"I want your flesh."
It's voice was melodious and devoid of emotion.
The figure of which it echoed from was so small in comparison to the grand scale of the battlefield; and yet their voice was heard crystal clear as if spoken directly into one's soul.
It did not have urgency or need to scream aloud.
It was like a whisper but with every intention to be heard in its entirety, not a single sillable inaudible or misspoken.
Murmurs of fear washed over the frozen audience of warriors, while the gluttons still remained blissfully still.
"I don't want to have to hunt you, or take your spire. Simply give me fodder to breed."
The statement was delivered in chilling curtousy, as if it wasn't asking for the lives of people to be turned into livestock.
Although disturbing, this message was revealing of some of the mystery behind the humanoid glutton.
Not only was this sentient glutton capable of conjuring a colossal glutton and to command an army of their own; but it was capable of scheming…
It had a plan. It had a desire and it was capable of thinking up of ways to get the outcome they wanted.
It wanted to farm what it wanted. It knew that humans reproduce. It knew that the army before it posed no threat.
It knew that it could get what they wanted by simply showing up, making the statement, and walking away without so much as a fight…
But what it didn't know, and what Lilo also did not realize, was that although fear was one of humanity's weaknesses… it also created one of humanity's strongest motivations.
Three P's:
Pride. Preservation. Perseverance.
Notice how Peace is missing among them. That is because peace does not play a role in humanity's strengths.
They have never been a race that flourished under tranquil serenity.
No.
Humans breed the most success when the three P's united to cook up a storm of raging indomitable spirits.
The warriors before the sentient glutton and the overwhelming powerful colossal dragon were fearful…
But more importantly they were too proud to submit.
The deeply rooted desire for self preservation was too embedded to relinquish their will.
And even though they were exhausted from slaying their enemies… they choose to persevere.
Wonka spoke into a mic that connected to his subwoofer speakers atop his notorious white van.
"Fuck. You."
His response made the army of human warriors roar out and begin a chant as they resumed their charge.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"
The shepherds joined the fight with their cravers, bloodying their grey uniforms as they chanted Wonka's montra and cut into the sea of gluttons.
The kite riders resumed their barrage of ariel strikes, the sky streaking with beams of mana blasts.
Blood erupted everywhere and the battlefield was consumed with vengeful wrath.
Lilo watched all this enravel behind Bubbles, clutching tighter around her waist as their Griffen shredded through the flying gluttons under Burberry's command.
He could spot Jawbi jump out of the van, but he looked completely different, only distinguished by the goofy overalls he always wore.
He was covered in hard candy crystals, from his head all the way around his upper body, making him look like a colorful golem.
He roared the mantra with two middle fingers over his head as he charged into the sea of unmoving gluttons that were on the verge of being pulverized by his hardened muscular fists.
Pepper continued to shoot, but she had used her boots to kick down the windshield; allowing her to aim comfortably from within the van that Wonka steered.
And to Lilo's surprise, he even spotted Lemon exit the vehicle.
She wore her usual yellow rain jacket.
It was strange that this cohort got to ditch the usual uniforms that everyone else wore and somehow dressed similarly to people back on earth.
If Wonka was the inspiration behind their outfits as well…
Lilo's heart fluttered with excitement.
There were many signs that led to Wonka's quirky and genius ways being a result of Lilo's old world…
And now that he made the connection to their clothes, he had no doubt about it.
Wonka must have been reincarnated into this world as well. The van. The inventions. The clothes. Hell even the name.
Lilo couldn't wait for this horrifying battle to be over so that he could finally talk to someone from his world and ask his burning questions.
Lemon's yellow figure was a blur as she dashed into the sea of gluttons with confident strides.
He had an awkward stance though, with a lemon slice between her teeth in her mouth and a jar of honey tucked under her elbow.
'What the hell is that girl about to do?'
Lilo's eyes grew wide as he witnessed her pull out the lemon from her mouth - drool splattering and dripping out from her lips - and she bared her pristine white jagged teeth, biting into gluttons like they were a snack.
One by one, she went through the unmoving crowd of monsters, biting chunks of out them in a frenzy.
It almost felt repulsive and wrong to witness.
But as Lilo observed closer, he noticed that the bite marks started to grow a blight of deterioration.
Each glutton bitten by her vicious chomps were decaying into dust…
It was as if her saliva was contagious of a deadly disintegrating acid.
Lilo's jaw unhinged from sheer awe at the bizarre sight of Lemon in action.
She was one ferocious beast on the battle field, almost indistinguishable from the gluttons.
'Didn't she say she was their healer? Well that was a lie!'
Just as he was mesmerized by the unruly sight of Wonka's cohort, Bubbles shifted from under his grip.
"You should let go, I'm about to jump." She shouted over the wind.
"What the -?" But before Lilo's words left his mouth, she broke free from his grip and back flipped off of the flying griffin like it was a simple maneuver.
Lilo's already agape mouth and enlarged eyes, grew even more as he marveled as her flawless form glide through the air.
Her cloak of glutton leathers flew off and her bubble suit stretched out into a squirrel suit, allowing her to traverse her fall into a glide.
Her fit and curvy figure was accentuated by the wind that flapped against her skin tight body suit and Lilo was momentarily distracted by the view.
But not too long after he missed his balance from the Griffen's abrupt turn in the air; and with Bubbles no longer being there for him to hold onto…
He fell.
His legs flipped over his head, disorienting his fall as he flew off the back of the glutton.
The gut wrenching feeling of falling grew as he plummeted immediately.
His limbs flailed about helplessly as the traumatic memory of him splattering on the temple courtyard resurfaced in his mind.
'No no no. Not again. Why are you so stupid? Why did something so simple make you lose your focus! You had one job Lilo. ONE JOB! Survive dammit!'