The angry grass catapults and the enslaved mutated grass insects surrounded the walled home of the grass pixies, making sure there was no escape for the pixies inside. Well above the village, the skies were quickly taken by the undead butterflies and undead hornets who swarmed in mass.

In the dead center of this swirling mass stood two figures, the leaders of this army, Bunet and Horter. They watched as the grass pixies below reacted to their presence at the walls and above them by those at the walls having grass spears aimed at the sky and at those at the walls. Well, those not fighting took cover in huts and other buildings that made up the village as eager undead hornets had already begun to make dives at the village.

"Finally we've reached our enemy." Bunet said with a tone filled with satisfaction. "Now we only need to overwhelm and destroy them." Bunet said her mandibles were making happy clicking sounds as she was about to bring the entire might of her undead hornet swarm upon the home of the grass pixies.

But just before she could, she was hilted by Horter. "Now wait a moment; we need to waste our vulnerable swarms on a frontal charge when we have disposal units and tough siege weapons at our disposal." Horter stated to Burnet, simply, who found herself nodding to his logic.

She did not want to admit it, but he had a point, and a frontal assault by her swarm would probably overwhelm the defenders but would cause a lot of casualties for her swarm. Which she could avoid if she went with Horter's idea and had the ground forces be the main thrust while her undead hornets distracted them by giving from above.

So with an agreed-upon plan between the two zombie commanders, the attack began in earnest as both the angry grass catapults and those that flanked them, the enslaved magical grass insects, attacked the walls. The wheel of the catapults spun fast, but it was the enslaved insects that reached first, not that it did them any good.

As the defenders grass spears were quick to pierce them through, though they weren't making a dent in their numbers. As Horter was sending out some of his undead butterflies and having them enslave and bring back more magic insects, which meant any that were lost were quickly replaced.

Though, despite seeing how hopeless it was to slay the enslaved insects, as it wouldn't be enough as more and more kept coming, they weren't deterred and continued to slay them. Though after several moments that were somehow both long and short, a common occurrence in grand battles, the siege weapons of the undead made themselves known and felt.

The angry grass catapults were unlike most catapults as they slammed into the walls of strengthened and weaved grass walls that were created by the craftsman of the grass pixie clan. Now in range, they brought their arms to bear and began slamming the spiked ends at the wall like the snapping of a whip.

The craftsman of the wall showed as it held despite the fact it was being hit by twenty different siege engines at twenty different points. The hunters, now soldiers, continued to focus on dealing with the enslaved insects, not having a method for dealing with the siege weapons.

That duty was left to the elder Gressel, who still towered over fellows in his grand hunt form. He used his large hunting spear to force back the siege weapons. Though due to the fact that the enemy siege weapons were attacking all at once all along the wall, he could only push them back, not destroy them, as he couldn't engage them in a battle needing to push them all away from the wall.

"Keep fighting, men; we can win this!" Gressel screamed as he once again ran from one side of the wall to the other, forcing the enemy siege weapons back at another point. Only to have more siege engines attack another point, causing him to run over to that point.

This battle went on like this for hours as the enslaved and the undead kept pushing and the hunters kept holding the walls, but eventually something had to give, and so it did. The wall of interwoven grass had proven itself time and time again as it held, but this was due to the skill of the clan's craftsman.

The problem was it was only due to their skill that the wall had held, as they hadn't had enough time to truly transform it into another material or use other materials to reinforce the wall. So the wall had been totally dependent on the ability of the craftsmen's GRASS SHAPE; as such, it was the inevitable fate that the wall would fall under the onslaught, and so it did as several holes suddenly appeared in the wall.

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The defenders tried to plug it, but with several points to focus their numbers, the enslaved bugs began to pour through the holes in the defenses and move into the village. The elder Gressel broke off from the wall and began engaging the enslaved insects that had broken through, slaughtering them with his hunting spear a dozen at a time.

Sadly for Gressel, he could see it wouldn't be enough, especially as he could see that pulling himself on the wall had allowed the enemy siege weapons to create more holes in the defenses. Which meant the walls were now living on borrowed time and would collapse sooner rather than later. Gressel gave a sorrowful shriek as he now had to admit that the battle was lost.

So he sounded his bell, the sound going throughout the village, signaling the craftsmen and farmers to flee. Gressel, meanwhile, activated the magic of the hunt, making his hunters move with him as one being once again as they all swayed like grass and slashed their way to the escape point on the southern point of the village.

Far above the village, Bunet eyed Gressel's retreat with all his hunters as the walls crumbled. "Get ready, Horter; something is about to happen." Bunet said her experience with the grass pixies told her they were about to pull a trick, and she didn't want them to escape her grasp once again.

"You worry far too much. The battle is won, the walls are down, and they are merely fleeing for their lives." Horter stated smugly, seeing the crumbling defense of the grass pixie village with minimal undead casualties as another point in his favor for their little rivalry.

Horter would soon be proven wrong, as suddenly bursting out of a large structure within the village was the hurt grass serpent, carrying behind it supplies along with most of the villagers from the looks of it. Bunet, having been getting ready and seeing the escape attempt for what it was, reacted immediately.

She sent the full force of her undead hornet swarm at them, their hornets at the ready. The satisfaction in Bunet built as the stingers were getting closer to their targets and Hirter began to gather his butterflies at a much slower rate. Though right before Bunet's undead hornet swarm could reach their target, one of the larger pixies stood up and shouted something.

Whatever she shouted caused the grass, which had been rather tame within the village, to grow far outside of control. This caused Bunet's undead swarm to be flung back into the air by grass that had suddenly grown six times their size. " No bzzz!" Bunet roared seeing her longtime enemies escape into the grass.

She sent her swarm back after them, but it was too late; their accursed fey magic had helped them to escape into the grass. Bunet turned around and shouted to Horter. "You fool! You let them escape!" Bunet said furiously to Horter that he took a moment to adjust to the sudden escape of the grass pixies.

"I apologize, Bunet. I will take responsibility to the creator for this, but for now let's secure the village, shall we, so we have something to give the creator?" Horter said to a furious Bunet, who had to agree, as there was no way they could be given twenty angry grass catapults and come back with nothing.

Grekal looked back over her shoulder in the cart before looking forward once again and directing the grass serpent as best she could. Grekal thanks the magic of the woods and the gods of the fey that her trick with the greater growth had worked.

Though she couldn't let the success make her negligent, as she had to keep moving her people to the meeting point with Gressel, then on to where they needed to go next. Grekal looked over her shoulder one last time, seeing where the undead were still desperately searching for them from above. "Yes, where we need to go to make things right." Grekal said before looking forward again, though this time with a determined glint in her eyes.