Hundreds of Sky Beasts crowded the skies, storming towards the conflict. Explosives rained towards the warfare underneath, leveling who they could and causing more holes in their assault.
Conqueror warriors tried to run for cover, aiming to survive for a little longer or die a quick death. Only to get pieces of metal lodged into their bodies.
Dozens of voices screamed out in agony, playing a melody only death could stand to listen. Bloody fields of charred grass and battered terrain replaced the once beautiful outskirts.
More beasts dove towards the attackers, aiming to pick some up and drop more Infinus forces below. Arrows whistled across the putrid air, striking armor and opening wounds.
The little amount of Infinus survivors on the ground kept their gazes on their saving grace. Giving them the courage they needed to continue fighting.
A female Feral rallied the dozen other survivors and turned to face them. "My warriors, I don't know you and you don't know me. But in this moment, we die as friends. Whether we survive or not, it is up to time itself to decide. However, those flying above will tell of our last stand."
She cocked her head towards the scattered Conqueror Variants. "They deserve nothing but hell itself. Let us teach them how hard we can truly bite. For our homes and families!"
Inspiration filled their hearts, motivating them to let out a battle cry. Blue and black figures rampaged towards their attackers, showing off how fearless they were.
While they stormed from the front, more warriors came down from above. They wielded weapons that were newly designed to fit more unique styles of combat.
Such as smaller metal shields being paired with short-swords, rapiers, and one handed crossbows. Upon reaching the ground, the Ophus Variants unleashed their raw fury against them.
Killing nearly two hundred Conquerors in the first thirty seconds of their arrival. Striking fear into their minds, causing many to question themselves and their allies.
Hitirus heard the battle cries and the explosions rocking the terrain. However, he did not take his eyes off his attacker. Together, they battled back and forth.
Exchanging kills and taking turns reviving themselves. As the battle progressed, they got more destructive. Trying to resort in different ways of killing the other for good.
But there was no such way of doing so. Because the attacker was called Befehlnadir, or Order-killer in Bakano. He was named that way to kill Hitirus and Hitirus alone.
Anyone else that stood between him and his goal was nothing more than a minor setback. Only meant to annoy briefly before being shrugged off and ignored.
Befehlnadir kicked Hitirus back, sending him crashing onto the ground. He towered over the odd mixture of a Yomie and a Thawed, keeping his eyes on the kill.
"You believe you can fight? You believe you can rule and take the world in the palm of your hands?" Befehlnadir chuckled. "When you fulfill your order, I will kill you. And when I do, my order will be complete."
He planted his foot on Hitirus' throat. "But you and I can have our fun here. Let the whole region acknowledge just how weak you truly are."
In response, Hitirus drove a direct knee to the back of Befehlnadir's knee. "I don't have time for your idle chatter. You can't kill me, I can't kill you. Our fight is worthless. Let us rule together."
Upon hearing the foolish suggestion, Befehlnadir grabbed onto Hitirus' hair. "If only there were less of you in this world... die."
On cue, he flicked the entire head. Breaking the neck and killing his opponent for a little while. Understanding it wasn't for long, he tore off the head, then picked up the body with the other arm.
Using his unexplainable strength, Befehlnadir threw the corpse far away. Keeping the head in his other hand so it could delay him coming back for a while longer.
Because it takes a day or two in order to regrow a limb, much more time compared to the seconds it takes for them to revive themselves. As he continued to think about that, he felt pride emerging.
As expected, his order was not complete. The only other way to kill one of these monsters was to kill them after they complete an order and before they receive another.
Befehlnadir scanned the burning world around him, slowly changing appearances. While he watched Variants cry out in pain, he steadily transformed into a Yonie with a Scaler's claws.
"Yes," he encouraged the violence. "Prove to Conqueror only those that WANT to fight should fight. Those that don't want to should die."
Arrows rained from above, clashing against his armor and piercing his body. He felt the pain and the blood spewing out of wounds that have been opened for the seventeenth time that day.
Upon being struck, he turned north and ran like a motivated Feral. Darted across the clearings and stepping over corpses.
His physical appearance changed again, this time he forced it to stay that way. A trick that he learned to use over time, allowing him to get away with assassinations.
Every life taken, every Variant killed and mimicked, all of them gone in order to get him in the position that he was in. So he owed it to them, when Hitirus died and his duty was done.
The next life he would take would be his own. So their spirits could lay at rest and so could his.
Variants screamed for help as the figure disappeared from sight. What little remained of Conqueror's battalions went up in flames. Leading many to slow deaths.
Infinus warriors walked over the burning corpses, stomping on their heads and checking them over to ensure they were dead. As they saw their faces, each Variant had one thing in mind:
War with Yarno was a must, not an option.
Including Enoptes, who continued to think about who he could recruit in order to carry out such an attack. Because their strike had to be good, they had to gain land.