Two days after Demon departed, right when the Ferals were getting comfortable in their temporary home, an unseen attack struck. Several battalions from the Volatile and Conqueror Legions arrived.
Each one sought to claim the lives of those that tore through their precious region. Slaughtering their workers, pillaging their homes from them, and breaking criminals out.
In the early hours of the attack, clones emerged from the forest and stormed right through their ranks. Bending their bodies to their Wills so they could manifest an extra large claw or another weapon.
But even they were unfit to thrive against Hitirus' top warriors. They planted their shields in the melting snow, then drove back whoever came to attack, allowing them to bring down a one-handed hammer or any other blunt weapon on their faces.
Decka stood just beyond the northern treeline, keeping his hands over his shield and eyes narrowed on the conflict. He saw just how surrounded they were, outnumbered by a long shot.
Krim growled by his side, trying his best to lower his smile. But as expected, it only returned to a grin.
Silence was the only communication the duo knew. They lurked in the shadows, unsure of their next move. Massive brown trunks shielded them from the siege's sight.
However, these commodities wouldn't last forever. It was up to time until they pushed closer to Fifity and claim it by force.
"We are at a disadvantage," Cyclone's voice rumbled. "But we are not going to submit. They tore our pack apart and now want to finish the job. Me and my Ferals are going for it."
Neither Decka or Krim tried to deny the action. They knew Cyclone's eyes were set on taking out as much of the Trilogy as possible before their deaths.
"Good luck," Decka mumbled. "Our Sky Beasts could be here at any moment, so if you are still out there when they get here, we'll pull you out."
Cyclone nodded. "Me and my Connisko pack thank you."
Like a sudden breeze, Connisko Ferals jumped out of trees and rushed towards the eager forces. They cackled and growled as their feet made wet thuds as they landed on drowned grass.
Mud tainted their ankles and fury reshaped their minds. Now was a time of desperation, but in moments of desperation, Ferals find themselves.
When there's no food in their bellies, no warmth in their body, not even a tender voice to heed, a Feral learns about themselves. Just as they learned what they wanted during their first encounter against the Trilogy.
Enclier dropped to the ground with them, chirping as if she just woke up. Her eyes were set ablaze and smile was wide. It almost seemed like she was blissful in a dire moment.
She let out a nasty roar, causing loose water droplets to rain down from the overhead trees. Just like that, she took off after the others.
Right when Decka and Krim thought that was all of them, another figure emerged out of the forest. Hedix counted those before him, looking for any possible threats.
Only to discover there were no threats out there, aside from the obvious incoming Pyroatic Weaver. It danced in its infernal glory, which rumbled and crackled like magma.
"They are taking this seriously," Krim turned to Decka. "We must fight in this one, it is for our own good."
Knowing it was better to resist their might than to hide, Decka agreed. He threw his shield onto his gauntlet, which clamped into place.
Both elites stormed out to fight back against the siege, or at leat delay them enough until Sky Beasts arrived. What they didn't know was how long it was until they got there.
Temperature shot up high, causing sweat to slide down the backs of armored combatants. The Weaver took aim at the incoming forces, more specifically Hedix.
Like a hellish lightning strike, it dove. Storming closer to the elite, eagerly waiting to bring him his end. That's when a slight glitter appeared in front of Hedix's torso.
When the burning snake consumed him, letting out explosions and molten anger, he remained focused and safe. That's when it came up and rumbled even louder.
A Celestial Weaver emerged from the ground, this one was bright white and had thousands of miniature explosions going off all over its extended body.
Decka did not mean to produce an entity four times as powerful when he protected Hedix, but it happened. The creature quickly lost stability in its own body, causing it to divide into a dozen more Weavers.
Regardless of the overhead madness, Connisko Ferals pounced on victims and clawed away at their armors. Leaving many dead, while also losing numbers of their own.
Thick shields clashed against their frames in order to daze them. In response, others would pounce on the defender. Using it as a way to get a killing blow on shielded enemies.
Cyclone stomped his foot on a Volatile Feral's head, then gripped the side of a defender's shield with one hand. He effortlessly tore it out of their gauntlets, then returned the shield at full force.
It whistled for a split second as its spinning sides demolished its original owner's forehead. Shattering their skull and destroying their brain.
Before several throwing knives struck Cyclone's body, he roared in anger. Causing sharp winds to kick up and throw them off.
He delivered a well-placed kick to a nearby Zegus' abs, then drove his foot onto an incoming defender's silver and green shield. Allowing him to jump up to the Zegus' head and strike him with a deadly knee to the neck.
When the defender lowered their shield to attack, he roared at them. Shredding their armor and shield, allowing another Connisko Feral to rip them apart.
In his mind, Cyclone tallied all of his kills. Trying to balance the lives he claimed and the lives he lost. Each Trilogy member killed would be one Connisko Feral lost... and then some.