"RUNNNNNNN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES."
"Cowards!" Hordakian warrior GR'HNT twirls his battle staff that swirled with crackling energy as his fellow Warriors rush past him. Being the largest of their Fleet he stood proud of his achievements. Even as he witnesses bloody body parts hurling past him he smiles. He was one bloodthirsty son of a bitch. Of course he had yet to come up the hill to witness his opponent. Upon reaching the hilltop his eyes find blood soaked grass as far as his eyes could see. Bodies of his colleagues torn in half and flung aside in favor of the next chunk of meat in their unexpected enemies path.
Hearing massive hooves stomp through skulls in a shallow crunch amid screams of the dying even GR'HNT paused to drop his jaw. In the air all around him flew Technorides with guns firing viciously at the 8 foot tall Satyr. His beard bristles as he finds himself confounded by the appearance. Never before had he seen a female Satyr. He was uncertain if there was ever one in existence on any world. Obviously yes. Heavily muscled and hair abundant below the waist, colossal breasts bobbed about in battle. If not for her demeanor GR'HNT might find her appealing. Wincing he decided to smile. He did find her appealing. A warrior woman in her own right. A woman his equal in ferocity. In strength. In...GR'HNT decided to join his allies in retreat.
Buzzing about Bianca TeLeone in her fury the Sprite O'Tah assisted in taking out some of the Technorides. Her outer body armoring up and her fiery wings generating enough energy to fire herself off like a missile. Slicing though shielding and clean through Hordakian pilots. It was a messy job but O'Tah wanted to do her part. As if Bianca needed it.
As a Technoride crashes in a burrowing path near the beastly Bianca she retrieves the gnarled metal cycle and hurls it skyward toward another bike. Collision course she takes the flyers out dropping them in a fireball of grinding carnage. Zipping by her giggling O'tah affectionately called Iota clapped. Bianca ignored her completely leering instead about for further battle. For all that sought escape more chose war. From the other side of the hill charged dozens more.
High above the battlefield a Hordakian ship hovered examining the dilemma. Their mission here did not include a demon Satyr. The Commander of the vessel watches through magnification.
"Why are we fighting this creature? Lord Dorsey instructed us to locate a woman named Circe, what she possesses and our missing Comrades who came here before us."
"Perhaps this creature is Circe? That, or the cause of our missing warriors. Our own soldiers are being ripped apart. Should we ourselves retreat?" Questioned his 2nd in command.
"Would you like to return to Lord Dorsey empty handed?"
"No Commander. Yet, returning with hands would be valuable."
"For that I shall let you lead another assault upon this...this...Goat? It appears female yet it has horns like a Ram. Perhaps both sexes. how uncommon."
"If that is your orders I shall obey."
"Commander S'Lopp?" Interrupts his surveyor, "I am detecting a dimensional anomaly hidden in the hills to the west. It would be ripe for hiding in."
"Indeed. Change of plans Tuskorog. Locate this dimensional rift. Bring me this Circe. Take all that she possesses and kill those in your way."
"As directed." Tuskorog salutes with a grunt then storms from the bridge to engage upon his mission. Taking another 30 flyers with him. The Commander returned to his chair to brood. This would not look good when Lord Dorsey got his report. His forces dwindling he tapped his chair arm nervously. His Bridge members flaring their eyes at his insistence in staying their course. Just how many lives needed to be lost before he left this island?
Amid the chaos of Bianca's rage Addison Rogers leads her small band of Pirates and one lone Osirian Goddess in the form of a panther away from battle. Hiding under a thicket of trees they manage to avoid detection. With so much air and foot traffic it would be difficult to get past them. All they could do was try.
"Watch your steps." Addison points at branches that could easily snap creating enough noise to attract the opposition. She no more than advises them when the Conquistador Montoya plants a boot down hard resulting in a resounding crackle. A Hordakian soldier laying back out of fear hears the branch break. Gun whirling toward the shrubbery he winces. To his shock out prowls a tiny black housecat. Sighing he grunts with relief and moves on. The cat was harmless after all. He would live another hour at best.
As Detroit returns to her group Addison puffs her cheeks, "Let's not do that dance again Montoya." The Conquistador agreed with a concerned nod.
Once the coast grew thinner their mission continued. Addison had decided helping Bianca was not the best option. Getting she and her crew killed before saving Jack Ramse would not serve him well. She owed the man everything. She owed her Aunt a mental apology. A true apology should she survive this day. With Bastia aka Detroit leading them through her keen sense of smell and tracking ability they bypassed the soldiers. Reaching the mystery area cloaked by Circe, Detroit stops and resumes her human form. The change so instantaneous that the male members of their group gasped.
"I sense a mystical barrier here. On the other side is where we shall find Jack."
Technorides slowly surveyed the area above them. As if they too knew of the zone of silence. The Hordakian Field Leader Tuskarog guiding his men to locate an entry point. "They're on to it too. Only a matter of time before they get through. We wait until they do then come to Jack's aid. Fan out. Eyes in all directions. No battle until the time is right. That means you Petrolus. You bloody Romans are head strong." Addison then pats Kensington on the shoulder, "Holding up okay Jolly Ole?" She knew he was still weakened from the Djinn's draining of his life force.
"Aye Cap'n. Comin' along. Ye?"
