“Battle always warms my heart.” Syvan said to his Aimon, overlooking the battle, standing at a slope a distance away. “It gets the blood pumping. Especially when it’s the first and last battle of my Brother as Heir.” He added smirking.

Things had gone well. Who would have thought that trying to chase after his brother’s fleeting fancy, the Emeramantis Queen would have led to him finding about the true conspiracy going on in the North?

When he had stepped into Taher’s outpost, just burnt bricks and blood all over. He had not expected this opportunity to fall into his waiting arms. Yet it did. She was weak, she was delirious. She gave it all up without missing a detail, and he gave the lost lamb the guidance she needed so.

‘Get that Yellow Tier, moving to the next region over. I’ll round up as many Second Tier Aimon as I can, and we can send them south. Deal the damage you promised and more, buy yourself the time and trust needed to get this operation running.’ He had whispered while caressing her back and she had listened damn well.

Here he was, the bastard, Syvan Oak, about to watch his Brother crumble, his army trampled. Mere hours away from becoming the Hero this Dukedom needed.

“I’m going to have to apologize to the First Prince when he loses his status as Heir to the Imperial Throne. For I am not about to let the good people of my future Dukedom be ravaged and eaten by this mad horde of Second Tier wilds. Ain’t that right girls?”

They stoically nodded and he laughed. Of course it was right. The Guilders and the Soldiers, the soldiers particularly, could die for all he cared. Filthy idiots that agreed to relinquish the God given privilege of Man to Bond and Rule over Aimon. How did they ever expect to stand up to the might of Aimon? Wild they may be? Without the proper training, the proper skill, and the proper class. The Class of Royals, His class. Brawler.

“Oh, here they come. This is about to be delightful.” He rubbed his gloved hands, nodding to himself with a glint in his eyes. If any of his Aimon considered his behavior a bit overly maniacal, they didn’t comment

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“This is about to be carnage.” Myron said and braced himself for the gore he was about to witness.

From the Canyon’s ledge where the waterfall cascaded onto the river came flopping down a mass of Aimon. Some where quadrupeds with rocky protrusions on their skull like rhinos, others where bipedal creatures with massive heads and small bodies. Some came in Human form as well, With massive arms that dug into the cliff face to stop themselves from drowning.

Many simply caught the wind and pulled themselves across, whether it was with a flap of wings, the swinging of massive dreadlocks - rods of stone and mud that they swung to push their bodies across the distance, their flat legs and webbed palms. They simply got away, clearly running from something.

“The Hateful beasts are here to spread their Aether in these clean lands, to destroy our livestock and bring us down with Famine. To take our children, and our futures from us. We won’t allow that to happen! Fight Soldiers of the Oakenshield Duchy! FIGHT!” Tomin shouted, his young voice ringing far and wide.

One of them beat two massive wings and flew the distance. It’s flat head pushed against the air but no amount of pressure would stop the hulking beast or derail its flight, for there were holes on the massive wall it had for a face through which the wind passed and it howled terribly.

It landed past the banks of the river, sliding up the last part of the slope.

“Hold!” Shouted the Commander next to Tomi. The Aimon looked back at its Region, where its home had been and then back at the soldiers and the air around them. It took in a deep breath, then another.

Its pupils dilated. Rock they may have been but Myron understood shock when he saw it. It tried to breath again but it was met with an unfamiliar lack of Aether, a complete void. It thrashed as the world fell out from under its feet.

A Silent roar made Myron’s hair rise, goosebumps traveled down his back and into his brain. The silence came to be filled with the grinding of stones against each other. Sweat soaked Myron’s clothes.

“Shoot!” The Commander followed his own order and from his spear a bolt of energy, loosely held together, rapidly spinning to push through the distance, golden energy. Condensed Aether, Pure.

A hundred more of these bolts slammed into the Aimon’s wings, which it had slammed into the earth in front of it. A great big wall. Dust rose as its rock armor chipped. From above Aimon begun to fall down on the soldiers.

{Dom!} Like a Gong an Aimon with small legs and two arms like marble pillars descended and crushed two men under its weight. “Formations! Activate the Maneuver Enchantments!” They all levitated at the commanders order and as the ground shook they escaped it.

“Shields!” He screamed and the massive Aimon, the rock dragon unfurled its wing-wall and opened its jaw wide, massive javelins of raw stone flew into the formation, a hail of them. It dug its legs deep into the dirt and kept steady, firing without end.

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Blood spurted up, washing the turbulent wind with its spray where more Aimon descended, screeching at their enemies below, all entering into a swift frenzy.

They sent forth great cutting Gusts, sending dozens of soldiers maneuvering in the air down to the ground, and where an Aimon flew down dozens of meters through the air. It pushed a flock of round rocks with wings and slammed two massive pillar arms into the ground. The Earth moved in a literal wave, the sound of a great bell washing over the clash.

“Dakini! Take Flight! [Astonish]!” Myron called out shouting over the silent Guilders, who watched on as the army got decimated. He rushed forth; pushed through the hesitating groups and grasped Jaimon’s shoulder. The young blond turned around.

“M-mYron.” His voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”

“Helping! Come on, shout something, get them moving!” He shoved Jaimon forward. He stumbled.

“Fall down, [Terrorizing Howl]! Then back!” Myron continued and the wolfish shout that escaped Dakini’s throat seemed to do the Job. Jaimon snapped awake. The haze of the horror of a horde of super-powered Aimon rushing at him faded away.

“Herf, [Counter] his Earthquake!” He called out and the Bercule started to beat its horn to the ground like a drum, the vibrations spread through the earth canceling out the shaking and horrible cracking created by the Pillar Aimon.

“Angel! [Screech] into [Tornado]” He called out, and more orders followed. The Aimon took the the skies like a kite in a wind storm. A storm of its own creation that sent the Earth Type Aimon tumbling, losing all orientation and finally leading to them crashing down on the crowd.

“Syl, [Sprout]!” Myron called pointing in the distance and a forest of grass rose to entangle a cubed Aimon where its Maw was hidden within its shape, its limbs poking out from whenever they wished throughout its body. It screamed and fought against the binding force of Syl.

“Come on! Someone Hit that thing!” He shouted and Jaimon was the one to respond. “Kira, Douse that thing in Sludge!” He shouted.

The Poison spread green, purple, and fowl over the the cube of black and gray earth and it opened its maw wide, splitting its body into jagged halves to scream.

Myron grabbed a trainer next to him and shoved him away. “Move out! Spread out! We’all too close to each other!” He said and then Mery was on him like a truck. The slid across the dirt, taking other Trainers down to the ground as a blast of concentrated wind exploded where he had just been.

“[Shrieking Mandrake!]” He pointed, then stood. “Thank you Mery. Jump up and knock him down good!” She nodded and pushed against the ground, she rocketed up like a Super Hero.

She came to a floating stop next to the offending Aimon and cracked its skull with a [Headbutt] before punching it hard with glowing Orange Aether and sent it hurling down to the ground. “Wooohooo!” She howled.

That got the other Guilders to wake and soon they finally entered the battle. Orders where shouted, Aimon where released, attacks where hurled at the enemy. Different Trainers banded up and took on Aimon together, other’s fought alone and many spread out, trying to pick off what they could. Dozens of Tier 2 Aimon came down the cliff and over the river, dozens where killed, their shields exhausted through relentless attack, allowing even the soldiers to damage them with their weapons.

“Another big one incoming! Angel, [Glacier Crash, on me!” Jaimon shouted at the top of his lungs and many took notice. They joined in on the attack, and the battlefield fell some degrees in temperature as an absolutely massive coordinated attacked slammed into a massive Aimon at the upper range of Tier 2.

It screamed and bore the damage, the Aimon around it moved to attack Jaimon and those that had gathered around him, roping more of the aimless Guilders into the fight.

Aether flared everywhere, heat blasted him from the right and ice buffeted from the left, the wind picked up sharply, he struggled to breath some times and he wasn’t alone, thrown about like a toy he tried to keep steady and direct his Aimon properly.

The Soldiers… Myron noticed now, that they were dying more than they were killing. They coordinated wonderfully even with the Commander beside Tomin dead, squashed beneath the wait of an Aimon.

Spears and Guns, enchanted gauntlets and explosive kicks, they moved about like flies in the battlefield with expertise and training like no other.

Even then, ten of them swarmed around an Aimon, and blasted it with their Enchanted guns, shot it full of holes only for it to heal. It took, the death of all those ten men to kill a single Aimon. A war of incredible casualties, every potential victory pyrrhic.

“Jaimon. I leave this to you.” Myron said and begun to rush over to the other side of the battlefield. Syl, lead the charge with Dakini and Mery on the flanks. They jumped any Aimon in their way with a combo of attacks and left them disoriented. Letting others finished the job.

Tomin was left with command, by birthright, of these soldiers, and they were dying quickly, to not a fault of his own. They were just, weak. Simply mortal.

A pair of velociraptor-like Aimon with massive heads like those of horses with more ragged lines, and horns jutting out.

They lunged at soldiers and slashed their armor open with their massive feet before crunching them to death with their mouths and tearing them apart with a single snap of their necks. Bolts slammed into them, stopping them in their tracks.

But from behind came a rolling boulder that tore into the army’s ranks. It stopped atop a pair of soldiers, and opened up like a clam of gems and rocks. A Solider screamed as he slammed his knife arm into the creature and it screeched in pain, slamming shut and taking half of the man’s head and torso in its depths.

From inside of its shut mouth an explosion sounded, dampened, and blood in the form of liquid metal leaked from its lips.

“Gather up in groups of Twenty! No need for sacrifice here. We are winning. They are just frenzied monsters. Take your chances but stay spread out, take it slow and dodge to the best of your abilities. I want all of you hearing my words right now to remain alive!” Tomin shouted out orders.

He seemed competent enough in the seat of General.

Through the battlefield and across from Tomin, the River rose up as a trainer screamed orders at his Aimon.

They buckled under the strain, and blood begun to leak from their noses and eyes, but they persevered.

It rose and exploded up the waterfall in great spiral spear as thick as trees. Great jets of water swallowing and tearing at the Aimon still trying to join the fight, or running away from some perceived danger behind them, turning them into cobble.

The water, now murky purple and brown fell back down with a mighty crash; threatening to rush up the bank of the river. Another few explosive pillars shot up before they crashed back down, the Aimon that had been on the attack having stopped.

A behemoth of a bird descended from the skies and with its metallic beak it pecked and plucked the Trainer screaming those commands out of thin air. His Aimon attacked the much more Powerful Wind Type with ruby eyes and diamond feathers. Sending it cawing and flying away.