The miserable rage Catapult was patrolling on the ground, the only one of the three commanders to do so. As it made its rounds going from one territory to the next that made up the domain of the kingdom of necrotic smog battalions of grass catapults traveling at its side, it found itself thinking on the current situation once more.

It has promised to bring death and destruction down upon these villages for daring to attack the kingdom it was made in. Though sadily the grass pixie clans would fall and become a part of the kingdom of necrotic smog before he ever got a chance to follow through in his promise. This angered it greatly, which was fine, as it was a being of rage, and it saddened it as well because it was made a liar.

This was also fine due to it also being a misery. So the miserable rage Catapult found the two dark emotions thatsde up its existence were fuelled by the current situation. Which the miserable rage catapult thought was time as it found its emotions switching between rage and misery as was its nature. Though it was able to take some satisfaction in the large tire marks it left in the grass plains, its wheels were rather large, so the tire trails it left were rather large as well.

This upset the grass pixies who were trying to maintain the grass plains despite all the necrotic smog coming out of the ground and in the air. Besides this small petty revenge, the miserable rage Catapult was able to act out the miserable rage Catapult found itself moving in circles, nothing happening. Though luckily it was still at the stage were everything was still new and so it hadn't gotten bored of the view yet. Though hopefully it would never be, the miserable rage Catapult knew such things were out of its control, and only time would tell if he could remain satisfied with its constant payrolls.

Though it did have high hopes it would find a way to remain satisfied with its lot in undeath. The uncertainty of the future angering it and saddening it at the same time. Which was its nature, so the miserable rage Catapult was happy for the moment as it continued to patrol the territories of the kingdom of Smog. Though before it could cross the border wall into the next territory, a sad smog grass catapulted and directed his attention to something coming towards him fast.

The Miserable Rage Catapult prepared its misery Catapult arms, causing the miserable rage Catapult to have a barrage of miserable necrotic venom ready to be launched. The rest of its battalions of smog grass catapults are also ready to launch barrages, though it turned out to not be necessary. as what was coming in was an undead hornet, the one Bunet had sent earlier as a messenger.

The miserable rage Catapult waited for a few moments before the rapid buzzing of the undead hornet signaled how close it was. Once next to miserable rage, the catapult passed along its message, informing it of the threat currently rampaging its way through the kingdom of necrotic smog. This information is quite happy, while as much as being made of rage and misery could be.

This rogue grass pixie by taking the actions that he had now allowed the miserable rage Catapult to deal with him in a way that he felt would be rather satisfying. Hopefully there would be enough left of him for the miserable rage catapult as it was a given that the other two undead commanders would reach him first. So now, with a sense of urgency, the miserable rage catapult was made to move where the intruder had last been spotted. The miserable rage catapult felt the urgency because being the one to kill the intruder would go at least a little way in upholding its earlier bloody promise.

So it was that the miserable rage Catapult made it rapidly across the different grassland territories, heading straight for where the intruder was last spotted. Though instead of finding the intruder broken and dead already slain by the other two commanders. He instead found the commander's their supperwapons and their armies destroyed. For a long moment, nothing was said as the battalions of necrotic grass catapults slowly moved with the miserable rage catapult as it slowly moved by the destroyer remains of its comrades.

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In the grand scheme of things, the miserable rage catapult was rather young and had no real time to connect with its fellow commanders. Not to mention, as he was on the ground and they were always in the air, there weren't a lot of opportunities to interact with each other. Despite the lack of personal connection, the miserable rage catapult views them as comrades, as they were all part of the same kingdom and tasked with patrolling it.

So they would be avenged. " My catapults we mourn those who have fallen." The miserable rage Catapult said in its necrotic voice, which was filled with misery. It then spoke again, though, in an entirely different tone of voice. "Once we have mourned, we will destroy those who did this." The miserable rage Catapult said its voice was now filled with rage.

So for a few moments the catapults stood still in silence mourning the loss of their comrades. Then they moved forward, following after the one who had committed the slaughter that had left a mass grave of those that were charged with defending the same land as them. They charged across the grasslands, going in the same direction the bodies had been pointing to, and they were soon proven right in their decision.

They found the intruder attacking the next wall that separated the territories, and so they stopped and then let loose a barrage of green venom. Once again turning the skies green as their barrage flew across the sky. The intruder some how noticed the barrage coming at his back and turned to charge at them dodging around the falling barrage. The miserable rage Catapult and its sad smog grass Catapults did not stop as well, continuing their barrage as they closed in.

Though the barrage continued to prove itself ineffective and so the intruder was able to each melee range. The rage smog grass Catapults were waiting formed into a front line before their long range catapult brethren the rage smog grass catapults began to engage. The melee battle that broke out between them and the intruder did not end well for them. The rage smog grass catapults used their rage to pull themselves together so that they could continue to attack the enemy.

But sadily for them the intruder kept cutting them into smaller and smaller pieces until they could no longer pull themselves together. They tried to squash him under their spiked arms, but the intruder danced around their swings; no matter how many swung at him or how fast, he always dodged every attack. So despite all their rage and their superior numers all of the rage smog grass Catapults were destroyed.

Through their sacrifice, the miserable rage Catapult and the sad smog grass Catapults had gained distance and so were able to launch the barrages once again. Though as before they failed, and the intruder closed the distance between them once again, leaving it to the Miserable Rage Catapult to slay the enemy as the intruder closed until melee once more.

The miserable rage catapult tried to run the intruder over well also using the angry smog catapults that were part of the bottom part of its frame to bash him to death. Neither tactic worked, and instead the miserable rage catapult found itself vulnerable as it was sliced to pieces from the underside upward.

With the miserable rage catapult killed as well as the rage smog grass Catapults those left the sad smog grass Catapults were made quick work of. The intruder looked at the mass grave of the once-proud Grass Catapult army and then spoke. "This is going to be a great legend to tell the others later!" Greero said excitedly to himself before he charge at the wall trying to make his way towards the skull that ruled the kingdom of necrotic smog.

Now with the fall of the miserable rage, Catapult, the only hope was that those newly created elite units were enough to save Maxwell from death. Though the destruction of all three undead commanders, their super weapons as well as their armies did not paint an optimistic picture. But the undead kingdom of necrotic smog had gone against the odds before; who was to say it would not do so again?