Fallen peak in the distance is a few miles behind us visible just below the horizon.

The Star Stream in the sky beginning to slowly brighten, dying the sky a mix of pink and purples over the tower trees of the jungle.

I command my army of fellow wildes through the treetops, and canopies, leaping forward through the tree branches a few of them leaping above the canopy's leaves showing the enemy where we are.

This is not a surprise attack.

This is a fear tactic.

This is war.

My first war.

I don't count that last one where those three attacked Guardians of Origin.

I was nothing more than a hostage for political reasons.

Damn, I'm glad I killed them.

Now I just need to deal with these damned Regals, enslaving my brethren.

I see smoke starting to rise along the tree line ahead of us, embers dancing among the smokestacks.

They lit it on fire.

Shit.

They're trying to flush us out or dispatch us along with the forest.

But the jungle shouldn't be able to burn so easily, unless.

Magic.

........New plan we'll come out where they least expect it and attack them where their least guarded.

Oracle Seri, "All units forward through the flames let us show these regal scum what we're made of!!!!"

I lead my army leaping through the branches and into the flames.

The first one out of the flames my body is only slightly singed, a few black marks here and there.

I land on the ashen ground channeling the world's energy through myself and releasing in a shock-wave as my feet touch the ground, a bronze saber in each hand.

My brothers and sisters follow behind me bursting through the flames barely even burned.

I turn my eyes to the mages on the ground and command the animals of the forest to attack them.

Massive packs of greyrats swarm the regals ranks dispatching the mages still on their backs or attempting to get up.

Great Hawks fly down and snatch up those not already dead.

Iguana's dash through their ranks and bite off the heads off several regal soldiers.

Channeling the world's energy into my blades I lead my brothers and sisters into the fray.

Seri, "Let us show these horned ones, what it means to be a wildes!!!"

Just as our charge is nearing into the fray, a massive shock-wave of mana blasts away the wild animals killing them but leaves the regals untouched, and a strong wind slowing our charge to a halt.

Gazing at the scene I and my army stand there speechless.

Enemy Commander, "Form up, do not let such beasts overtake you in your stupor!

Mages line up!

Mage Knights to the front!

Spellguard surround them!

Spell Monks penetrate their ranks and break them down!

We shall show them what Regal's are!!!"

A large male regal dressed in adorned bronze armor and a red cape surrounded by several powerful-looking mages in hoods walks up out of the ashen fog blown up by the shock-waves force, and among his troops.

He stares me right in the eyes before turn his head to head back to the rear, my ears picking up him whisper, "Women have no place on the front line."

Hearing this my anger boils as the wind begins to blow harder, anger and defiance filling my mind.

What do you know, you think I wanted to be here.

You think I wanted my people to be attacked.

No, I came here because I had to, because I need to be here.

I came here to keep you from enslaving more of my people.

I came here to keep you from razing our lands, and settlements.

I came here to kill all of you.

The wind grows stronger the regal general once again taking notice, as a storm brews and thunder sounds with flashes of lightning.

Lightning strikes the regal's army and before I can hold back my rage a single sentence escapes my lips.

Seri, "Kill the Horned Ones!!!!!!!"

My army responding in kind with a resonating storm-like chorus.
Wildes Army, "YYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

Swept up in the feeling I respond in kind, leading their anger and our charge.

Seri, "For the glory of Wildes, for all of our enslaved brothers and sisters, for our countless fallen comrades, for the safety of our loved ones!!!!!!!!

WE FIGHT!!!"

AS I charge along with my brothers and sisters towards our enemy who has taken so much from us, my people chant.

Wildes Army, "WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!! WE FIGHT!!!WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!! WE FIGHT!!!WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!! WE FIGHT!!!WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!! WE FIGHT!!!WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!! WE FIGHT!!!WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!!! WE FIGHT!! WE FIGHT!!!"

Inhaling the word we, and exhaling fight, our every breath a chant flowing in the resonance of the chorus of our brothers and sisters.

As we penetrate their ranks.

WE FIGHT!!!

As we slay our foes.

WE FIGHT!!!

As our brothers and sisters fall dead.

WE FIGHT!!!

As countless more are slain on both sides.

WE FIGHT!!!

As we fight upon their hills of corpses.

WE FIGHT!!!

As I behead their commander and raise it up.

WE FIGHT!!!

As the last Regal takes his breath.

WE FIGHT!!!

As we take a look at our dwindled numbers and massive losses.

We Fight!!

As we burn the corpses of wilde and regal alike.

We fight!

As we march back home with massive losses, not knowing if our current numbers can further defend our territory.

We fight.

I sit on my throne of bronze plated wood, staring forward out the balcony of the keep at the tree-line of the jungle, contemplating our hollow victory, as I see a massive army of Regals approaching.

The words escape my mouth.

"We fight........."