Hurricane bolted towards Yazzo in the blink of an eye, a speed that she rivaled the moment the two made impact. A shock wave leveled grass as the two females locked eyes.
Both were impressed by the other's speed. However, their fight would certainly be a quick one. Which motivated Hurricane to bounce off Yazzo's blades, then go in for another kick.
Despite going at blinding speeds, Yazzo still kept a clear gaze on Hurricane as her feet dragged into the earth. Then exploded with an unrelenting fury towards her.
She swiped at the incoming cub, only to feel Hurricane grab onto her forearm and swing closer to her. Yazzo felt the Scaler drive her knee straight into her jaw.
The loud blast caught everyone's attention, tricking the elites into believing somebody brought explosives to the fight. But it was just the sound of both females fighting.
Yazzo grabbed onto Hurricane's hair, then she spun around and slammed Hurricane into the ground. Dirt and grass kicked up from the crater as the cub instantly emerged, this time more furious than before.
Elites struggled to keep their eyes on Hurricane as she rocketed out of the oversized grave. She attempted to go for another kick, only to receive one against her ribs.
Seeing the opportunity, Yazzo instantly rampaged towards her. She slashed away at where Hurricane stood, hoping a swipe would cut her up.
But the cub was surprisingly fast. Instead of letting the blades touch her, she dashed and jumped out of the way. Amidst the flurry of attacks, Hurricane saw an opening.
Yazzo quickly noticed the mistake, prompting her to gear an elbow in Hurricane's direction. Instead of landing a clean kick to the neck, Hurricane landed it onto Yazzo's arm.
Both females dug their feet into the earth, stopping themselves from being dragged too far back from the encounter. Hurricane instantly careened towards Yazzo.
In response, Yazzo decided to play defensive for a moment. She dodged another of Hurricane's kicks, then another. As she danced through the barrage of strikes, she plotted a counter.
Her opponent wasn't the brightest, it was obvious. No Feral would aim to fight back against a much more experienced, equipped, and older enemy. Especially when it was a confrontation.
Unless they were either desperate or too engrossed into their own offensives. Which allowed Yazzo to quickly decipher what was Hurricane's attacks.
She aimed with her legs, using her speed as a way to propel herself towards perfect positions. However, Yazzo knew exactly how to hinder her.
When Hurricane came in for another kick, Yazzo clamped her jaws tight. Trying her hardest to resist the hit. Before Hurricane could do a follow-up, Yazzo grabbed onto her shoulder and dropped her.
The cub landed on her back and couldn't hurry away before Yazzo stomped down onto one of her legs. Hurricane gritted her teeth as she angrily glared up at her opponent.
Yazzo let out a triumphant roar as she drove both of her blades into Hurricane's body. Riddling her insides and puncturing organs.
"You fought like a true Feral, but did just like one..." Yazzo breathed heavily. "R - rest well, young one."
She stumbled back, almost afraid of herself. The realization of what she just did struck her. After all, what she killed was a Feral no older than fifty years old. It had thirty more years until full maturation.
Regardless, she slaughtered her. Even while struggling. Yazzo looked into her eyes as she did it, which shocked her.
"I am not cut for this conflict anymore," Yazzo growled at nearby elites. "Collapse on that alpha!"
Valiant dashed to the side, letting Cyclone's sharp roars cut the grass instead of him. He mustered acid inside his mouth, then spit it out like a cannon.
The chemicals sizzled and consumed the ground that Cyclone rested on. Both Ferals locked eyes, realizing the searing hatred both alphas had for each other.
Cyclone quickly closed the distanced with two hops, then he drove a closed fist against Valiant's chest. Staggering the Feral and knocking the wind out of his lungs.
He quickly sucked in some of the heated air surrounding them, but Valiant responded before he could roar. Instead of fighting back instantly, he reached up and forced Cyclone to look somewhere else.
Elites moved out of the guy as the Feral roared, unleashing another wind-splicing gust. To follow up, Valiant lodged one of his blades into Cyclone's stomach.
Adrenaline numbed out the pain, keeping Cyclone focused on combat. He delivered a right hook to Valiant's head, which connected. As Valiant recovered, Cyclone used his left hand to bring his head back to where it was.
Then he drove another right hook into the side of Valiant's head. Which staggered Valiant even more, now his vision was getting blurry. Blood oozed out of an opening right below his ear.
When Cyclone came in for another right hook, Valiant caught the arm. Then retrieved his blade from inside of Cyclone's stomach, then used it to cut off the arm.
"ARGH! You bleeding soft-tooth!" Cyclone howled.
He prepared to roar one more time, hoping this would catch Valiant off guard. Only to receive a clean cut across his neck. The alpha fell silent as Valiant looked over his corpse.
While the elites finished checking over the terrain for any living rebels, an entity watched from the comfort of his own universe. Smiling pleasantly as his plan came to life without his involvement.
Demon changed his attention to south of Olavin-Faa, where a battalion of Infinus warriors emerged from. Their weapons were heavy in their arms, same with their pride.
As they approached, Demon looked away from the conflict. Choosing to look right at you instead. He grinned, knowing he got your full attention now.
And now, he wants you to listen closely. Otherwise you won't understand. Because you may view him as a villain, but he sees you as a judgemental brat who needs clarification.
So stay a while, because he sure will.