Everyone observing the battle had their own thoughts, especially the holders of these creatures.
(Rigor) I knew that little Gargoyle wasn't shit, despite all of his physical features, he has no wings. A Gargoyle who can only walk is a lost cau...
(BlackBlood) You sound just like those bastards up there. -Pointing towards the flock of Gargoyles- See, you believe they're on his side but they're not, they only value the strong. So how do you think we were received after coming here missing his wings?? To them he is an abomination and either he earns his life here, or dies on the battlefield... That is the rule of being a Grand Gargoyle...
(Rigor) Wha.. What kind of dog eat dog world is this? The weak get eaten, life of the strong, this place has the most aggressive living conditions I've ever seen. But with the numbers they have here, how could they all be strong enough to not get eaten by each other? How do they survive amongst each other? They're mere creatures and somehow the intellect is high among this group. Who taught them our language?
(BlackBlood) So many questions. You are fascinated by this experience, you wish you had one and you know what? I can answer most of your questions for you but instead, allow this battle to prove fruitful...
-Brrrrrpppppp-
(Memebers) What was that??! Did that come from that helpless Gargoyle??
Fiend was in the tree top licking his wounds. The puncture wound in his side was now barely dripping, but the paw he lost was not settling well. And the pain was excruciating and was indicated by the grimace on his face with each lap of the tongue across it. But once he heard the sound come from where Gargy was laying, Fiend did the unthinkable...
Sometimes the quickest way to help subside pain is to force the pain threshold by causing enough pain that it completely shuts down receptors and goes numb. So he closed his eyes and bit down into his own nub with hopes of a quicker recovery...
-bbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuummm-
A purple gaseous cloud floated around Gargy...
(Council Members) Again!! It did come from him... That little wart of yours just shit himself didn't he?? Look, he farted due to his imminent death? The true sign of fear...
Fiend started to descend from the tree tops to finish off Gargy. He was lumbering along, hampered by his injuries as he reached the bottom. Stopping at the base of the tree, he mustered up all of his energy for the kill. He squared his body, bared his teeth, squatted low for momentum and pounced into action....
Living in the wild is daunting, being a creature in a world where the mantra is 'The Weak Gets Eaten' can change you. It can evolve the very fabrics of one's cells, it can heighten your instincts far beyond that of normal creatures. Now add a gene splicing scientist to oversee and maximize your core and develop your cells to a bigger size, and what you have is a new breed...
Fiend would leap down on top of Gargy.. -Waaaaabbbbbooooom- A blast of dust and gravel burst from the area where Gargy was laying, but there was no clear hit. Somehow Gargy darted out of the way in the nick of time and was now standing right behind him, with a disturbing grin of pleasure upon his face...
The group now slack-jawed and amazed at the sight of what transpired, struggling to grasp on to what actually took place. A creature counted out, on its last legs, a looming death was awaiting, has not only survived but now he had wings of gravel and small rock. Leaving everyone puzzled...
(Council Members) Wings!!!!!??? No. No. No... How!?? Whe... Where did they come from??
(Rigor) Wha.. What.. How??? We all saw him stand there and get bitten by Fiend, and his neurotoxicity is the highest and rarest among all living creatures. Hell it's manipulated by Cerq!!! Impossible!!!!
(Council Members) He isn't injured one bit. How is he able to move so fast!!?? He isn't!! One of those up there must've dropped down and given him a hand...
-Slowly turning to Rigor and his group-
(BlackBlood) Rigor would you like to tell them or should I?? Or are you as lowly and slow as the stock of sheep that follow you?
(Rigor) I.. I.. I saw it. I witnessed him get to a knee and summon the gravel from the earth and form a set of wings, completely covering his body and using it to block Fiend's attack, then maneuvering right behind him...
Rigor would feel a tap on his shoulder and would be greeted with a familiar face...
(Aet) You all left us for dead, we took advantage of that... 'The Weak Get Eaten' Tusok was weak and Gargy ate those fingers BlackBlood saved. I was skeptical about the procedure at first, but BlackBlood assured me not to worry....
I monitored him on the ride back and I noticed a change in his molecular structure. All of his cells were eating the foreign cells of Tusok. But the shape and color of his cell's nucleus would drastically change from circular to amoeba-like...
Gargy actually slipped into a coma state and refused to wake up. No matter what we did he wouldn't stabilize. We started poking and prodding him but nothing happened. And frankly, it allowed us to test his pain levels all with efforts of waking him, and we received a response like never before... He rolled over and snored so loudly.
I have never seen cells so hell-bent on attacking a foreign cell group before. But not only did the cells attack, but they adapted and transformed into cells suited for survivability. It was like the cells themselves gathered and decided existence and war are one in the same...
Our thoughts from back then, have just came to fruition right before our very eyes today... I still have to dig deeper to find out, but I'm 99.9% sure that Gargy's sole purpose is to be a walking Disaster!!!!!
Again the tide of battle has taken a turn…
To be Continued...
Next chapter 30...
~Blood Oasis~