They descended on him like flies round raw meat as he fought them off, his team quite far away from him, stopping on the onslaught of the Pruitians.
Bang!
His fist collided with a massive Pruitian who smiled the moment his enlarged fist stopped Cronos own. But that smirk was quickly wiped away as snapping sounds were heard and his fingers began to fall off. His head was next as it rolled to the ground, Cronos landing on his feet before charging into the crowd of Pruitians charging towards him. The corpse on the ground didn't see him leave the floor.
He moved through them slashing from left to right as his specialised weapon which could switch from a dagger to a double edged spear and finally to a twin double sword as he danced around like a ballerina, dropping bodies on his left and right. He didn't discriminate, between young and old, tall or taller. At that moment, everyone was a solider, and a soldier had two fate. Live to fight another day or die fighting. There was no mercy, and that word wasn't in his books.
Half an hour later and three scores of bodies laid at his feet. He stood and gazed at his victims, their corpses quickly turning to rotten flesh before forming black dusts.
He wasn't proud or anything, no, he felt nothing. It was just a usual day's work, but then he felt something, or better still he knew something was wrong. As he walked up the the steps leading to the Throne of Death, he pulled out the weapons that he had impaled some of the Pruitians with to the wall. As some of the bodies tumbled down to the ground as he stood gazing at the mass havoc of death he had spread, his eyes caught sight of some Pruitians who seemed to be the younglins of the race.
He got to the throne and slowly pushed away the current King off his seat. He had thrown a dagger into the heart of this man before he was able to execute the silent attack. He stared at the seat, observing it intricate designs as well as the symbols and gems strategically placed on the arm rests, the foot of the chair and the head rest.
He held unto the metallic helmet, his body spasming from the electric currents that coursed through his body. He grinned as he felt his Bionic core greedily taking in the energy.
"Beautiful!" He exclaimed to himself with a slight laughter of an upcoming maniac.
Suddenly he heard the tumbling of rocks down the steps as he saw a little Pruitian running down the steps quickly.
"Huh?"
He stared unmoving as the Pruitian who should be barely 5 feet in height skipped some steps rapidly, hoping he hadn't spot her yet, despite the nose it's feet were creating.
Cronos ignored the lad as he kept on enjoying the thrill of the lightning energy.
"This is good. I see why the humans want this, it's like heaven to the Bionics." He said aloud as the thunder rumbled again, and with a flash of lightining, he was struck by a huge bolt of energy.
"Ahh!.."
He fell to his face as his back smelt of burnt flesh with a metallic scent.
"...this is beautiful!"
He screamed aloud as he immediately let go of the metal helmet and jumped off the platform of the throne. He fell rapidly down the sky, almost immediately, his legs hitting the ground with a loud sound and bulging calves.
The young Pruitian who had earlier ran down the steps was now running away from the area of her slaughtered comrades, her small legs compared to her races, kicking against their decomposing body, their remains clinging to her once white garment.
Tears streaked down her eyes as she remembered seeing her sister go first by launching a successful attack. And then her brother who was the last to die on the throne before he was able to launch his own attack. She was next in line, but unable to budge her brother off the chair to complete her commitment for the greater good, she had no choice but to hide behind the throne. Even she with the heart of a martyr, willing to make the sacrifice, was still afraid of death.
She bumped into the groin of a soldier as she stared at the pale skinned brown haired lady.
"Ho! ho! ho! Look who we have here!" Micheal scorned as the terrified lad immediately fell on her haunches but was quick to be on her feet and make a u turn, running the other direction.
She was running and the next minute she was floating in the air, with her legs dangling and still moving in the air.
Cronos held her by the collar of her garment as he walked towards his team.
"Report!"
Caramel was the first to speak.
"About a hundred Pruitians soldiers surrendered after a fierce battle with the human soldiers."
Cronos nodded as the trio stared at the girl he was casually holding.
"Prisoners of war then."
"Yes sir."
"This one won't last been a prisoner, beside it got no value. We should just end it's miserable life." Michael said, pointing his weapon at the girl and inadvertently at Cronos.
"You might be a Bionic soldier, but we aren't of the same level, you're beneath me. So the next time you point a weapon at me, I will show how low you're compared to me."
Cronos said, the tip of his blade pressed against Micheals neck.
"Sir?" Caramel said cautiously as she quickly recovered from the shock of seeing Cronos moving in a blur. She watched as Micheal swallowed a ball of saliva, his throat bulging like he swallowed a big morsel of food. Hearing the sound of flowing spittle down his throat, Cronos felt satisfied his message has been passed. He turned around, lifted the young Pruitian ontop of his shoulder and began to walk away. The Pruitian turned towards Micheal and with a cheeky smile, sticked out its tongue.
"That bastard" Micheaal muttered under his breathe as he slowly picked up the pace, not wanting to lag behind his team leader and team mate.