The Sarorin charged, barreling through the open air towards the warriors. Everybody moved out of the way, except for Orako. He saw this as an opportunity to put his theories to work.
Right before it made impact, he spun to the side. Then delivered a devastating kick to the side of the creature's head. Causing it to slow down and leave the rider exposed.
He then leapt onto the creature's back and grappled the rider's head. Using the momentum, he drove their skull straight into the blade-like edges of the massive horn.
Crimson colored the beast's brownish-green fur, spewing all over the place. The lack of commands caused it to go into a frenzy, charging and attacking who it could.
Orako jumped in front of the creature, now he was looking at the world up-side down and glaring down the murder weapon of a rampaging animal. In a split second, he dropped his hands to carry himself.
The horn flew right between his legs, allowing him to redirect his entire body to bring another heavy kick straight to the side of its head. This time, he heard a crack. It was the sound of its horn breaking.
Now defenseless, the creature could only struggle off its side as its attacker dragged the horn over. He struggled to lift it up - a struggle that would end when a cannon blast threw him off balance.
Causing the horn to lazily cut down on its snout, badly damaging it as the heavy object butchered and cut deeper. Dealing further damage to the dying creature.
Distant cries and furious yelling caught his attention. Orako slowly recovered from the blast, only to see an incoming barrage of arrows, a small band of attackers, and a struggling warrior.
It was almost like time had stopped for long enough to allow him to decide on his next step. He shot up and dashed towards the warrior, grabbing them by the shoulder and then running back.
Arrows landed all around as more explosions covered the skies above. More Infinus warriors lifted up their shields in an attempt of saving themselves.
But most shields were too damaged, broken in the barrage, or wouldn't even last the incoming forces. Steaming, hot metal fell onto the blackened ground.
Orako leapt for cover behind a mound of dirt, warrior still in hand. The one he saved began to scream, bracing for what would happen. A fiery blast went off overhead.
When they felt relatively safe, Orako turned to him. "Quick, recover and get back out there. We can still win this battle. I'll work on taking down the incoming group."
Before the warrior could thank him, he jumped back over the mound and charged. He roared like an enraged animal, ready to take his enemies apart.
An attacker thrust a spear towards Orako, but the attack whizzed right past him as he leaned right. He then drove his fist into a shield. The impact numbed out the wielder's arm and effectively knocked it out.
Heavy breathing caught his attention, allowing him to back-flip out of the way from a sword strike. He kicked the attacker with the side of his ankle as he flew back into place.
The same spear user from before came in for another attack, this time directed to Orako's stomach. But it was just another attack for him to dodge. He stepped to the side, then when the attacker got closer, he struck them with the back of his hand.
Dazing them in the process. Orako then ducked beneath another sword swipe, and charged at the defender. He drove a knee straight to their gut, lowering their entire upper body.
He then yanked their shield off their arm and brought it down like a lighting strike against their forehead. Then the spear attacker came in for another hit, this time the spear tip clashed against shield.
Allowing Orako to push him back and drive the entire shield against their head full forward. Nearly beheading him on impact. Before the corpse could fall on the ground, he took the spear.
The sword-wielding enemy approached, ready to attack. Just like before, Orako slid right beneath. He then charged at another defender and used the shield as a trampoline to bounce off.
Everything slowed down perfectly, allowing him to aim the spear directly over the attacker's crown. He then allowed gravity to do the rest. By the end of it, he dropped to one knee beside the corpse.
Six other defenders kept their shields pointed at him, completely ignoring the large shadow looming over it. One turned around to see a Cemtras stomping and ripping them apart.
Orako simply watched, unbothered by the sudden display of gore. He reached down to the bloody spear tip that poked out of the sword wielder's thigh, then allowed some blood to drop onto his hand.
He lifted it over his face and smiled even wider. "For a successful hunt! They will perish!"
More cannon eruptions echoed throughout Volknair. Some clashed against the Cemtras that stood by Orako's side. He gritted his teeth as he ran towards the fire.
Eyes narrowed and forehead tainted with the red spoils of war. He took aim for one of the distant vessels, understanding somebody had to shut them up.
And he would be the one to do it. Arrows rained from above, followed by quills from the incoming Unuwkus. They whistled and punctured the ground, a couple arrows dug themselves into Orako's back and shoulder.
When he dashed through a stand off between Infinus and Conqueror, he absorbed two gunshots. But each wound did not matter to him, he was committed to finishing his job.
He ran into the crumbling Volknair walls. Variants screamed calamity as he cleared the entire city in minutes. Flames engulfed buildings, burning dozens of workers at a time.
During his trip over the rooftops, Orako noticed several Distorted watching. They were focused on the feast at hand, consuming every bit of information and emotion.
Dread filled his determined soul, leading him to second guess himself. But by the time he really got to think about it, the shore was right before him. And just like Ether taught him, there was a point of no return.
The water was that point.