Hitirus greeted the reinforcements with Wentiska's head, torn right off his shoulders. There was a face of raw joy and unexplainable anger plastered on Hitirus.
Nefruwl, the elite in charge of the reinforcements, looked with horror. But that only served to make his forces even angrier.
They stampeded over the charred bodies and melted armor. So Hitirus charged towards them, his body shifting once again to fit a different style of combat.
Leaving him with black eyes, orange hair, purple skin, and the blades of Ascent Ferals. Which was all the Infinus forces saw as he brutally dismembered them all four at a time.
Warriors screamed in agony as their limbs fell out of place, spewing blood all over their allies before dropping to the ground. Searing pain and sorrow of never being able to see their families again drowned their thoughts.
More forces spun towards the direction of their leader. Variants came prepared to get revenge for the fighters they've lost. Each one eager to make them pay.
Infinus battle cries lingered in the air as they continued to struggle against a nearly unkillable force. If something was not done then Infinus would lose their borders and defenses.
Nefruwl was aware of that. So he charged towards the conflict with a fancy dagger in hand. He drove it into the gut of a defender, then jumped over him. Opening a bigger wound to bleed from.
When he landed, he did so in front of another warrior. They brought their sword down in hopes of killing him, only to realize they decapitated the defender.
Before the attacker would figure out what happened, they felt a sharp wound in their neck and heard a sudden snap. Nefruwl retrieved his dagger then threw it at another warrior.
It drove itself right into the side of their head, cutting a wound into their brain. Nefruwl leapt onto the Thawed's head to get his weapon back, then dropped onto a Feral's back.
Sending the dagger straight into their crown, killing them instantly. When they fell, he realized Hitirus stood right across from him.
Eyes locked, the two ignored the world around them. Including the sounds of Weavers diving onto the Yarnin forces. Almost like two machines, they broke out into a frenzied battle.
Hitirus drove a knee into Nefruwl's chest, knocking the wind out his lungs. Then brought his forehead straight into that same knee when they fell. Dazing Nefruwl.
Now on the ground, he knew he needed to keep the fight down low if he wanted to stand a slight chance of survival against the near-mechanical Variant. Unaware that he had no chance against him.
Explosions swayed the ground as the Pyroatic Weavers made landfall and burned dozens of Variants alive. Nefruwl wrapped an arm around Hitirus' neck, then began landing elbows to the back of his head.
Freedom for his men and death for his enemy seemed closer with every blow. Blood began oozing out the back of Hitirus' head. Until he forced Nefruwl off.
Pure fury motivated him to turn around and use his knee to break Nefruwl's knee. With a crack and a agonized scream, it was done.
A red bone poked out of the broken limb, sending him into a world of pure pain. But not enough to kill him straight away.
"Your men are weak, your leader is submissive, and your order is nonexistent. I am the only one capable of waging this kind of conflict!" Hitirus taunted.
Nefruwl continued to scream as Hitirus tore off the rest of the leg. Then he brought the sharp bone into Nefruwl's gut.
Hitirus then planted his knee over Nefruwl's forehead, and used his powerful hands to reach for the lower jaw. Upon forcing it open, Nefruwl bit down as hard as he could. Hoping to cut off fingers.
Only to feel the entire lower section of his face get torn off. Warm blood and nerves got exposed to the nasty smell of burning corpses and melting armor.
Where a lush, green field designed to feed the nomadic species stood, a terrain similar to hell itself replaced it. Grass burned and life quickly faded from the surface.
Strength quickly fled from Nefruwl's muscles. Memories left with them, including the thought of his brother who was still maturing alongside his youngest sister.
While he died, Hitirus turned his attention to the fighting around him. Infinus and Conqueror warriors dropped dead, some engulfed by the Siege Weavers.
Except for one armored Variant who kept their shoulders relaxed over the hilt of their long-sword. They tapped on their gauntlet while watching Hitirus, who exchanged glares with them.
"Don't look at me! Fight them!" he barked orders at the tapping warrior.
But that didn't impress it, in fact, it served as entertainment. Because that warrior knew what it was there for, and it was not Infinus' end.
Hitirus stepped closer, threatening to kill the warrior unless they obeyed his commands. Which it didn't. Causing Hitirus to rip their head off just like Wentiska's.
When he began to walk away, he realized the Variant was still standing. Tapping away at its gauntlet, almost careless at the missing head. Once Hitirus dropped it, the warrior simply picked up its limb and plopped it right back.
"So, you think you're big time?" the warrior chuckled. "You and I share a common history, Hitirus."
Right after saying those words, the warrior charged at him. Driving the sword straight into his gut, and then ducking away from his arms.
"Argh! What the..?" Hitirus kept his eyes set on the warrior. "What the hell are you?!"
The warrior took off their helmet. Revealing a purple eye, an orange eye, pink and red hair, with the jaws of a Feral and the facial structure of a Thawed.
"I am exactly what you are, but with a different name," the Variant smiled. "While you are the one to claim Centinents for us, I am the one to kill you and appoint somebody else the king."