In a few minutes, multiple jets come over the part of the forest where the werewolves camp, raining fire on them ceaselessly and massively like it was the natural rain. There's no peace in the air, the shadow of the jets block the sunlight from penetrating, filling the ground with dimness and fire.
Now the same flame that lightens their path is the same that decimates their fellows, and the same trees that once served them well are the same that fall in their path making it hard to escape. The same grass which once beautified the place they called camp, has turned fuel for the fire to consume them rapid effectively.
Megan watches the scene at her safe spot in one corner, witnessing the mass execution of her people in a sad face. Just then an idea hits her, she quickly undertakes a full transformation and howls. Perhaps to be that beacon of hope and remind her people of their warrior selves.
In a second, another wolf howls back to her, and then another, and then another, and then many more howls fill the area in massive noise.
Megan looks on the field again, now human feets have turned into wolf claws, and a skin replaced for a fur. This is the time to join her people, this is the time to fight, she evacuates her safe spot reaching for the bullseye of the battlefield.
Can wolves climb trees? No? Then you didn't learn that right, haha. They dive up the trees in one accord shooting themselves for the jets. As usual, some of them make contact with the jets while the others fall back to the ground.
Megan however, runs up a tree and dives for one jet straight, crashing through the windscreen. The jet wavers down to the ground, she jumps out in midair. One gone, plenty more to go.
On the other hand, Herod stands frozen with his eyes stretched out in bewilderment as he staggers around the battlefield in slow steps. He didn't see this coming, and worst of all, he didn't prepare them enough for it. Series upon series of depressive thoughts strike him over and over again right there on the field.
Elsa makes her way to her heart-shattered father. "Dad, dad, look at me," she holds his face straight to her. "It's the war we prepared for since the day you brought that news. People die in war, don't make our people die more." She runs off and transforms into her full form.
...
Meanwhile Jackson is on the run. He jumps over broken branches, dodges trees, and ducks down at high branches, like his the dude from Temple Run. Nonetheless, it's Fredrick his trying to outrun.
Fredrick cuts him off in front and pushes him down. His eyes are red, he has partly transformed. He moves towards Jackson with eyes bursted in anger.
"You betrayed my people. You imbecile!" Fredrick yells at him furiously. "Do you know what you have done?"
"Please don't kill me," Jackson begs in mockery, even at death.
"No Jackson," Fredrick's mind skips the sarcasm. "When you do something like this, you don't get a second chance. You just die!"
Jackson smirks at Fredrick.
"Fancy last words," Fredrick compliments as he reaches to grab his throat.
"Mind looking back?"
Fredrick is intrigued by the confidence and turns to look. As soon as he turns, a RPG that shoots out fire rockets makes impact with him blowing him away.
Bravo puts down the rocket launcher and walks up to Jackson. "What's up?"
Jackson stands up from the ground and dusts himself. He looks to Fredrick, "Too bad, his last words were 'last words."
"Come here baby," Jennifer comes behind Bravo and jumps on her boyfriend, Jackson.
He squeezes her ass as they both suck lips.
"You good?" She asks in concern.
"I'm good," he puts her down and spanks her ass. "Now let's get the fuck out of here." As they walk a little further Jackson asks: "Find Cybon yet?"
"Yes," Bravo replies. "He was tied down in a car near Palo's strip club."
"Why would they send two spies," Jackson sparks a question of wonder.
...
On the other side of the forest, Brown rides a motorcycle passing through the forest trees. Up in the sky something jumps from tree to tree chasing him stealthily. It's Adonis, he has been given a mission to kill Brown.
Brown rides for a while and halts the bike in suspicion. Something seemed weird, he turns back.
Oh Adonis' prayers have been answered, a motionless target, it's time to attack. He dives down from the trees, descending on Brown with his claws lengthy and sharp. Brown has no knowledge of this.
In Adonis' mind the mission is accomplished. Only two seconds to impact, from out of nowhere a dead body bumps into him in midair driving him back to the ground in a hard fall.
Adonis rolls on the ground and slowly stands up on his feet, staring at Brown's bodyguard who stands some paces away from him also watching him.
"What the fuck!" Brown cusses in shock, turning to both his right and left side to see his bodyguard and a werewolf about to rumble.
Adonis stares daggers at the bodyguard for a while then looks down to see the dead body of a follow wolf. His fighting spirit dies. Though he wants revenge, he has no clue who this white eyed opponent might be, and as a warrior it'd be a prideful thing to know your opponent, Adonis disappears into the forest. For the first time, the bodyguard almost cracked half a smile.
Brown evacuates his bike, "You killed him?" He walks towards his bodyguard. "That wasn't part of the plan."
His bodyguard's expression shows no sign of remorse, he wears the same hardness he've had on since Brown knew him.
"Did he even attack you?"
The bodyguard continues to give a silent treatment.
"Damn," Brown cusses in frustration. He gets back to his bike and rides pass the bodyguard.
His bodyguard straightens the sleeves of his suit and goes to meet his bike which is packed afar off.
Adonis hangs on a tree watching them, he saw as well as heard everything. But still he questions the loyalty of his ears. Did Brown just defend a werewolf? Someone he never even knew. This goes against everything he's heard about humans. Maybe Brown is not human, or humans are not Brown? One of this should make sense, he concludes.
...
Meanwhile the sun has turned red almost at the edge of disappearance. It's a lovely evening for a blood bath. Humans and werewolves feel the effect alike as the werewolves begin to bring down more jets initiating a ground fight. Sooner, a ground army of blackies arrives on their bikes and quads.
Werewolves are masters of the earth element so it doesn't surprise them much, and in a minute the destroyer has quickly become the destroyed. Fully grown human beings being played with like children toys. If the ground you're standing on decides to displace you to a wolf's mouth, what do you do?
Hopeless they stand, but they're the blackies so they stand. After a long while of the werewolves' exercising their turn at the upper hand, a cargo planes comes over the area, slightly higher than the few jets now flying in the sky.
The door opens and the fiercest of all warriors drop from the skies wasting no time. The Rainbows descend, it's due time to flex their hell-like abilities.
In their flaming deathly colors they drop from the skies each accompanied by the usual blacky dark flames and the sainty's thick red flames. But their personal rainbow colors flame more dominantly on them.
Inferno Indigo lands in godly supremacy and raises her head up slowly, packed up with deific confidence. One of the werewolves who hasn't yet transformed rushes towards her in great anger. She incinerates his whole body with a single touch. Her Indigo flames backed by thick red and black fire quickly eats him to thin air.
She veers to the others at her side, and faces the ones making the earth fight against the blackies while their pals eat them up. They back up from her slowly. Then in boldness one of them transforms fully and rushes towards her.
Inferno Indigo bursts in fire, she was out of sight but flames suddenly come up from underneath the wolf's feets and burns him up bit by bit. He howls and dies. Then she appears through the flames again. This Rainbow soldiers are the first of their kind to control fire and commune with the harshness of it on the surface of their skin alike.
All the other Rainbows land in very much the same authority. Now chaos embraces the werewolves again, walking alongside them as besties.
Soon the green land turns to red having being bath with the source of life itself. And for the first time in a long time, a stream flows on it. Only this time nature doesn't enjoy its company, and plants can't survive by its context. It's a stream of blood. Welcome to the blood festival, everyone's dying to attend it.
Megan transforms back to human and rushes for Herod, who's still indeed confused, yet now in battle.
"This is what I've been trying to avoid," Herod whines.
"We need to retreat, we can't win this war like this," Megan counsels.
"No Megan," Herod disapproves. "The best way to avoid a war is to fight it." He fully transforms and races in to the open field devouring the blackies in his part with his claws and teeth.
He dives up a tree and brings down two jets in a combo, jumping through their windows one by one in haste. He seems faster than all his kind, he emits classic alpha energy.
But his reign soon comes to an end as he gets back to the ground and encounters a Rainbow, Inferno Green. Herod licks his tongue at the Rainbow. As he dives for him, Inferno Green also jumps for him with an uppercut.
In mid-air Inferno Green blows up out of control as he lands the uppercut, striking down both Herod and one of the jets. Herod re-transforms to his human form while crashing down to the ground. Inferno Green lands roughly, looks at his arms in wonder, then to Herod, he cracks a smile.
Megan who was watching Herod this whole time rushes to go check on him. He lies there almost lifeless. His an old man, his youthful ages of strength and vigour are way beyond him.
"This is not you Herod. We've always known you for your greater choices," Megan speaks to the unconscious old man raising his head into her arm.
Elsa re-transforms to human and comes to check her father besides Megan in quickness and a tearful eye, "Dad. Dad. Is he gonna be okay?" she asks in desperation while panting his chest.
"Tell the wolves to retreat, I'd take your dad to the next camp" Megan commands her and gestures some guys to help carry Herod away.
Elsa stands up in a brief moment of perplexity. It seems like she's lost sense of what's going on on the battlefield over her little break. She looks around enraptured by shock, seeing more and more of her people cleave to death by the hands of the new soldiers mostly.
In the skies, one of the jet's engine burn of Inferno Green's flames, it has caught a bit of the explosion and is not at a boiling point. The jet wavers down, hits another jet and falls towards Elsa.
The shadow of the jet grows bigger and bigger on her. She's about to get caught off without a last word, and worst of all without the slightest bit of knowledge of it.
In its last moment of impact, she notices the shadow over her and looks up to the sky, it's too late. But fortunately her hero arrives, Jake dives at it in his red flames like a rocket and blows it up . As the particles fall to the ground, he drops near her and holds her in in his muscular arms shading her from every last shaft that came from the blast.
When the jet had fully made it to the ground with no particles left in the air, he pulls her out of his grip slowly and they both stare into each other's eyes like before, only this time he's the one holding her. In that instance a calm breeze blows in their heart and a beam of joy shows up in their eyes. It was magical.
However, anything that happens on a battlefield can be seen and reported. It's an open field after all.