back.
Hitirus thrust his foot up, sending his opponent stumbling back. Before Demon could react, Hitirus shot back up and swiped down with all his strength. Sending Demon face first into the snow.
It was numb and cruel, especially the bashes against the pact powder he received shortly after. With one large hand, Hitirus brought it down hoping to beat the back of Demon's head in.
That's when he rolled out of the way. Demon launched himself forward, striking Hitirus in the jaw. Thirty more arms spread out of his body, each one equipped with a large claw at the end.
Each one pierced his skin, injecting high amounts of dust into his body. Hitirus was unable to control any aspect of himself, making it impossible to contest against the forceful changes.
Distorted strength surged in Demon, he dashed back. His hands tried their hardest to clamp together, and he allowed them to. Causing dust to eat away on Hitirus' body.
Sending the tyrant to another random place in Yarno. Leaving Demon alone with Infinus again. The battle was over.
"Come back!" he yelled out into the wind. "He is gone."
Cyclone roared again, pushing forward through the storm. Infinus made their way back, recovering from the setback.
"Well, if you could've teleported him away. Why didn't you do it sooner?" Biku called out.
Demon ignored the question, he did not want them to figure it out. Truth was, he could've done that. But this would've been useful for two reasons.
Firstly, more time out in the storm. Connisko was going to fight through the conditions in order to prove their worth as a valuable pawn in his game.
Secondly, Hitirus was now part of his arsenal. Many Variants were part of it. Allowing Demon to use their physical and mental strengths at any given time.
But now with someone as potent as Hitirus, he suddenly became a lot more powerful. Now he understood how he worked. Demon could manipulate Hitirus as well.
It was just a matter if he wanted to or not.
"We aren't far from our destination. Keep going forward and we'll reach Decka's station at any minute," he spoke to the battalion.
No one questioned how weird he was acting. This was all happening because of him as an individual, something even the Connisko Ferals appreciated.