As the news of war spread throughout the community, the warriors became elated. The kaiju had been unopposed for too long, and with it, boredom had spread throughout the warrior class. Mortal combat was their life, and without it, they felt unfulfilled. They had spent years of their lives learning the ways of battle from the unwanted ones, and finally, they could experience what it was like to fight alongside them. Blood rushed through their veins, and they could not wait to fulfill the bloodlust that had been idly gnawing away at their souls for years. After hearing the news, the warriors returned to train with the unwanted ones, bringing the news of war with them.
When the unwanted ones received the news, they did not show any signs of emotion. The only acknowledgment that came from them was a glint of primal fury. They had known about the coming human war long before it had been decided. They watched as the human spies entered their territories unopposed, knowing something had to be done. They bided their time until the council caught up to what they already knew. They had been ready for war for months, seething with rage at the audacity of the puny humans.
Deciding then that they would release their pent-up fury upon the humans, releasing years of angst, frustration, and contempt that they had been holding onto since the end of the civil war. Throughout the training, the unwanted ones had taught the warriors most of what they could. Some techniques and fighting styles were unsuitable for the warriors being smaller and not as inclined to violence. The unwanted ones used what the kaiju council considered forbidden techniques, bites, slashes, and serums, doing whatever it would take to win a battle. The warriors were unwilling to embrace their more primitive side, using their size to grapple opponents, casting them aside before mashing them with a flurry of stomps and tail swings. Despite being valuable techniques, the unwanted ones always insisted that the warriors embrace their primal ancestry to become lethal warriors.
The training continued as the council began to organize itself, planning attack routes and allocating warriors into groups. Not wanting to lose their edge in battle, the unwanted ones began preparing their warriors for the upcoming battles. Knowing they would be appointed commanders in the coming war, they began training the warriors harder, expecting perfection. Once they became satisfied with the warrior’s output of their formal training, the unwanted ones gave the warriors an option. They could continue their training, learning the forbidden techniques and how to use them effectively, or they may return to the main settlement and await the start of the war. The warriors did not flinch at the offer. They were determined to defend their homelands from the humans doing whatever it would take to decimate their population. Seeing the overwhelming response, a hint of emotion crossed the unwanted one’s faces for the first time in years. They were excited.
Now interested in the training, the unwanted ones became involved with the warriors, giving them demonstrations on how best to perform the forbidden techniques — aiming bites directly at the enemy’s throat, slashing across their face and through vital organs, discussing how best to immobilize and enemy by cutting the ligaments at the back of the legs. They were no longer training fighting techniques but teaching the warriors how to become true apex predators.
After months of training in the forbidden techniques, the warriors had become unrecognizable. They were vicious beasts and ready for the final piece of their training. Tensions were never higher between the kaiju and the humans, the species nearing the cusp of war. Humans were invading the kaiju territory daily, setting fire to the jungle around their settlements and setting lethal traps along their pathways. In return, the warriors split themselves into two groups. While one group trained, the other would search out and destroy anything that looked remotely human in the area, rotating with the other group each day. The unwanted ones had decided they had seen enough. They were hungry for the blood of their enemies and could sit on the sidelines no longer. They would be the ones to strike, but they had to complete the warriors’ training before making the first move.
The unwanted ones gathered the warriors late at night under a new moon where the night was at its darkest. When all warriors were accounted for, they were briefed on their final training piece, the mutation serum. They were told that the first time using it, the results would be extreme. They would lose themselves to the rage, reverting to their animalistic selves without control over their higher brain function. They would have to mentally focus on their enemy while drinking the serum to combat the loss of control. Doing so would leave an imprint in their minds, giving them a primary target once they became inebriated by the compound. The warriors understood, knowing it would be far too easy for them to picture the despicable humans in one capacity or another. After spending time with the unwanted ones, they had also witnessed the insurgence of humans into their lands and had begun writhing in disgust at the sight. They were ready and willing for the serum.
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With the briefing completed, and the warriors eager to ensure their devastation of the humans was absolute, the unwanted ones dispersed a dose of serum to every warrior. The warriors twirled the serum flasks between their claws as they received them. The liquid within the vials shone with different hues of blue, intriguing the warriors as to what combination had produced such a color. Not one to share their secrets, the unwanted ones finished dispersing the serum to the warriors and then dismissed them. As they gathered their belongings, the unwanted gave them a parting message. The war would begin in the morning.
As the sun rose, the warriors were already awake and prepared. They planned to move north from the training camp and set up a temporary staging area closer to the main human cities. From there, the warriors and their commanders would divide themselves into groups, spreading out in every direction, destroying anything human they encountered. Each group of warriors would be assigned an unwanted one, now known as their commanders, to guide them through their transformations and siege attempts. The commanders had become impatient, waiting for what felt like ages to return to a battlefield; they could barely contain their bloodlust as they completed the final battle plans for the squadrons.
By late afternoon that day, the forward operating base had been set up, and all groups were ready for battle. The commanders knew from past scouting missions that humans operated in the day. Due to the tactical advantage that nightfall would provide, the commanders decided to bide their time, waiting only a few more hours until they struck. In the meantime, the groups mobilized out from the base and positioned themselves around the cities they had been assigned to.
Nightfall came, and the groups descended upon the human cities as it did. As the commanders had expected, the humans were so disorganized that they could not form any meaningful counterattack. By dawn, the cities were flattened, leaving nothing behind but smoking buildings and the dying screams of humans that had not yet succumbed to their injuries. As the sun rose, the warriors and their commanders returned to the forward camp to rest and tend to their minor wounds after their moonlit rampage. Once all the troops had settled into the camp for the day, the commanders briefly met and felt as though they should inform the council and community of their great success in neutralizing the human cities, knowing that they had put a massive dent in the human’s expansion capabilities for at least a few months.
After deciding which commander would return to the council and which other groups would take on that commander’s warriors, the kaiju was off, heading back towards the training arena and further down the path to the main village. As the commander made its way from the operating base to the training camp, they heard a rustling within the treetops. Thinking nothing of the commotion, it continued down the path, brushing the noise off as birds fighting in the treetops as usual. In reality, those birds in the canopy were a group of humans waiting for the next kaiju, and as the commander walked beneath them, they sprung from the trees with thick metal nets and chains, covering the commander and bringing it to its knees before it could react. The net completely wrapped the commander, catching it by surprise and restricting its movement. This momentary restraint was enough for the humans to chain its feet together before toppling it over and fixing a clamp around the commander’s nose and mouth, preventing it from biting the chains to break its bondage.
In what felt like an instant, the commander was restrained, unable to stand, bite, or claw at its captors. The pinnacle of apex predators within the Kaijuverse was now at the mercy of a despicable and rotten species. As the commander understood the magnitude of the situation, hatred began seething through its veins. The pathetic, insulant humans would pay for their transgressions against the kaiju, regretting the day they captured one of the most ferocious beasts in the known world.