Nepheli charged the front lines and Godfrey was at her side, they hit the front line like a pair of bulls, the shambles flew into the air cut in half, they rapidly bloated before explodimg in midair, showering blood and something scraped her face and stuck into her arm. She pulled out what looked like a bloodied rose thorn from her bicep and tossed it aside.

She proceeded to rip and tear into them with her battleaxe, stormwind whirling around her body to deflect any more of the tiny missiles. Lightning cracked each time she struck and each time she struck her heart seemed to beat, and each time her heart beat she seemed to feel a shock of electricity and a flood of storm wind through her blood, this was what it was to be alive, truly alive. She'd never felt this way before, she'd nearly felt this way once during a difficult sparring match but this... This was truly thrilling. This was truly what it was to be a lord of the battlefield.

She raised her battle axe and gave a roar as storm clouds started to gather overhead and wind whipped around as the battlefield started to be soaked with rain. Above a rather large ghostly storm hawk flew down and perched weightlessly upon her axe.

It raised it's wings to the sky, electricity sparking around it and screeched at the sky and the once brewing storm became a tempest. A couple of the birds who were large to fly because their bodies were too big and their wings too small, clearly the birds didn't care about what physics thought because they were thrown into the air by the sudden tornado and the stream of lightning that extended from the bird to the sky at the center of the vortex. She took a step forward and then another and bodies in her path were swept away along with anyone who dared stand before her, was this what it was to be strong? If it was then she'd use it to protect the weak and downtrodden.

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Godfrey watched his daughter raise her axe and give a berserker's cry, it reminded him of when he was younger and before Serosh purred in his ear and weighed down upon his shoulders. He watched an old enemy of his ride the winds as if born to them and land upon her axe, and then she disappeared in a sweeping spiral of wind, corpses, rain, and electricity. The army was being destroyed and there wasn't a damn thing they could do to stop it. He'd fought the storm king once, he was a truly powerful opponent and he respected him greatly, which was why he should have known he wasn't completely gone even if he was killed.

He ducked a flying body and smacked another out of the air with the at of his axe. It exploded on contact with his axe and the shrapnel of the body pelted him and a red mist suddenly bloomed out of it and disappeared just as fast on the wind.

His experience on the battlefield told him that these creatures were dangerous and seemed to have made with him in mind. Whoever made them, they knew him, and designed these foot soldiers to to kill him off... "What the hell did you get us wrapped up in?" He said, looking up to the tower where Galus was surveying the battlefield, it was useless though, he was too far away and high up to hear his words even if the wind didn't try everything in it's power to cram them back into his throat.

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Varre watched as a third of his army was destroyed. "A hundred of my creatures massacred in a matter of minutes... Just who the fuck are we messing with..."

One of his comrades came up to his side. "Sir, we should retreat, we caught them with their guards up!"

Varre shook his head. "We can't retreat, Lord Mohg would have our heads!"

They looked down. "He might show mercy, She won't!" He said, as the silhouette of Nepheli came out of the tornado wall like it was just a curtain. She was sparking with electricity along her body and axe as she approached, he swore he saw spectral wings from her back and a crown of lightning upon her brow.

Varre looked at his comrade. "That's a fair point... But loyalty is only worth as much as you put into it. So lets put our all into it! Knights and nobles of lord Mohg! Fight for our lords love!"

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Galus looked over the battlefield, he saw the omen setting up barriers in the streets of Leyndell, sewer dwellers or no this was their city too. He gave the sign for retreat, he was more than sure that Nephi could kill them all herself but he had a feeling that it would take a toll on her, power like that always had a price of somekind.

Galus unsheathed his sword and raised it toward the sky. Godfrey evidently saw the symbol for retreat and he went over to Nepheli who was approaching the next battalion. who was charging toward her. She leapt into the air and and swept her axe to the side and a wave of lightning plowed through the ranks. Godfrey grabbed her and started dragging her away, she was evidently resisting his pull but she didn't have the strength to put up the fight she wanted to, and after a while of running she seemed to calm down some. "Now phase two of operation kick ass begins. feigning retreat and funneling them to the right spot , then we can unleash tmfd upon their heads."

One of the perfumers looked at him confused. "Tea what?"

Galus laughed. "It means true mother fucking destruction, in my land our armies sometimes shorten phrases down to a few letters to deliver information faster." He wasn't lying, he was going to deliver true destruction to all of them and he was going to deliver it with a smile.

He looked over toward Morgotts position and nodded. They opened the main gate for Nepheli and Godfrey through, and he moved down to meet them. He laughed as he saw them running through, the storm still raging above, and he saw lightning flash behind them as the doors slammed, letting Galus get a brief glimpse of the ghouls outside as the sun set, though it already looked dark as night because of the storm.

He looked over Nepheli who had a few scrapes on her, two wounds in particular while not big at all, they were bleeding rather freely. "Let's get you patches up huh?"

She nodded looking down at the stones, her battleaxe held limply in her right hand. He gestured for the perfumers to treat her before Galus grabbed her axe and took it to give it a nice sharpening, he felt she earned it. It was a heavy thing and he had to use both hands to carry it.

He first let some rain water wash the blood off the axe before he ran the whetstone along the blades. Each scrape of the stone along the steel, each groan from the gates, each screech of a beast outside, each and every one of these sounds further fueled the fire in his stomach, a fire that was his rage, he'd tried to smother it but it burned on, beneath the layers of medication and therapy he put over it, it growled for release like a beast in his soul, only now did he realize that it never left him, it was a companion he would have for life, a faithful hound that would follow him always, whether he liked it or not, he'd tried chaining it up, but that clearly didn't work, so if they were stuck together, they might as well try to get along, so he went ahead... And undid the latch on it's proverbial cage.

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Miquella looked over the game at Trina, they'd been at this game for the last three hours, but he felt something shift inside Galus' mindscape, and he watched as something approached in the distance, he couldn't believe it'd taken this long for Galus to do it, but he'd finally conjured something into his mindscape, it looked to be a dog, a damn big one about three and a half feet tall with long dark fur and seemingly fat with a lot of loose skin, likely one bred for warfare among colder climates, even if it almost looked like a lion.

Miquella looked at it, and it looked back with what looked like fire a fiery glow in its irises. It gave a deep rumble in it's chest before giving off a bark before laying down and closing it's coal like eyes.

Trina blinked, and looked at Miquella, she felt it too. "Rage? His first manifestation was rage? He hasn't even been pissed off by anything yet."

Miquella shook his head. "Not true, his fight between him and the misbegotten that attacked him and Irina, and then there was the nobleman who was beating on the misbegotten babies, and let's not even mention Pidia, he followed your instructions to the letter and rammed that bottle so far down his throat he's probably shitting glass as we speak."

She frowned. "Why didn't his rage manifest until then?"

Miquella looked thoughtfu and after nearly a minute he said. "Because he didn't accept it until now, he'd always locked it down and even when he had raged he never actually embraced it as a part of who he was."

She frowned again. "It's not any breed of dog I've ever seen before..."

Miquella shrugged. "Probably something from his world, looks like it could crush a man's head with it's jaws alone."

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Morgott looked down at the army clawing at the gates, he felt he recognized the magic used to puppet their corpses. he raised a hand and blades a volley of golden blades and a motioned his arm down and they flew down at the bodies, and sheered through their bodies and they exploded in blood and red mist. He closed his eyes and looked back toward the city, his father was talking to that man who was a follower of Miquella, the same man who demanded the omen be allowed fight as well. He didn't trust him, he'd killed an omen hunter for disagreeing with his blasphemous orders. He disgusted Morgott, but a small part told him that he was being hasty in his judgement, the other parts of him told that little part to shut up.

He closed his eyes and sighed turned back to see some of the red albinaurics were hoisting ladders and marching toward the walls. A couple of seconds later they raised them up. He was about to throw another volley of swords at them when he saw one throw a torch, a second later an explosion blew the gates open.

He dropped down before the army his staff shattering as he brought it down upon the head of the first creature in sight revealing the oil colored blade inside. He swung and cut the head from a giant crow, and smacked an albinauric off of it's back with his tail, before summoning a second sword and started to tear through the army, then narrowly dodged a group of albinaurics as they cartwheeled toward him, they had blood spikes coming out of them, and the small black horns coming out of skin nearly dug up an unwanted memory. "Coincidence." He muttered.

He raised a hand and a shower of blades came down upon the army and he rushed one swinging his blade and it's head toppled. He heard a chorus of roars behind him, he looked back and saw omen he'd known for years before coming up from the sewers charging out into the army swinging their blades that he had cursed to break...

An enemy took advantage of his momentary distraction, as a man in white cut his arm, he felt his control over it disappear as his tendons were severed. He glared at the man and swung but he grabbed one of the ghouls and flung it into the path of his blade and he cut it in half causing it to explode, pelting Morgott with thorns and what looked like polin.

He growled then vomited blood, that blood, his curse had come back to haunt him. He growled and swung his sword a trail of red following it blasting the man back and he all but exploded from the inside out as his blood caught flame and erupted from the wound. "How dare you! How dare you release this curse! I'll kill you all!" Morgott screamed, as the curse pooled and spread over the battlefield, and at some spots exploded in splashed into the air throwing them back. He watched as omen crashed into the creatures and released ghostly missiles of their own cursed blood. He watched however as what looked like hooded figures in red scarves attacked them, he thought he saw... "no, stop imagining things." He said to himself, and as it on queue he was attacked by one of them himself, and he saw them himself, black horns, the same as his brothers.

He barely deflected it's blade because of his shock and cut it in half. "No... It can't be... He's dead!"

He rushed through them, swinging as he ran, he cut his way through the swaths of enemies, eventually another man in white cut the back of his legs severing the tendons from underneath him. "Well, well, well, Morgott the fell omen, it's an honor to meet you, I'm sure Lord Mohg would love to meet you again." The man said, putting his hand on Morgotts shoulder and they began to sink into the blood of the battlefield.

Morgott glared up at him. "What do you think you're doing" he said, skewering the man through the stomach, bur still he sank up to his chest now, he turned to his father and smiled. "I-" and he was gone.

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Lattena had scoured nearly the entire city for her friend Mirina, now Lobo chuffed and flicked his ears, he caught her scent. She looked up at the massive corpse of the gargantuan dragon it cast a shadow over this part of the city, Lobo hopped down to the ground and sniffed the ashy ground, before walking forward, evidently he needed to know what happened as well, his brother Lubis who he was born with in his mother's litter, he needed this as much as she did. He sniffed the ground and pawed a pile of ash revealing a large wolf's skull, she closed her eyes and gave a moment of silence, that was when she heard it, a shriek, she was tackled from Lobo's back.

She rolled in the ash and pulled back her bowstring an arrow already knocked, and she saw her, a large black ball of what looked like black paper on her head. Lattena east her bow string back into place and crawled over to Mirina, she was still wearing her chainmail but her cloak she wore had long since frayed away leaving only dark blackish blue tatters. Mirina screamed at Lobo and put the ash over Lubis' skull.

Lattena came up behind her and put her hands on the black dumpling on her head, she tore it back revealing all of the insects inside, it wasn't a fucking hat, it was a hive, large black wingless wasps with jagged stingers they crawled over Mirina's head and face her eyes were eaten out of her sockets. She shrieked as a distinctly large wasp with a red thorax and wings crawled from her ear and tried to fly away, Lattena shot the bug from the air and finished ripping the dumpling off. And threw it aside, any of the wasps that remained quickly scuttled to rejoin her hive, Mirina was covered in stings and bites, and was unconscious from the pain, she saw ash was blowing from her nose, which meant she was breathing atleast.

Lattena put her on the back of Lobo. And got back onto her faithful wolf. "Let's go Lobo." She said, and Lobo leapt onto a rooftop and then rode off leaping from roof to roof, one of the insects apparently got on her because she felt one sting her hand and she yelped and smacked it, it was the most painful thing she'd ever experienced, and she nearly fell off of Lobo but steadied herself. Now was not the time to be thrown off a rooftop.

She saw albinaurics shooting long sharp red crystals down at Galus who had surrounded himself with five golden discs four on each side and one on top, he sat in the midst of it evidently he needed a helping hand, she grabbed three arrows and tried to pull the string back but her hand started shaking. "What the..." She looked at her hand, the sting had swollen up like a grape, it was the damn venom... She cursed a storm that rivaled the roiling cauldron of rain and lightning that churned overhead. She switched the string to her offhand and used that to pull the string, she fired the bow and thank the birthing drop for the magic that made the arrow aim itself because she knew damn well it would have missed otherwise. The arrow planted deeply into one of the albinaurics and she felt a part of herself cry, but she could clearly see that if these things were albinaurics they sure as hell weren't anymore. She shot another and another, one by one they fell and eventually none remained standing on the walls.

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Morgott grunted as he his the floor he sat up and grabbed his sword, flinging the man in white off of his blade and through a large stone tablet and slammed into a stone pillar. He saw a shadow fall over him, and saw him. "Mohg... No... You're dead!"

Mohg knelt down next to him, putting his hand onto his shoulder. "It's been some time, Morgott."

Morgott grabbed his hand and wrenched it off of his shoulder. "You've been here? This whole time?! You never told me where you were going nor did you tell me you were going to leave at all! You bastard you left me alone!"

Mohg took a step back a look of shock on his face. "I... Thought you'd be happy to see me..."

Morgott grunted as he attempted to stand but his legs still didn't work. "Happy? Father atleast had an excuse for leaving us. You were the only one I had, why the fuck did you leave me?!"

Mohg took a breath. "Let me show you-"

Varre's mask cracked before coming off completely blood pouring from his mouth. "L- Lord Mohg... Help... Me..."

Mohg tousled Morgotts hair as he moved to Varre. "Is he dead?"

Varre shook his head. "I brought your brother here... I... I thought you would have like to be-"

Mohg rammed his trident through Varre's chest. "You're not supposed to think! You're supposed to follow my orders you fucking fool!" He flung the body over the edge and his body disappeared into the dark seemingly endlessly deep cavern.

Morgott watched his brother fling the man out of the temple with wide eyes.

Mohg turned. "Now, let me show you."