The three beasts roar, the army they defy,

Far too strong, but who will come out high?

Will Jack save himself or face defeat?

A certain someone enters, the battlefield to meet.

Turning it upside down, with strength untold,

This is just the start, the Nomad's journey bold.

This Poetry was Cold...

THE 3 BEASTS & DEATH…

Khafra's attacks carried such force that even while airborne, the clash of swords with Jack cracked the ground beneath them. Jack struggled to hold his own against the commander, but he soon found himself overpowered, his sword pushed back against his chest, his mouth letting out saliva upon impact, his eyelids closing as he fell to the ground.

Standing over Jack, Khafra smirked. "What a pathetic performance. You're the one who tricked us and stole our gold," he mocked.

Breathing heavily, Jack slowly rose to his feet, his sword still tightly gripped in his right hand. His body felt numb as he used his left hand to push back his hair. Speaking in a tired voice, Jack said, "You won't get it. I didn't do it alone. I did it with my comrades who are present here in this war. And I will fight to protect them and the people of Egypt. I'll seek revenge for what you did to Aya and her father. I will win."

With cockiness in his tone, Khafra replied, "One should know when not to overestimate himself."

Khafra then commanded his soldiers, "He is mine. I'll take care of him. You go and fight the Royal Army." The soldiers obeyed, continuing toward the Royal Army's fleets.

Meanwhile, Pyrion, the Dragon Beast, flew over to the Royal Army's side, breathing fire upon the soldiers below. Kamil, his forehead dripping with sweat, commanded his soldiers to pull back if they weren't too close to the Nebu, while those already engaged in battle were instructed to stay with their comrades and head towards the commanders, avoiding the dragon's flames.

However, the existence of Hermeson, the Beast of Nature, caught them off guard. As the soldiers of the Royal Army approached the Nebu, Hermeson awaited them. Gripping the heads of the Royal Army's soldiers with his bare hands, he ripped them from their bodies and used their corpses as projectiles. Terrified, the soldiers didn't know how to react, realizing the Royal Army was truly in trouble.

Yet, one among them dared to challenge Hermeson: Ramon. Using his spear to strike Hermeson, Ramon managed to land a blow on Hermeson's shoulder. Though Hermeson noticed Ramon's assault, he couldn't react in time. Skidding on the ground, Ramon pulled out his own sword, shouting "Dark Armour," covering his blade in dark energy, increasing its strength, agility, and speed.

With revenge burning in his eyes, Ramon surged forward, charging at Hermeson. But in a defensive move, Hermeson let out a deafening roar, a roar so powerful that Ramon was pushed back, thrown off balance by the sheer force of it, the air itself thrusting towards him as he stumbled to the ground. Gasping for air, gritted his teeth, pulling the spear out of his shoulder.

Hermeson, speaking with a childlike innocence, mumbled, "You human tried to attack me. I kill you, human who attacked me." His words were simple, yet they carried an eerie weight, like that of a child who had recently learned to speak.

Hermeson then reached behind his back and retrieved his kanabo-like weapon, a long, round rod thick at the top and tapering down to his hands. Covered in large, lumpy spikes, it resembled a fearsome club. With a resounding bang, Hermeson slammed his weapon into the ground, shattering the earth around him as he let out a deafening roar, charging towards Ramon with relentless ferocity.

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Ramon, caught off guard by Hermeson's sudden attack, raised his sword in a desperate attempt to defend himself. He dug his feet into the ground, trying to brace himself against the force of Hermeson's blow.

But Hermeson's strength was unlike anything Ramon had ever encountered. With a thunderous impact, his weapon connected with Ramon's face, sending him hurtling across the battlefield. Blood dripped from Ramon's mouth as he crashed into the horses of his own soldiers, the sheer force of Hermeson's attack nearly defeating him with a single blow.

On the opposite side of the battlefield, Kasib stood, his breath heavy, the once yellow sand now stained turning dark red with the blood of fallen soldiers. Before him stood Colos, the Strongest Beast, grinning like a devil, his eyes ablaze with crimson fury, his teeth dripping with darkness. With a sweeping motion of his hands, Colos unleashed a sharp wind that cut through the air, slicing through the Royal Army soldiers with deadly precision.

Kasib, anticipating danger, planted his feet firmly and raised his sword to shield himself. But even as he defended, he knew the soldiers around him weren't as fortunate. The wind tore through them mercilessly, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

As he witnessed the devastation wrought by Colos, Kasib couldn't help but acknowledge the strength of his adversary. "This thing is strong," he thought to himself, his eyes widening in realization.

Colos, observing Kasib's survival, spoke with a hint of amusement, "You, human. You look worthy enough to be killed by me."

Unfazed, Kasib responded defiantly, "I won't die so easily."

Colos's grin widened. "Are you sure about that?"

In an instant, Colos vanished from Kasib's sight, leaving him startled and on edge. Before Kasib could react, Colos reappeared in front of him, delivering a powerful punch that sent Kasib hurtling across the battlefield. Despite the impact, Kasib managed to use his broken sword implanting it into the ground to halt his momentum, but his hands were badly injured, making it increasingly difficult to wield his weapon.

Back to Jack Sterling's confrontation with Khafra...

Jack aimed to use the weight of his body to strike Khafra, but the agile commander deftly dodged his attack, effortlessly evading Jack's sword strikes. "You, boy, don't know how to use a sword," Khafra taunted, his movements fluid and controlled.

Determined to press on, Jack attempted another strike, but Khafra once again sidestepped with ease, his movements graceful and precise.

Unexpectedly, Jack tapped into Level 1 of dark energy, twisting his sword in a manoeuvre that nearly caught Khafra off guard. Surprised, Khafra widened his eyes, acknowledging Jack's unexpected skill. "I never knew you could even use dark energy. I guess this will be a bit tougher than I initially thought. Well, it makes it even more interesting to fight you," Khafra remarked with a hint of amusement.

As Jack attempted to strike Khafra once more, he found his senses overwhelmed. Khafra's power caused a sensory overload, distorting Jack's perception and making it nearly impossible for him to focus.

Undeterred, Jack continued his assault, trying to strike Khafra despite the sensory distortion. However, Khafra effortlessly dodged his attacks, demonstrating his superior agility and combat prowess. With a swift kick to Jack's face, Khafra sent him reeling, his jaw throbbing from the force of the blow.

As Jack struggled to regain his composure, Khafra attempted to glean information from him. "So, who are you? Where are you from? We don't see many like you around here," Khafra inquired, curious about his opponent's origins.

Ignoring Khafra's questions, Jack instead opted for a surprising tactic. "You know, my cooking teacher taught me that sometimes what we eat can also be a weapon," Jack replied cryptically, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Confusion flashed across Khafra's face as Jack swiftly threw a packet of spice at him, causing him to cough and gag as the pungent aroma filled his senses. "You bastard, what the hell did you do?" Khafra exclaimed; his senses overwhelmed by the potent spices.

In an attempt to alleviate his suffering, Khafra turned off his senses temporarily, but the damage had been done. Jack seized the opportunity to strike, releasing his sword and delivering a powerful punch to Khafra's face. The impact reverberated through the air, leaving Khafra reeling in pain as Jack stood, breathless.

Khafra's eyes and nose streamed with blood, his complexion turning pallid, resembling a patient in a hospital ward. Jack, a few meters away, struggled to catch his breath, coughing up blood as he stood with grim determination.

"You are too cocky and dumb. Are all of you like this, or is it just you?" Jack's voice cut through the tense air, laced with disdain and defiance.

Filled with hatred and rage, Khafra's lips curled into a sinister grin as he laughed menacingly. "Today, you will die," he spat, his voice dripping with malice.

Coating his sword with dark energy, Khafra surged forward, his movements swift and deadly. With a flick of his wrist, he erased Jack's senses, plunging him into a disorienting void.

Jack frantically searched for his sword, his senses dulled by Khafra's power. With a desperate leap, he managed to seize his weapon, narrowly avoiding Khafra's lethal strike.

But Khafra was relentless. With a swift turn, he unleashed a wave of dark energy, sending Jack crashing to the ground, his body wracked with searing pain.

As Jack lay on the ground, his body ablaze with agony, Khafra approached, his sword dragging along the dirt as he closed in on his wounded prey. With a cruel smirk, he lifted Jack with ease, his grip like a vice around Jack's body.

In a cruel twist, Khafra hurled Jack into the air, rendering him helpless as he descended toward the waiting blade.

With a sickening thud, Jack impaled himself on Khafra's sword, his body skewered by the cruel metal. Thick blood poured from his mouth, his eyes fluttering as darkness closed in around him