Prexsis pounced on a fleeing Zegus' back, allowing him to press her head on the ground and chomp a large chunk of flesh from the back of her neck. Her struggling ceased and Prexsis' stomach still yearned for more conflict.
Scalers lined the outside of the trading post, teasing the ones left inside with death. The heavily reinforced steel door stood as a last resort against the Ferals.
One of the Zegi inside brought out several sticks of dynamite. Showing his willingness to destroy sections of the shop if it meant stopping the assault.
But Prexsis simply chuckled, giving the frightened Zegus a glare that spelled death in every possible way. He pressed his fingertips against the glass windows, teasing them.
Ferals continued to destroy everything that wasn't indoors. Killing mounts such as carrier Stram, Eteni, and pacified Sky Beasts. They even mauled food and bent equipment.
"Do you see what your 'peace' brought you?" Prexsis yelled. "This is not what you expected, eh? Yet you still lingered in OUR territory. We will clean Olavin-Faa of vermin like yourselves."
He drove a raging fist straight through a window, shattering it completely. Which invited other Ferals to do the same thing. Victims screamed out of raw fear and shock.
The Zegus from earlier desperately tried to ignite of the sticks, but couldn't. His hands were shaking and breathing was uncontrollable. It didn't even look like a Zegus, anyway.
Prexsis laughed and mocked the Variant that was supposed to represent disciplined rage and the undying willingness to survive. He continued to stare at him as his Ferals popped windows open.
Some began poking their heads through and roaring at them. The smell of freshly sharpened teeth and minty leaves made them feel lightheaded.
Headaches began to settle, some even began to flood the storage room in the back. Prexsis watched Thawed and Zegi alike flee from the conflict, silently judging them.
"None of you are Variants, you don't belong on Koroth. I'll spare you the trouble and kill you right here, otherwise somebody else will do it," Prexsis howled at them.
"P - please, wh - what do you w - w - want?" the Zegus panicked. "B - b - boons... do you want boons?"
Another Feral poked their head through the closest window to the Zegus, roaring and knocking them off their feet. The Feral cackled, mocking him for being so frightened.
"AH! JUST TAKE THE BOONS!!" he screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"They are hiding inside," a female approached Prexsis. "Should we still taunt them from out here?"
"No," Prexsis responded. "Tell the rest to begin kicking down walls and sinking the roof with strikes. I'll kill this one."
She nodded, then leapt over the conflict. "Voshka tora vei (Start kicking)! Prexsis ita kokoracha, e bika tsun (Prexsis orders us to take it further, and to make them scream in fear)!!"
Prexsis locked eyes with the Zegus, then he drove a front-kick straight through the wall. Collapsing the entire barrier and sending pieces of stone and wood across the floor.
The Zegus desperately tried to light the dynamite again. Unlike before, adrenaline was going so fast through his veins that he did it precisely. As the wick burned bright, Prexsis drove another front-kick into the Zegus' stomach.
Blood rushed out of his nose, the aftermath of his lungs being nearly popped from the sheer force. His mouth coughed up blood, displaying the ruptured organs. Especially the liver and intestines that got turned into mush.
He collapsed on the floor, tears dropping with their slight thuds. Getting muffled by the heavy rumbling of debris detaching itself from the main body.
"We didn't have to end like this," Prexsis dropped to the same level as the Zegus. "Yet you decided to light up a stick of dynamite. And for that, I must punish you."
Prexsis grabbed the stick of dynamite, then shoved it into the Zegus' throat. He then kicked the nearly dead Variant into the storage room.
Not long after, a sudden bang followed by red decorated the floor. Prexsis watched from outside the room, he heard the screaming and pleas of mercy and forgiveness.
Yet he didn't care. All of Niro's empire would crumble like sand on the beach. Prexsis and his Ferals were going to make sure of it.
"Should we listen to you?" Prexsis yelled at the victims. "You didn't listen to us begging for a reunion. All you heard were the sweet benefits peace brought you. Leaving you with what? Weakness!"
Ferals peaked from the holes they created, catching Variants huddled against crates and sealed equipment. Each one ready to burst into tears, while others have fainted from utter fear.
"Do not take this as something that isn't personal," Prexsis stormed through the open doorway. "Because this is personal. Our conflict with Volatile, Conqueror, and Ubitwa is just that. We don't want mercy, we don't want prisoners. We want your deaths only."
A Thawed struggled to stand up, causing him to awkwardly crawl up to Prexsis. His hands and legs were shaky, so was his vision. He was desperate to run free from this ordeal.
"P - please, I h - have a - a daughter..." he wept.
Prexsis spat in the Thawed's face. "So do my alpha couple. If Cyclone, his daughter's father, can get torn out of her life for a large chunk of her childhood. Then I don't see why yours shouldn't receive a similar life."
He stepped back, then lunged forward with a kick aiming straight for the Thawed's head. Nearby Variants watched in complete horror as the Thawed's lifeless head tumbled towards them.
Ferals poured through the openings, eager to demonstrate how massive the mistake of separating their pack was. Jaws unlocked, legs ready to kick and batter.
And most importantly, Prexsis' seat in the middle of the violence. He watched as his party ravaged through the room.
Destroying metallic objects, beating down anything living. But not aiming directly for the fainted Variants, they had other plans for them.