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  Everything hurt. Despite the stinging muck his mind still swam in, he could already tell that most of the ribs on his right side were broken with a few on his left being fractured. His left arm was dislocated, the fingers of the other were broken along with his claws, and he was fairly sure most of the scales of the side he was laying on were gone. Half of his horns were broken down to stubs, his tailblade was cracked, and almost every tooth he had-
  He finally opened one eye when he realized he still had something in his jaws. Concrete dust slid off his broken eye-ridge as he lazily looked over, and he saw that the metal antler he had used to anchor himself throughout the battle was still in his mouth, albeit twisted and warped like some kind of tree bent up from the road he laid on. Looking past the top of his head with a groan, he saw the titan looking back at him through the same eye he saw just before they had started spinning. It was largely unchanged. The glass of it's eye was strewn across the ground behind him to reveal the mechanical innards sitting in darkness inside. The only major differences were that it was also covered in a thick layer of concrete dust and that the rest of it's body under the gaping hole in it's neck was gone.
  'I must have killed it in my sleep.' He thought. He heard no reply from Raawg other than a pained hiss, though considering what side they landed on, he was surprised he could think anything back to him at all. Deciding it was time to get up, he tried opening his jaws, the first time failing with a hiss and then the second slowly prying it away, most of his teeth protruding from it as he rolled onto his belly with a crick. He hissed at pain renewed, his body feeling like he had been dipped into a pot of boiling water, and after the stomach-churning nausea passed, he gingerly placed his feet flat on the ground and curled his snout towards his chest, steadily pushing himself onto his hind legs and letting dust run down the crevices of his scales. He slowly looked over as he settled down onto the base of his tail, seeing the bloody stain on the asphalt behind him littered with his scales. Blood ran down the entirety of his right side from his jaw, the outsides of his arm and leg, and down half of his tail where he saw the sharp end of it had chipped off. Looking back at his own blood trail, he decided to go that way, closing his nostrils as he headed towards the thickest part of the dust cloud that hung through the abandoned city streets like a fog.
  He slowly limped his way through the mist leaving behind a trail of blood and footprints, the amount of debris in front of him increasing. Finally, he came to the first intersection where a huge wall of broken glass, steel beams, and stone was packed between another skyscraper and the lower foundation of another, and embedded about two stories up in the ruined building sat the body of the titan. At this point it was little more than a large dented hunk of black metal with it's stub of an arm on one end and half a wing on the other. In the middle was a huge gaping hole that opened up like a maw of sharp torn metal for teeth, but this wasn't the harbinger's doing. The teeth curled out away from the hole instead of in, meaning something had bursted out. Perhaps some manner of weapon or internal explosion had caused it, but he was really too tired to care. Now that it was dead, it wasn't his concern any longer. No, what he looked for was beyond the rough ground, just ahead of him in the center of the next intersection.
  Gently maneuvering around the obstacles of the destroyed man-made mountain, he finally came to the faded crosswalk. In front of him, coated in a layer of dust like beige-colored snow, was the harbinger. She was no longer an abhorrent multi-limbed monster of fur and muscle, but the wolf donning her human guise as she laid there facing the sky. She was naked with her eyes closed, her belt nowhere to be found among the large pool of blood that surrounded her. The falling dust stuck to her her blood like sap, drying all but the deepest cuts that lingered on her body from every angle he could see as he came closer. The slits of the inside of her ankles, the holes through her hands, the gash on her nose, the cuts across her entire front, every scar she gained from that battle carried to this form she had. Glittering in the faint light shining through the mist behind her were green shards that must have been the horn she had been stung with earlier, probably forced from her body the moment she started shifting back. From the expression on her unconscious face, it must have been excruciatingly painful and exhausting. Her usually black hair was slicked back from the amount of blood that seeped from her scalp, and looking down as he neared her side, he could see she was barely breathing. As shallow as they were, she could have been mistaken for a statue on the ground, a heroic defeated angel with a single green wing of broken bloody glass.
  "You fought well harbinger." He said, limping around to her right side and leaning his head down despite the pain that flowed through him. "I witnessed today a battle of legend. Man against beast and beast against a pantheon of unnatural gods, all manipulated into the scheme of a metal malformed titan spitting lightening and fire. Among these creatures, none were greater than you." He admitted. "No matter the side that wins after, I haven't a doubt that your tale will span far and wide amongst the mouths of many. The creatures of this world will look back on the scars of this land and recall the myth of your righteous fury for generations to come. In that too harbinger, you are immortal."
  His tail limply shifted to the other side, kicking up a small amount of dust as he cracked his jaws open. "And while every tale must have an ending," he took a step back, licking the dust from the front of his jaws, "it would be a waste to let that gift of yours die with you. I assure you it will be much safer here," he leaned his head down further, grabbing her arm in his mouth, "in my belly."
  And he bit down. Her limb was already decorated in so many holes and cuts that the blood seeped up into his mouth like a sponge, even though her bulging flesh was far less yielding. It was like squeezing down on the trunk of a tree, but even as what teeth he had left pierced into her stony muscle, he had stopped as soon as he had begun. Not because of the sudden leap from a roaring yellow-eyed beast that came at him from the mist. As it's front slammed into him and he blacked out for the second time that day, he recalled why he had stopped.
  He had halted because of her taste.

-xXx-

  Everything hurt. Not as bad as he had when he had woken up last, but the pain was more widespread than just his right side. Sensing light, he cracked open an eye and sniffed, hissing out of weakness and pain and the familiarity of this place.
  He was strapped to two different beds pushed together by thick black belts, his arms and legs splayed wide as they too were tied down, along with his tail and his snout as he had come accustomed to seeing the times he was in here. What he wasn't accustomed to was the thick sheets of gauze wrapped around his jaws and the hard white inflexible material surrounding his body like a turtle shell.
  'You're awake.' Raawg stated.
  He tried shifting around in his constraints, but he was still too weak and too groggy to do anything besides faintly squeak the bedsprings. He sighed through his nostrils in light frustration as he watched the ghostly serpent that was his mentor float in front of his eyes.
  'Why are we not dead?'
  'Luck it would seem, as little as we have.' He hissed in an unseen pain of his own as he continued. 'The harbinger-'
  'She is no harbinger.' He corrected bitterly. He distinctly remembered the taste of the wolf's blood, of her flesh. And while it was by far some of the hardest flesh he had ever come across in his hunts, the taste of her blood was no different than any other of her kind he had devoured. For all that power and speed, she was nothing special, among her kind or any other.
  'Whatever she is, she is dangerous.' Raawg gaped his jaws with narrowed eyes in a warning. 'As are the rest of those self-proclaimed gods.'
  'That they are.' He breathed slowly through his nostrils, noticing a dull ache every time he did so. 'They took us back to this place and are healing us. Why?'
  'Why I cannot say. How is much more astonishing.'
  He nodded mentally. 'The human ambush?'
  'Dead.' Raawg swam around in a circle. 'The time the wolf had gone missing before anyone had seen her? She was busy destroying them while we were defeating the dog-god.'
  After that, he simply closed his eyes and exhaled again in acceptance. Half a season ago he would have said such a feat was impossible, but after seeing the wolf gut an entire city to find the cud-chewer and witnessing just how fast and powerful her attacks were against the titan, he could do little to deny the claim that she could decimate a small army. He opened his eyes again. 'So she is alive.'
  'She is awake.' Before Raawg could explain more, a figure walked in through an open door a nurse was holding open at the far end of the room. The soft clacking of their crutch sounded out as they hobbled, with shells similar to his surrounding their arm and opposite leg. With a soft groan, they twisted around in front of him, sliding back into the chair in a visible effort to both ease their pain and keep from spilling the steaming brown liquid sloshing around in their disposable cup. The gator hissed lightly as he looked into the neutral expression of Harmony's trainer.
  "Nice to see you too, asshole." Cabal sighed as he sipped from his coffee, the scent from here already making him thirsty.
  He tried gaping his jaws, but upon the flash of pain that blinded him for a moment, he closed them again, cracking them open only enough for his voice to come through. "I was hoping you were dead."
  "Dito." He said from behind his cup, setting it back down on the arm of the chair before grabbing from the stack of magazines on top of a short table. "I was hoping you'd get crushed by the wendigo after Lavvy tackled that fucker into a skyscraper, but it seems like you're the luckiest bastard alive right now."
  "Luck had nothing to do with it." He tried raising his back, but again was denied by the pain and cast around his body. He settled down with a huff. "Unlike you suicidal human-thinkers, I keep myself alive."
  "The only thing that's been keeping you alive is Mint." he glared up at him a moment before returning to his reading. "After we brought you back, she had you opened up for hours to keep your body from collapsing in on itself. Your gastralia were practically separated from your body, the pubis on your right side was broken, your left femur was broken along with most of the arm on that side, and to top everything else that happened to you, your upper jaw was fractured."
  "None of that was broken in my fall." He growled, remembering the beast that slammed him into unconsciousness. "What's the matter herbivore? Couldn't challenge me injured as I was?"
  Cabal sighed as he flipped a page. "As much as I would have loved to pay you back for dropping half a building on my head, it wasn't me that put you in here."
  "Rmph." He exhaled as he looked away in thought. "Must have been the cud-chewer then. To ram me from the side-"
  "It wasn't Anne either." He said as he took another sip. "Her and some guy named Chad were busy helping me out of the hole you buried me in and into a healing tent."
  After that, he looked down his own snout, as if the answer would be there, but he found nothing.
  'It couldn't have been the wolf. She was in front of me and whatever hit me was much bigger. No other creature was out there, so who-'
  "Cabal, what'd I say about drinking coffee?"
  His thoughts were interrupted by the rodent he had seen in this room all too often, walking towards them in a fresh pair of clothes of her usual attire. She held a clipboard in the crook of one arm with her other coming to rest at her hip as she stepped to the side of Cabal's chair. He set the cup down and looked up to her with a shrug.
  "I can't babysit and sleep at the same time, Mint. I need something to keep me up."
  "Yeah, and then you get antsy every half-hour and leave your post anyway." She deadpanned him.
  "It's not like he's going anywhere." He motioned to him. "He's too injured to move just yet, so I don't see why I can't roam around a little. It kills me to stay still like this."
  "He's also awake two days before he should be doing anything. Besides, your cast comes off tomorrow anyway, so just tough it out until then, ok?"
  The herbivore rolled his green and yellow eyes. "Yes, mom."
  After sighing at Cabal's empty promise, she turned to him with a smile while she hugged her clipboard to her chest. "And how is Wally doing today?"
  He snorted as he tensed. "Well enough t-"
  He was about to retort some mocking insult and prove exactly how much he could move, as he usually did when he ended up in this room, but then he suddenly stopped as he felt the blood pull away from his jaws and his eyes widen, a cold shiver running down his spine as if he had just been privy to some horrifying truth.
  "That's great to hear Wally." She tilted her head with a sincere smile. "I'm actually quite surprised how well you've been taking to your treatments, and your healing rate has been faster than it usually is. As you heard, in about two days most of your injuries should be healed enough to the point where we can move you back to your cage. After that, we'll have a personal nurse check and attend to your injuries daily until you're all better." She patted the side of his cast just behind his neck while he just stared at her with open eyes. "So long as we don't hit any speed bumps in those two days, you'll be up and out of here in no time. Ok?"
  Speed bumps.
  The words just bounced around in his skull as he stared at her, unblinking. She must have taken it as a positive response because she twirled around with a smile.
  "Great!"
  As she did so, she grabbed Cabal's crutch from the side of his chair, his eyes suddenly torn from the magazine he was reading as he watched her start to walk away.
  "Mint, what are you doing?"
  "Oh, just making sure you do your job." She giggled as she walked.
  "What if I need to go to the bathroom?" His voice raised an octave as the space between them grew.
  "You should have thought about that before you had that coffee!" She answered a little louder, already across the room and rounding the corner into another part of the infirmary.
  "Mint!" He shouted, almost pleadingly before he sighed. "Son of a bitch."
  The ancient reptile finally looked back to him as the gator stared at him expectantly, equally hoping and horrified that the horn-head would confirm his suspicions.
  His response was a shrug. "I told you, she can be intimidating when she wants to be."
  He let that realization sink in a little while, Cabal going back to his reading until he finally recuperated from the shock.
  Just as he was about to say something, Cabal nodded over to his side. "By the way, Anne got you those."
  He turned his eye back to see a blue vase filled with a variety of red, pink, and yellow flowers sitting on top of a small stool. He recognized none of the species from his travels.
  "Why?"
  "To hell if I know." Cabal put down the magazine and sifted for a new one. "You're one of the most selfish gluttonous assholes I've ever known. Giving flowers to you is like selling ice to a pyromaniac."
  "No, I mean why flowers?"
  He looked up to him. "Well, flowers are what you generally give someone when they're in a hospital. Get-well shit and things like that."
  He turned his eye back to the herbivore. "How will flowers heal my injuries?"
  "They don't. They're cosmetic. They make people feel happy when they see that someone cares for them."
  He huffed. "The cud-chewer is as useless as always."
  "Aaand my point is proven." Cabal grabbed the next magazine and moved on.
  "Why bother bringing that up?" He questioned.
  "I'm going to be stuck here for the next two days babysitting your ass. Might as well make conversation since I can't do anything else."
  "So then," he asked, hoping to answer his questions, "why am I still alive?"
  The herbivore looked up for a second, scanning him over before looking back down. "Wally, believe me when I say I was the first one to suggest we should toss you into the first ditch we drove by."
  "I believe you."
  "But after arguing with Anne and Mint, we chose to bring you back to Harmony to let Lavvy decide what to do with you." He flipped a page. "Or one of the generals. Really, I was just waiting for someone to hand me a shovel so I could bury your ass in the cemetery."
  "One of the many mistakes you could have prevented, I'm sure."
  "Don't remind me." He exhaled as if he had breathed in some bad air. "Anyway, Lavvy was the first one to wake up and she told us what happened. You're a fucking back-stabbing coward, and you should have never been brought out onto the field without testing the program the generals designed for you." He sighed. "BUT, if you hadn't been where you were and intervened when you did, there's a good chance Lavvy would be dead right now, along a good portion of Harmony."
  He hissed. "I was saving myself."
  "We already figured that much." He scratched his chin as he looked up. "That being said, no one else could have gotten in at the time since most of the entrances to the inside of the stadium were destroyed almost within the first few minutes. That and having you being maimed as opposed to several other wounded members being outright killed is the better trade-off here. So she's letting you off the hook." His glare turned determined and deadly. "This. Once."
  He coughed softly in satisfaction. "You Harmony really are too merciful."
  "Oh you're not getting off scott-free. She let you off the hook for leaving me to die and sitting back while you left her to fight the juggernaut by herself. You still bit her arm and saw her naked. And she doesn't forgive that sort of thing. Ever."
  "Being bitten?"
  "No." Cabal chuckled.
  He snorted. "I don't see why. Her flesh isn't much to look at."
  "Please don't say that out loud." Cabal leaned back with a pained face, as if wincing at someone else's injury. "I don't want to have to evacuate the entire infirmary just because she's killing you."
  He snorted. "So, if the wolf isn't digging into my guts, what does she have planned?"
  He waved his hand dismissively. "As far as I know yet, small things. People can't take you out anymore without a mission-slip, higher security, downgrading the variety of things we feed you, the quality of it, that sort of thing. Basically things to make you miserable and to fuck you over if you even think about leaving that cage." His voice became edged for a moment before he brushed his hand over his face. "Though after the things I've seen you eat and drink, I still think you're getting off way-"
  "Wally!"
  Across the room a skinny pale human looking female ran a short distance before walking half-way between them. Her smile was framed by short brown hair, as were the grey reptilian eyes with slits that were rimmed with gold.
  "You're awake." She said, stopping a foot away from him, looking away as if unsure how to proceed. Unlike when he saw her last in this form, she wore sky blue scrubs along with the same sneakers, one hand lightly gripping the side of her shirt.
  "That I am." He hissed slowly through his nostrils. He shifted in his bed slightly side to side, and unable to move or rumble his reply like he would have liked, he simply looked over with his eye. "It pleases me to see you again, Kayla."
  "Hold on," the gator hissed as the herbivore held his hand up after looking between them with a raised eyebrow, "wait a minute, what's going on here?"
  "Oh, Mr. Cabal," she stepped back with a bright face, as if she just noticed he was there, "I, we, we were just..." she trailed off awkwardly before she noticed something, "wait, didn't you have a crutch the last time I saw you?"
  "I've been relieved of it. Doctor's orders." He grumbled with a frown before looking back up. "And don't call me mister. It makes me sound old." He squinted his eyes for a second before recognition lit them up. "Wait, you're Kayla, right? Kayla West. You're the snake infected Mint was patching up that came in with-" his voice died there for a second before he continued, "that came in."
  She looked sullen for a moment before she gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah. I had you for basic training before I trained under Mint as a field medic."
  "Ah, that must be why I didn't recognize you right away."
  "I thought it was because you had to squint to see me." She said sincerely.
  "Shut up. I'm not getting old." He shook his head before whispering under his breath. "You're really lucky I don't have my crutch you little-"
  "I've been so worried about you Wally!" Her head leaned against his ear with her arm just behind the horns of his head. He let out a small sharp hiss and she immediately leaned back.
  "I'm so sorry. You must be in all sorts of pain right now."
  "Rmph." He huffed. "It takes more than gods and titans to defeat me."
  "Nope. All it takes is a van." Cabal quipped from behind his magazine.
  She made a face. "A van?"
  "I will tell you later." He exhaled through his nostrils in annoyance before looking back up at her. "I take it your own wounds have healed?"
  "Yep." She spun around on one foot, her sneaker squeaking against the flat floor and causing her to wobble a bit before she landed straight. She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "Yeah, see? Good as new. Ever since a few days ago I've been helping out with the patients in the infirmary. You included." She added the last sheepishly.
  "And I am all the luckier for it." He blinked for a long second. "I doubt I could tolerate any of these other creatures poking and prodding at me."
  "Yeah, I heard about that. And it's a good thing too because," she paused for a moment before speaking softer, "I was the one assigned to be your, uh," her fingers became fidgety, "personal nurse."
  "WHAT?!" Cabal practically shouted, quieting a good portion of the room as all eyes looked in their direction. His own eyes were wide as he looked up at her.
  "Surprise...." She said with a small voice, locking her gaze with his own as though she dare not look at anything else around her for fear of breaking.
  He only lazily blinked again, though inside he was immensely satisfied with this turn of events. "That, Kayla, is perfect. I can't imagine any other creature I'd rather spend my time with."
  "T-Thank you." She said as she looked at the ground again, her body wiggling back and forth to the beat of some unheard song. Cabal could only look on as she did so, and after a content sigh, she looked to him again when her eyes went slightly further.
  "Aww." She said, walking to his other side and brushing her fingers through the flowers on the stool. "They're so beautiful." She picked a single yellow flower out of the bouquet, taking a gentle sniff before bringing it to her chest and looking down to him. "Do you know who gave these to you Wally?"
  "Yes." He hissed as he looked forward at the mental image of that sheep, still laid out bleeding on the floor under that column of stone. "A very stupid herbivore with a very distinct death-wish."
  "Oh." She said putting the flower back and picking the vase up. "Well whoever they are, I'll definitely have to..thank...them...." She slowly looked over in the direction of his gaze, her eyes looking over the broad-muscled physique of Cabal putting down a magazine before looking back to him, and then the ancient reptile again before looking back to the gator one more time, her eyes slowly widening all the while.
  "Something wrong Kayla?" Cabal raised an eyebrow.
  "Nothing." She squeaked almost at the same time, quickly going to his other side and rubbing the space just behind his horns. "Alright Wally, it's been good seeing you. I'll check in on you as soon as I come back up. Bye." She hesitated towards the side of his head for a second before she rubbed her own over his ear. After a few back and forth nudges, she left with a smile, the vase of flowers clutched in her hands in front of her.
  He raised an eye ridge of his own. "Where are you going with those?" He asked before she got too far.
  She turned her head over her shoulder to look back at him. "Oh, the flowers? Since I was given permission to go in your cage, I thought I'd plant these for you before they die out. That way they'll settle in and by the time you get back you'll have something pretty to look at."
  He opened his eyes at that. "Wait, Kayla, DON'T-" he hissed as his bottom jaw tried opening against his restraints, both his pain and bondage keeping him from raising his voice.
  "See you when I get back!" She closed the door behind her, leaving him hissing and Cabal looking at him with the corners of his face stretched so far up it looked like his cheeks would overlap his eyes. He had seen this look before. The humans called it a 'shit-eating grin.'
  "Well, that was fun."
  "Shut your grass-eating beak, fish-head."
  "Hey, don't forget who's guarding you, cannibal." He chuckled lightly as he went back to his magazine.
  "With an injured leg and arm?" He snorted. "You'd be easy prey."
  "It only takes one foot to kick an ass, Wally."
  "Against the only foot you can stand on? I'd still take my chances." He huffed out before closing his eyes. He knew had slept long enough, but with nothing else to do, he considered the events that transpired. He had witnessed a legend in the making and disproved a myth. He had defeated a god, fought a man-made titan of steel, and managed to anger the only creature powerful enough to challenge it. Along with the horn-headed herbivore that humiliated him in his past before having a taste of the cud-chewer that gave him his first scar-name. And now the creature he sought to shape with his affections would be spending time with him in the prison he had been so wrongly shoved into. He hadn't earned a kill-name, but all in all, it had been a pleasurable hunt, and with a belly full of prey, he was satisfied.
  "I hope you enjoy it." Cabal spoke up from his reading. "You might be the luckiest bastard in the world right now, but it won't last. Lavvy's gonna make sure of that. A few days from now you're gonna be exactly where you were; in a damp sunny hole in the ground with nowhere to go and nothing to hunt. And if you even think about hurting that Kayla while you're in there," he lifted his eyes to meet his, "I'll personally come in there and stomp your head into the ground. Got it?"
  He coughed at that. "If that is what keeps you from sleeping at night herbivore, you go ahead and fantasize such things." He turned a eye to the door the rattler used to walk into the hallway outside.
  "But I can personally assure you, that is by far the furthest thing from my intentions."
ZP: Mission 10 P2 - Creation of War Ch 10 (END)
This is what separates the Men from the Beasts......

And the great devourer lay there, disappointment at his tail and beauty at his head.

I very much loved writing every bit of this story. The only real regrets I have perhaps is the dialogue between the Juggernaut and Lavvy as well as not giving Wally a bigger part in all this. The dialogue I felt could have been better, more compelling/inspirational. And as much as I would have loved for Wally to go down there destroy the Juggernaut all on his own, i really couldn't think of a conceivable way for him to do that. Realistically, it would have been the equivalent of a beagle attacking a well-armed mailman with decades of military experience. He wouldn't have lasted long if at all if it had just been him. That and I loved the crap out of controlling Durga. All in all though, I think this came out pretty good. B]

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  That last word took the smile from her sharpened lips, an expression of silent rage settling into her face as she stared down the titan across the other side of the arena for a full second. After that, she dashed forward, almost disappearing into a blur as the cannon spiraled through the air towards it's owner. In a movement just as fast, the titan's wings suddenly shot back up, the mud that covered it literally left behind as it once again thrusted itself forward while it's hooves hovered low above the ground. It ducked underneath it's own cannon, but unlike the one embedded into the far right wall near where he hid himself, this one not only ruptured the hill of debris it landed into, it exploded in a huge plume of green fire as big as the boulder that had been thrown at it. The sound was mulled against his closed ears, but his eyes widened before he pulled his nictitating membranes over them, the shockwave rolling a thick layer of mud off the ground and him with it again. What he did hear was the harbinger's distinct grunt of pain as he felt her slide on one foot through the ground, then a thump as both feet suddenly stopped her in her tracks.
  "What's the matter, dog?"
  He opened his eyes fully as he righted himself, looking out into the field once more. The two giants had traded places, the harbinger turning around with a growl just short of where the titan stood less than a second ago. Her inner left thigh was blistering and black like the burns she had received before, and as he held his breath for the mouthed tail that hung in the air a little too close to him, he noticed four cauterized claw marks on the side of it's neck, decorating it like the bleeding gills of a shark as it growled above him. Besides the dents and damage it received before, the titan looked completely untouched as it stood there, casually setting one clawed hand against it's hip.
  "I thought the leader of Harmony would at least beat me in their own element."
  The harbinger gave no response other than a low snarl as she clenched her fists against her sides. Without warning she took off again, a bullet train of angry muscle, teeth, and claws. The titan likewise did the same, steam and streaks of green light left behind as it blasted forward low above the ground. This time he missed nothing as he unblinkingly witnessed their charge, the harbinger dropping into her quadraped stance as the titan leaned its upper body forward for more speed.
  With a sudden shift, she turned her lower right arm sideways, her turned-over paws digging into the earth before swiping back up to create another wave of water, mud, and dirt in the titan's direction. The machine's wings turned on a dime and pushed it towards the weaker end of the attack, the brunt of it landing behind with a splash as it's legs took the smaller portion of it easily. It was immediately met with the swinging snapping end of the harbinger's tail as she turned completely around, her upper body pushing off the ground as she drifted towards it. The titan twisted backwards out of the way of it's clicking maw before reaching out and sinking it's claws into it's throat, the tail's momentum yanking it around underneath the harbinger who was flipping over it's head.
  The titan let go as the tail dragged up to follow it's owner, twisting around as the harbinger landed on her hind feet a distance away. Her right arm once again flexed as she dug her paws into the ground a small ways behind her before flinging another wave up and out toward the titan. But by then the titan had blasted itself just in front of her, practically in her arms as it's right hand produced plasma claws, curled into a fist, and slammed into the left shoulder of her lower set of arms, directly onto it's glowing blue tattoo. Her reaction was just as fast as it's approach, her body slightly jolting as her left upper arm moved to grab the titan's while her right curled into a fist of it's own to deliver a punch in kind.
  The harbinger yelled out in surprise and anger while his own eyes refused to widen any farther. The titan's wing had turned around, but not to blast itself away to safety. The bladed edge of it's curved top intercepted, no, manipulated her fist. It's sharp jutting corner glided across the top of her knuckles like a knife, peeling away skin to reveal bones under a sheet of pink bleeding skin underneath. The rest of her arm followed while it pushed down, ever so gently guiding the aim of her arm from the titan's head to it's collarbone where her fist was grabbed by it's open hand. It pushed it's arm out straight while she did the same, it's closed fist opening to reveal the puncture marks the tops of it's plasma blades had made in her shoulder and to slice open the harbinger's open palm she used in trying to grab it's arm. With her lower right arm rising up, it rapidly escaped her embrace, it's wings spinning it's body away just in time to avoid being crushed by her double forearms coming back down again and to kick aside her tail that had whipped around the opposite end.
  The titan stopped and sped backwards as the harbinger flung herself in the air with the smash of her arm, bending both left limbs and turning to her side for an elbow drop. But watching these two was like watching a grasshopper fight a wasp. Her quick decent only smashed the ground after the titan weaved it's way from under her, spinning around and facing her back. It came at her with a thrust of it's wings, jumping as the mud splashed up around her fallen form. It almost looked like it was going to fly up and away, but as it came near her back it angled it's right hoof backwards and flew at an angle as it kicked.
  The harbinger immediately howled and with the impact of her move still fresh, she pounded the ground with her right arms, lifting her entire body up into the air with a spin to bring her arms up and backhand the titan flying above her. But then with another yelp she stopped halfway, curling her lower right arm towards her body as she landed on her back. The titan lowered and hovered backwards above the ground as it watched, the gator noticing for the first time that the horn of it's right hoof was broken off.
  The harbinger stiffly rolled over and pushed herself up onto her back two feet, her jaws clenched tightly together as he and the titan both watched her reach her upper right arm behind her back. With a growling whine she wretched something from behind her back, holding in her bloodied hand the equally bloodied green horn from the titan. About a third of it was gone, the end that held the sharp point ridged and cracked like thick broken glass.
  "The more you move, the more that's going to turn into shards under your shoulderblade, dog." It taunted smugly. "Every punch you throw is going to reduce that muscle of yours into hamburger. But I'm sure a handicap like that won't stop you. Not yet anyway."
  The ground quaked along with the trembling form of the harbinger, his whole body shaking in tandem to her vibrations. The mammal had no creep to speak of, but he could tell it was out of frustrated rage rather than pain from the closing of her eyes and the blood flowing down the pale knuckles of her closed fists. The difference terrified him more than anything else he had witnessed thus far, and he knew exactly the source of her anger. The metal titan, despite it's cold outer exterior, treated her as though this were a friendly rivalry than a battle to the death. It had gotten so close that their chests almost touched and yet only bothered to punch her shoulder when it could have easily sliced clean through it or anywhere else it had wished. It took it's pleasure from the fright of the wounded creatures outside and it's thrill from their earlier bouts. As though everything before now, all the death and destruction it had forced the generals to cause had been a mere setup for their meeting, a tedious task at best. He did not share the harbinger's intense emotions radiating off her body like fire, but he understood them well enough, and could only dare to hope that she would either die in their battle or fail to find him after she smeared the titan's insides across the colosseum like a bug.
  With no word, no movement, not so much as a hint of a breath, she opened her burning yellow eyes and leapt across the arena, the latter seeming to be her very intention. No, leapt wasn't the right word. She had leaned forward and slammed her feet and lower arms against the ground as if in her quadraped stance again when she brought low her upper pair of arms to dig her fingers into the ground and propel herself even faster. After that, her body straightened out like an arrow with her limbs coming to her sides, her speeding body simply seeming to hover across the ground like the titan had done so many times before. She covered the distance between them almost instantly.
  Almost.
  As her arms came around at the last possible moment, the titan fell backwards with it's arms against it's sides. It's wings spread out to straighten with the rest of it's body as it fell back from the point of it's heels. With barely any space between them, the harbinger glided over her enemy with a growl. The titan stopped almost on top of the ground with a puff of flame keeping it's back untouched until her thighs flew over, the flames becoming more intense and propelling it upward. It held two fingers out with each outstretched hand, it's plasma claws returning. With a small precise flip of it's wrists that brought it's hands back to it's torso, the blades sliced through the inside second joints of the harbinger's digigrade legs before it turned it's floating body on it's heels once more to avoid her tail as it rose back up. Her expression of rage was slowly shifting as she no doubt started to acknowledge her pain, but the speed at which it all occurred made it near to impossible to react. His own brain was still trying to process all of what he had just witnessed, failing to even twitch as she collided into the ruined lower rows not two meters away from him.
  Her body had gone from enraged and standing to bent almost in half in under a second, her body momentarily wedged between the ruins of the lower stadium seats and the broken edge of roster, her lower legs swinging limply over her gashed snout. Her tail lay across what remained of the rosters above, blood seeping from it's nostrils and the broken edges of it's hardened lips before it started to slide down. It was like a wet noodle in it's fall, it's base dropping between her legs and behind her head before flopping down like a dead thing on the ground. The pull of it moved the rest of her body out of it's position, her legs leaning down of their own volition.
  "GRRYAAAAGH!"
  A pitiful pained sound scraped past the harbinger's teeth as the ends of her feet pushed outward against the ground at the start of her flip, her upper arms trying to pull herself back towards the wall which only ended up twisting her around to roll down on her side instead. Her mewling growls only ended when her body rolled onto the softer mud at the bottom of the hill, coming to rest on her belly with her head entirely too close to him. He sheathed his eyes in membrane and half-closed his eyes for fear she would see their glow. But no such thing would come to pass. The glow of the blue markings across her cheekbones was dull, almost blending into her blood and mud-caked fur. All four of her eyes were closed, and he could feel the warm flow of air back and forth across his back through her nostrils. He didn't know the limits of this harbinger's senses, especially as she was, but even if she couldn't hear him through her drooping ears, he had no doubt in his mind that she could smell him, even with the rain shifting his scent. He knew hiding there from her was pointless; if she really wished to, she could easily pop his body under her jaws like a fat tick, even wounded as she was. But he stayed hidden regardless while rolling his third eyelids back half-way to peek into the field. It wasn't her he was hiding from anymore.
  Perhaps it was the sound of slow heavy steps sloshing through the mud, or some other sense of justice or self-preservation that prompted her to open her eyes, but once she did, she started moving. It was painfully slow, the way she pushed her lower pawed limbs against the ground to stand herself up. She didn't get far. She let out a deep whine at her legs that were loose and bloody beyond her ankles, every move seeming to drive the tears in them a little wider. It was only with great effort that she was able to arch her back up to stiffly slide her knees underneath her body. Her double sets of forearms began to mechanically turn her body to the open field, her tail and the ends of her legs curving over to the side as they dragged through the mud. From this angle he could see a great patch of red bloodied fur surrounding a hole in her back, right behind her lower right shoulder blade. The muscles of her back and arm spasmed, green and red bits of solid material falling down her backside and to the ground.
  A few dozen meters the titan walked towards her, slow and deliberate in it's approach. It was the confident walk of an executioner, sure in it's occupation and safety. And looking the harbinger over, he was sure of it as well. It seemed like every foot of skin or muscle had been damaged in some way, every piece from her snout to the end of her tail either burned, bruised, or sliced apart by plasma. Mud, blood, and char covered the proud muscle and regal fur that once decorated her body. Claws were cracked and her insides bled from the various slits that cut down to her bone and deeper.
  Whatever manner of luck or magic that had kept her body going for as long as it had seemed to have run out the moment her legs had been cut out from underneath her. And now, on her knees with only her lower arms to keep her from collapsing further, she glared up at the approaching titan, the man-made monstrosity of dented black metal with glowing green eyes meeting her gaze. It looked down at her and chuckled, her head only level with it's midsection.
  "I didn't think you'd take my bait so easily. But I guess that's what separates us, doesn't it?" It leaned towards her, bending over slightly to loom over her further. "No matter how much you try to hide it, no matter how well you take on our looks, our mannerisms, you'll never be human again. And that's why everyone hates your kind." It laughed coldly. "Your search for equality is pointless. It always has been. Even if the global government were to pull back everything and let you animals have your way, even if you win this war, nothing will have changed. The fear? The suspicion? It will never leave. Not because of any one thing we tell them, but because underneath that skin, you'll only ever be hungry, impulsive monsters. And the only place that a monster belongs-"
  The harbinger's tail whipped out from her right side, it's maw wide and foaming as it let out an unearthly shrieking roar when it struck towards it's waist. The titan lifted it's left leg and the tail's jaws came together in a clack of bone, the titan's hoof lifting past it's mouth and stomping down on it's neck to press it hard against the ground, the tail writhing as the thruster on the side of it's head lit up and started cooking it's flesh in a sheen of green fire.
  "-is under our heels-"
  The titan grabbed both of the harbinger's fists in it's own when she attempted to jump forward on her lower arms, the roar in her throat turning into a loud yowl as she landed hard on her knees and paws as she was forced down. Her yowl turned into a scream as the titan's open palms slipped down to her wrists, only to be replaced by the sharp pointed beaks of it's wings. They pushed past her closed fingers and straight into her palms, those bones too forcefully brushed aside for the points to exit the backs of her now open hands. Blood ran down her arms in bucketfulls until the titan's grip on her wrists moved down as her limbs were forced wider apart to avoid the swinging of her snapping jaws, both it's physical claws and plasma blades sinking into the flesh of her forearms to let loose more pained yells.
  "-or under the ground." The titan finished.
  The harbinger looked up at the titan with bitter hate in her narrowed eyes even as her frame shook with the pain and strain of her endeavor. She frothed at the edges of her mouth, snapping her sharp fangs just short of the titan's snout as it looked down at her with the same calculating look it always held. Then the real pain began, and she howled at her torture.
  First the thrusters of it's wings fired up, not enough to move them, but enough to start turning the shade of her fur black while red blisters began to pop at the surface of her arms and head, splattering fat red drops like volcanos as her blood boiled to the surface. The thrusters of it's palms did likewise and her body visibly shuddered even more, small bright arcs of artificial lightening encircling the horns of it's left hoof and right shoulder pad, pushing unknown volts into her system through their touch. Her jaws nearly clacked together from the excessive shaking when the skulls of the titan's chest did a similar dance. That same piercing wail that drowned out the harbinger's own made him wince at this distance despite his ears being both naturally closed and blanketed by the mud, and instinctively closed his nostrils once more at what was to come. Out of their eyes and nose-holes the skulls drained their green smog into the air with a loud hiss, the thickest of it venting into her shoulders and face.
  It was a horrendous concoction of sound, smell, and sight, even the fractions of it slipping past his natural defences impossible to ignore. Even through the haze of his third eyelids, he could make out the scene of the harbinger kneeling before her tormentor, rivers of blood running down her body from every possible orifice. Her ears, her nostrils, her mouth, even the edges of her eyes spouted red ichor like tears, most of her upper body predominantly red and black. And above it all, one voice spoke at a volume so loud that nothing else seemed to exist, as if the message it was giving was meant to take priority over every other aspect of her personal hell. It was the titan's.
  "You lot dug your grave when you made the mistake of starting up your little terrorist group, dog. But if it's any consolation, I'm going to have plenty of fun cleaning up your friends after I'm done with you. Now," it said, almost lovingly, "be a good dog,"
  For the first time since it roared, the titan opened it's jaws. From between it's sharp metal teeth however, something glowed green like it's eyes. It disappeared as some sort of mechanism started moving inside, it's jaws opening at an impossibly obtuse angle that would have broken any creature's jaw, but instead of a tongue, a huge yet slim barrel was cradled in the back of it's throat. Copper-colored rings spun on their own along it's grey metal surface as it began to widen and lengthen with the metal plates along the base and roof of it's mouth sliding and clicking into place around it. The barrel wasn't as wide or long as the skull-cannons it had on it's arms, but the way it had to be hidden and put together inside it's own skull gave him the impression that it was somehow much, much more powerful. The plates of metal along the back of it's neck shifted slightly up as well, a loud whirring almost as loud as the voice shook the air. It had it's own creep that he could feel at his core, not like the cold mockery the titan had bleached out earlier from the skulls torturing the harbinger, it didn't communicate any kind of words or emotions or challenges, it only created them. It was like the lightening above, but infinitely heavier, like being at the center of an earthquake or tsunami. He felt fear, the instant need to flee as far away from this area as he could before he was caught in it's embrace. Above anything else, it emanated danger. It was the harbinger's death knell.
  "And play dead." The titan commanded as the glowing from it's maw nearly created another sun between their two bodies.
  The titan leaned in close with it's blinding weapon point blank at the harbinger's pained face. And with a sudden lurch, it was too close.
  "WHAT?!"
  Before the titan had echoed it's surprise, he was already leaning his upper body toward the ground, looking back as his tailblade sliced through the metal of it's cylindrical knee-hinge where the wolf had previously peeled the panel off near the announcer's booth. It was rough cut from his position with the haste of his turn and only about half of his weapon had sliced through, but whatever he had done, it was enough to make the titan kneel forward and stop the thruster under it's hoof from cooking the harbinger's tail.
  Through whatever amount of shear willpower and strength she possessed left, the harbinger took full advantage of the titan's closer distance, her neck striking out and her jaws closing down on it's throat. Her hard teeth-like lips sliced through most of its neck like paper, the metal of it only renting inward when they had sunk in as far as they would go. It's green blood spewed from the clear tubes along the sides of it's neck, but it did nothing to halt the gun in the titan's open mouth. Despite the torment still raging in and around her body, she twisted her shaking head to the right, the sound of metal screeching adding to the cacophony of noise as she forced it's own head up and to the side.
  The whirring sound of the weapon blinked out as he fully closed his eyes, a bright white light still burning into his brain through his eyelids and turned head. Other than that and the sound of the cannon's creep going silent, he heard and felt nothing but the sounds previous to the reveal of the titan's trump-card, as if nothing had ever happened. His opening eyes were trying to shrink back down to slits when something hit him. It was big, furry, and slammed into his front with enough force to bend his ribs inward and knock the air from his lungs to shoot out of his opening nostrils. He realized what it was as soon as his feet and tail left the ground to wave back and forth as his arms and neck draped over it's top, a loud growl rumbling him as he reflexively dug his claws into flesh and snapped his jaws onto the fur he rode on.
  When he could finally see around himself, he immediately closed his eyes again. After they swung around in an arch, he saw the jaws of the harbinger's tail in front of him as he was violently flung backwards, falling sideways in the air through the screaming foggy hell of heat and electricity between the bodies of two giants. Before he could flail, he felt like the sun was pressing right on his head, letting out a hiss as his flesh burned underneath his scales. Steaming tears spilled from the seal of his closed eyes at what thick poisoned air made it into his open nostrils instead of air, his closed ears doing little to buffer the wails scraping against his brain. Every time his scales touched a wall of flesh or metal on either side he was assaulted by a venomous bite of pain that felt like every bit of his insides had been stabbed with a fang from every possible angle, every accidental jolt he felt infinitely worse than any shock from his collar he had received as of yet.
  And then, as suddenly as the pain had come, it ceased, the feeling of his back smashing something into pieces behind him an instant relief compared to what he had just felt. He still kept his eyes closed as he bit and writhed with new vigor at everything around him, but his new velocity and the flip he was rolling into threw him through a new kind of disorientation he had never felt before. He felt slim metal rods breaking off against him, finally cracking open his eyes when his snout smashed up against something. Even through the tears, he could make out the giant black human skull literally in front of his eyes denting into itself and pieces breaking off as it fell to the ground. The limbs belonging to the interwoven corpses of the titan's chest fell off like broken twigs to spin to the ground. He felt the base of his tail pop the next one off like a ripe grape from a vine with a wrenching snap, the next closest arm breaking underneath his foot. With open jaws he flipped again, his arms trying to cling onto either wall around him as he started to fall, but they shifted away from his claws, as if spitefully denying him any help. His world was rolling to the sky for what seemed like the hundredth time when he felt something in his mouth and snapped it shut, metal flattening under his teeth as his body and tail stiffened straight out from his sudden stop.
  He swung around on the last limb of the trio of skeletons, underneath the titan's huge arm and up as the corpse's own arm reached the limits of it's extension and snapped. He flopped over the arm of the titan's left wing, wrapping his neck, tail, and limbs around it as he greedily sucked in air with open jaws.
  There was a moment of panic as his perch shifted under his weight and his upper body slid over the titan's wide ropey collarbone as the wing straightened out with a whine. There was another moment of stillness and he took full opportunity to simply breathe and process exactly what just happened to him, so much so that he paid little heed to the titan that slightly turned it's head to glance at him. He only slid further with open jaws, draping himself over it's shoulder to fully enjoy the fresher air and the cool rain on his scales. Tilting his head to the side, he noticed a few things.
  The first was the hole in the side of the stadium. It was perfectly circular with nothing to obscure the view of the abandoned human city in the distance, running straight through a few rows of roster seats and all the rooms further inside with no sign of any kind of impact or explosion. It was as if that particular area of space had simply been erased from existence.
  Tracing backwards from the hole's upward angle, he saw part of the titan's left hand laying lifelessly on the ground, the place where it's wrist and palm had met having a similarly erased chunk missing. In front of him, the harbinger had raised herself a little higher then before, her right foot somehow under her bended knee to slightly lift her to the height of the titan's chest as her right upper hand held onto the titan's stump of a forearm, crushing the metal between her bloody fingers. It's other side was no better, it's hand hanging dead by it's wrist as her own wrapped around it along with her tail, the titan's limb permanently warped and twisted around as the head of her tail bit into the bicep above. The wing of that side was quickly moving back and turning around, the end where the sharp tip had once been torn off and looking like torn tissue paper. The tip of the other he had landed on faired no better, and after it's quick glance to him, the titan focussed it's gaze at the harbinger before it, it's closing head leaning slightly tilted from the huge hole in it's throat-plates to reveal bleeding machinery inside. The harbinger's bright blood-rimmed eyes burned with a silent rage that matched the one that had led her into her earlier predicament. Only this time, their roles were reversed. Hunter had become prey. She had been hurt. And now she was winding back her lower right arm.
  "What was that you said earlier?" She said with the corners of her mouth raised, an expression of grim intention on her face. "If we won't bend, you'll break us?"
  He couldn't be sure, but by the titan's movements, it seemed like they shared the very same emotion at that moment. His feet slipped from the base of the titan's wing as it tried moving it's wings in vain, their thrusters firing up as he clawed for a grip. But the titan went nowhere, both from the awkward angle his weight put on the wing he had wrapped in his tail and from the harbinger's lower left arm firmly stomping down on the only hoof with a remaining thruster, breaking the green horn off to land harmlessly in the mud. He briefly felt the heat of it's wings as they swiveled around, it's body repeatedly trying to pull away from it's own trapped limbs like a fly caught in a spider's trap. The harbinger held a similar kind of venomous satisfaction on her muzzle, and while he knew where her potent vengeance would be directed at, his mind was desperately trying to think of some way to escape it's reach. He was on the wrong side of this fight. Just as he thought to jump off, he felt her hands crush the metal of it's arms further inward as blood freely flowed from her tensing muscle.
  "That's gonna be hard to do after we rip you into FUCKING PIECES!!!" She roared out the last, blood and spittle coating both he and his ride as he turned his head and bit into one of the plates of the back of the titan's neck. He just barely punched his teeth through when the harbinger let go of it's stump of an arm in her hand while she punched with the arm beneath it. Both the paws of that arm straightened out, her claws puncturing deep into it's midsection as the force behind her strike curled the slim metal plates inward.
  His body pulled away from the titan as it swung around on it's left side of it's own volition, it's right arm held firm by both the harbinger's tail and upper arm as she used the titan's weight and momentum to fully pull herself onto her hind legs with a pained growl. When the machine stopped, so did he, his body bouncing hard off the titan's collar while the piece of plate he managed to snag tore off in his mouth. He landed and began to slide off, the metal falling from his jaws as his claws once again scratched at the smooth surface. The titan was still recoiling from the blow, looking stunned as the harbinger pushed past her own pain before using her tail and left arm to swing it back to her by it's shoulder. In desperation he pushed himself up in a small leap, his open mouth leaning skyward and grabbing onto the only thing in front of him. His jaws closed around the thick metal rod that was the titan's left antler, the metal just beyond a pair of points giving only a hint of resistance before sinking into itself under his bite.
  As the titan raised it's stump of an arm to block the next incoming blow from the harbinger until it's head was suddenly yanked back and to the side by his hanging weight. As a result, the harbinger's right fist found the side of it's head to rock it back even further to the side, the plates of it's neck scraping against themselves as it's metal innards screeched from being pushed to their limits and further. It's head stiffly tried turning back as the gator hung between it's antler and his tail that wrapped around it's left wing. The antler warped down as it pulled him up, and knowing the danger of being exposed so close to the thing that would be hitting the titan, he planted his feet on it's back, one on it's topmost spine and the other just above it's wing.
  As he did, he felt the second impact of the harbinger's lower right arm, her paws slamming into the titan's chest this time to dent and pierce the thicker layer of metal. The impact made him dent the metal under his own claws as he bounced once more, his right foot collapsing the spine and the thruster it held with a crunch. The titan tried pulling it's head back, his response to tighten his tail and yank in the opposite direction with the growl as the harbinger went to punch again with her upper arm, the stump of it's own scraped out of the way as she dented the side of it's face further in.
  The titan tried pulling itself away only to be swung back into the force of her next punch as he held tight from both ends, the muscles of his neck fighting the machine's repeatedly as the fight went on. The harbinger alternated between her right arms, pounding again and again against it's face and it's chest. The stump of an arm it tried blocking with was quickly broken down into a lump of scrap at the elbow as pieces flew and fell across the arena. It's right eye popped in a shower of sparks and glass as another bloody fist folded the teeth of that side into it's mouth at opposing angles. Seams burst and welds tore as more and more holes punctured it's large chest, the thick outer layers of black metal breaking apart with each withdrawal to reveal chrome colored machinery, green glowing tubes, and dark wires. It's pointed nose ripped from the front of it's shark-like face while another layer of metal cracked loudly under it's chest like a walnut, an eerie green glow escaping into the darkness around them. He panicked at one point as the titan slipped on the ground as it tried backing up, but with the loud crinkle of something beneath it's held shoulder, it was lifted again with another punch from the harbinger's lower arm and she continued her rabid assault.
  She snarled as she refused to let the titan rest even for a second, and while he new the cold metal he fought against didn't feel things like exhaustion or pain, he could feel through his feet that things inside it were buckling in on themselves, giving out under the strain of enduring the harbinger's revenge. Then he felt the titan pull especially hard against his jaws, it's neck plates clicking upwards as the inside of it's half-open mouth glowed. With as many blows as it's head had taken, he didn't know how the weapon could still operate, but he felt it's creep once more. It blinked on and off randomly, rapid one second then slow the next, getting heavier as it went on despite the multiple blows the harbinger now focused on it's head.
  Hissing heavily from between his teeth, he started letting himself drop while he walked across it's back from one side to the next, gravity pulling at his weight along with his tail to fight the titan's aim. It's antler started bending back as the two forces pulled against one another, it's head slowly easing upward as an unsteady whirring grew inside the widening hole on the underside of it's whining throat. The harbinger's blows helped to aim it's head up, but before he could walk over to it's other shoulder, the sharp plates in the back the titan's neck bubbled out like a bird fluffing it's feathers out as she shoved her fist into it's open wound. This time he slid across it's back to his original position as she punched her paws into it's torso especially hard this time, so much he feared they would pierce out through it's back to meet him.
  Instead something snapped and he saw the ground suddenly grow up to meet him. The titan's legs tried moving backwards to the speed it had been thrown, but with it's dragging left leg, it fell backwards. It's wings fired up to keep it from crushing him against the ground right away, but his grip on it's left wing and his weight, along with no other thrusters to call upon, forced it to land on it's side. It slid against the stump of it's left bicep, trying to get it's feet underneath it, failed, and fell to it's back anyway. He fell to his feet along with it, mud splashing against him as he unwrapped his tail from the arm of it's wing and slipped a foot before his hold on it's antler stopped him.
  He reaffirmed his bite on it's antler, crushing it further into itself. As he considered the consequences of letting go of his bite, he saw the harbinger walk towards them. In her right hand she held what looked like the weapon the titan had held in it's jaws, a length of what looked like black wire encased in lumps of armor running behind it like a spine. The green light at the end of it's barrel quickly faded out as she tossed it aside to land with the rest of the scrap that decorated the field. In her left hand and the teeth of her tail she dragged behind her the right arm of the titan, the horns of it's torn shoulder pad digging a trench behind her as she slowly stalked her way towards them with growling pants.
  The titan must have seen her coming through it's one good eye because he was lifted up as it stood it's upper torso on the scrapped ends of it's wings. Shaking with the effort of lifting him and with it's head heavily leaning on it's remaining shoulder, it stood it's upper body fully up. It tried putting itself on it's legs, but instead it's left leg gave out and it landed on it's stump again. It balanced on it's mangled limb and left thigh with it's right wing propping it up as he clawed against the smooth surface of it's back. Before either of them could do anything, a massive impact swung him out and the both of them landed again, with his belly in the mud and the titan on it's back. He could have sworn that he heard a human cry of pain, but he was more concerned with the sight in front of him.
  A loud thump and splash sounded as the titan's lower half fell on it's front, only connected to it's upper body by a few scraps of metal, bleeding broken tubes of green glowing liquid, and frayed wires of all manners of colors. Between them was the shoulder pad that once belonged to the titan, the horned end lifting up and to the side of the harbinger that loomed above them with a tired, yet grinning muzzle.
  "I'm not done with you yet, asshole." She said, the improvised weapon she wielded swinging low behind her across the ground to set up her next swing.
  The titan was already on the move even as she spoke, and once again he was denied any kind of escape. With a speed that almost matched it's previous grace, it's right wing belched hot air and green flames for the last time that night, his body lifted up and hastefully flopped onto it's back as it flipped towards it's own belly, or what was left of it. At an angle, it pushed itself away with it's arm stump, a wave of mud following behind them as they just avoided being impaled by the titan's own shoulder horn. Luckily his tailblade caught the wing arm again as the layer of mud covered him, the wet clay quickly flaking off in hard chunks as one of the wings passed over him. After a hot blast of light and a sideways lurch into the air that pulled him into his previous seat on the titan's back, they began to fly, his tail wrapping harder around it's wing as their angle became steep.
  Out of an increasing sense of fear, he leaned down to hug the titan's back as he felt the seats of the roster brush up against it's chest. Behind them the harbinger was already pulling back the arm she had, turning her legs to the side as she grabbed it with her other hand behind her back. Her arms bulged as she did so, blood seeping through her wounds as she lined up her shot with their speeding form. And like a spring, she threw it at them, a blur of green and black spinning at them like a wheel. They were racing up the wall that led to the lip of the colosseum, and as the thrown weapon seemed to home in on them like a missile, his world disappeared in a haze of tears as he felt like his scales had pulled away from his skin. They abruptly stopped and straightened out in the air after their spin with the help of the two lower spines on it's back and continued their flight. Even with the titan's head leaning to the side as it was, they were quickly gaining altitude and speed, something that became immediately apparent as he saw the form of the harbinger disappearing over a erupting lip of the colosseum, it's debris and the arm falling down the side near it's base as the camp beyond was quickly shrinking. They approached the thundering clouds up above, rain landing against them in waves as the ground disappeared entirely behind a thick layer of fog.
  "Don't do anything stupid up there, cannibal." He twitched at the sound of the titan's voice beating against his belly, a static-filled, yet completely understandable warning above the sound of cracking lightening. If he did anything to alter their flight, both of them would almost certainly die.
  And yet he couldn't do nothing either. The air was quickly becoming cold. If he became still and lost his grip, he would die. If lightening struck them, he would die. If by some miracle he lasted that long and this titan flew back to the place it was built, the humans there would shoot him on sight. And all the while, for whatever unimaginable reason it wasn't doing so now, the titan could probably spin him off and he would plummet to his death.
  And so, with almost certain death being slightly better than imminent demise, he did something stupid.
  Tightening the muscles of his tail around the wing arm, he forced it's angle around and to the left as he pulled the antler he had in his mouth closer to himself, pulling his nictitating membranes over his eyes as they both drastically veered down into a slow spin. The ground came at them almost as quickly as they had left it, appearing out of nowhere as they burst through the bottom of the clouds near a skyscraper. The right wing swiveled on it's own to push them away from it as he heard the titan let out a startled "FUCK!!!"
  Still descending on a slight twist, he pushed the arm back with his tail, it's frame lifting entirely too slow for how fast they were approaching the ground between the corners of speeding buildings to either side. The other wing mimicked his actions and they soon dipped into a U just above a bridge, his tail pulling the arm slightly forward as they evened out at a mid-height between the ground and the tallest buildings.
  "I'M GONNA SKIN YOU ALIVE AND WEAR YOU FOR A- TOTHERIGHT, TOTHERIGHTTOTHERIGHT!!!"
  The other wing turned to the right and he did the same, narrowly avoiding another building before coming out above a series of highways, looking like the tallest buildings were out of the way. And out in the distance surrounded by vacant parking spaces was the colosseum, infected scrambling like ants among the tents below. Seeking safety, he pulled the wing slightly up and they started descending again.
  "OH NO YOU DON'T!"
  As the camp came towards them, the other wing swiveled to the left and moved to the opposite direction, the two spines below him shifting to that side as well. They started turning to the right while they slowly went up, the titan's body leaning on his side. He slid over as the titan's head turned, and his grasping claws failing to grab the shoulder-pad on the way down, he felt his back fall between the space of it's head and it's collar, the wind pressing him into the crook of it's neck as he hung there by his tail and jaws. From his precarious spot, he could see into the titan's remaining green eye glowering at him from beyond the crack of it's protective outer layer, the folded over ear-guard making it look truly angry for the first time since he had seen it.
  "THIS IS WHERE YOU GET OFF YOU CLINGY LITTLE-!"
  They passed the colosseum along their flight, and jumping off it's lip was the harbinger, her tail and legs launching her up into the sky with them. He was sure with their speed and their position ahead of her already, she wouldn't be able to catch them in time, but her body only got bigger as she flew. He lost sight of her under the titan's chest until he felt a sudden weight crash down on the titan's back.
  After that, all he could see were flashes of images, one after another. Most were a blur of colors, sometimes the sky trading places with the ground. At some point his tail lost it's grip on the wing and he flapped and spun like a flag behind the antler he bit into, making his understanding of things even more disoriented. Somewhere along the way he had made out the repeating image of taller buildings getting closer and closer, and with a loud crash, the turbulence became so violent that he became weightless for a moment. Then everything went dark.
ZP: Mission 10 P2 - Creation of War Ch 9
This is what separates the Men from the Beasts......

And then.....boom.

Please leave all questions for the end of the movie please, thank you. :¡

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Lavvy, A.K.A: Durga, A.K.A: The Harbinger, and the Wendigo, A.K.A: The Titan c) :iconhronawmonstamer:


Wally, c) Me


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Creation of War Ch 10: lisaurian.deviantart.com/art/Z…

The Song for this Chapter: Papa Roach - To Be Loved ( m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZESUHSbT… )

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  "HWAAAAAAAAAWHT!"
  The human screamed out. Not because of the fearsome thirty foot deer-headed titan standing in the middle of the muddied field, glaring them down. Not in fear of the mighty reverberating thoom of the concentrated plasma firing at them from the skull-like barrel of it's arm cannon. Not even from the vibrations of the shot exploding into the underbelly of the rosters that sent their temporary sanctum falling into the ruins of the lower section of seats below. No, the truth was much simpler than that.
  The moment they started to fall, he had let go of the handle to the new tasteful liquid he had been enjoying, the still steaming drink spilling towards the human's horrified face as the room began to turn around them.
  The flickering lights casting him into darkness once again, he dropped to the floor on his belly, but it did nothing to slow their descent. Gravity pulled at him, tearing the carpet beneath his claws with a stritch as the windows quickly met the rows of seats below, the glass shattering to allow them entry. His heavier back-end swung to the side and found himself wedged underneath one of the control panels, the metal whining and plastic cracking as his back pushed it up from the wall. Anything that hadn't been secured to the walls or ceiling immediately fell towards the front of the room. Some chairs and drawers fell against his side, effectively pinning him against the wall while the TV screens that hung from the ceiling and the broken door from his entry fell through the opening.
  But the booth falling on it's face was just the beginning of it. He felt gravity pull at his back now as the box continued to roll, the seats of the stadium as well as the deposited furniture falling from view. The drawers and seats fell away from him as well, the consoles screeching as they were forcibly bent away from his falling weight. Scratching as he was, his claws only tore strips from the carpet as he fell toward the ceiling, the short fall onto his side crushing sections of white plastic panels and misty glass where the light had come through. He cracked more as he flopped onto his side, claws already searching for purchase, anticipating the next roll.
  But it never came. He felt gravity pull him at an angle down and looking back through the broken window, he saw a path of crushed seats curling forward, the sound of wrenching metal blurring into one grating sound as the booth continued to crush seat after seat in it's speeding path. He tried clawing towards the opening, but the smooth unstable landscape of plastic gave him no direction or forward movement. Instead he was pulled back towards the wall as he watched the rosters rise above them, a few flattened seats falling off the broken ledge to chase after him. He felt his body start to rise as the room turned, his belly leaving the ceiling despite his flailing efforts to stay grounded.
  His moment of weightlessness had ended, his body landing back on the ceiling before it too thudded harshly against the ground. Both sets of his ribs ached with the impact, stilling his body as he slid ever closer towards the opposite wall with each violent bump. His ride down was rougher than before, and looking towards the window outside, he saw that the ledge above growing smaller as they rode a pile of concrete and metal. It seemed the wreckage from the rosters had piled onto the ruins of the lower stadium below, creating a steep hill that would lead him down into the field.
  The turbulence of his ride only grew as he slid, and suddenly there was a crash. The wooden double doors at the back vaulted open, a thick I-beam bursting through the right one like a battering ram. The resulting shower of splinters sprayed over the room as he curled his tail up against his side once more, but they stayed floating while he was pressed against the corner of the room. Gravity once again changed, a storm of panels, glass, wood, and what little remains of furniture flew in different directions as the thick metal intruder bluntly cut through half the floor before exiting out of the middle of the room. This time he was lucky enough to lift his head when the room flipped, his body turning to slide onto the next wall that was to become the floor. What he hadn't anticipated was the room breaking apart as it flipped.
  At first the room merely shifted like before, but as it landed, the booth broke completely in half with the sound of grinding stone. The sight of the vortex in front of him spilling out onto the mountain of debris along with the other half of the booth already veering in a different direction twisted around and around as his side spun faster and more vigorously than before. The flying debris forced him to blink his membranes over his eyes, all manner of blunt and sharp objects bouncing and brushing across his curled body as he tumbled harshly against each wall. Finally it all stopped when the open cube he rode in jumped in the air before landing squarely with a squelch. The walls came apart at the same time, they, along with his body, were thrown forward by the momentum of their landing. The two walls in front of him clacked together before landing in the mud, his body thrown between them as he rolled. His own movement slowed with one of the other walls landing atop his back while he slid along something hard, the chalky plaster scraped apart by the rough scutes of his back while the wood and outer shell of concrete slid over his head like a blanket. He writhed underneath his new constraints, finally unsheathing his eyes to reveal that one of the other walls helped to support the weight on his back, the surprisingly solid wall resting atop them both at an angle. He moved his limbs and tail, relieved to find he could feel all his extremities and that the mud under his belly made his movement easy. He immediately stilled when he remembered exactly where he was, the hooves of the titan ahead visible and felt from each step it took.
  Whatever unsavoury miracle that had caused the lights and other electronics of the stadium to work against him must have gone out again, because everything outside was once again shrouded in damp darkness. Only the green glow of the titan and the occasional flash of lightening pierced the arena around them. It walked towards the recent wreckage of the booth, it's muddied hooves sending splashes of mud up with each heavy step. It strode slowly, cautiously, the thrum of it's arm cannon an ever-present threat as it scanned the area with each of it's menacing green eyes. It no longer drifted along the ground by it's thrusters, the graceful trained moves from earlier no longer a need. It didn't need to be said that it could reduce him and the rest of the stadium around itself to ashes and rubble, and all that would be left would be the frightened, wounded infected outside ready to die fighting this mechanical monster or at the hands of the humans closing in around them like hungry rabid scavengers. No. All he could do was watch. Wait. Hide. And hope it didn't see him.
  It stopped at the edge of the wreckage, looking up from where the booth had been knocked from it's perch to lean it's high head forward and down to examine what was left. All of it's remaining eyes glowed brightly, each one capable of slicing him into precise strips of meat or displaying a wide ray that could cook him in his own armor. It looked down with all the ease of a large predator looking for it's next meal, hungry and bored; a look he knew well and gave to his prey too many times to count. Then it looked over to the one half of the booth, it's thrumming arm raised as it looked down at the shifting pile of rubble.
  From beneath one of the broken walls a thin figure scuttled out like a cockroach, their raggity robe-like garments stained from red and gold to brown. He brushed himself off, looking down in distress at his torn and muddy clothes.
  "Aaaaw. Damn it, that was my favorite banner." He looked down sadly at his own chest, holding his arms out and waggling them free of as much mud as he was able. He shook his head and looked up, his eyes growing wide as finally seemed to realize the sudden lack of rain. The titan loomed over him. More precisely, the barrel of the cannon did, the upper lip of it catching the rain at the slight angle it took to aim down at him. The glow within grew brighter, an audible sigh of impatience and disinterest echoing from within it as the human's form was caught within a bright glowing circle of green.
  "Um, don't I get any, uh," the human swallowed, "last words?"
  "Well, you did." The titan replied lazily.
  The thrum grew louder along with the increasing illumination on the ground, the shot finally firing as the human ran. He just barely escaped the blast, his frail body flailing as he was tossed forward from both the shockwave and the resulting earth thrown up from it. For a brief second the human had turned into a flapping heap of airborne limbs and fire before the wave of mud was thrown over top of him, his body sliding forward from a mound of muck and into the open field with a mulled whine. The titan turned away, not seeming to care for the human's state in the slightest. No, it walked over to the opposite pile of broken walls, it's left arm cannon thrumming this time while it kneeled over and carefully pulled up a section of wall with the other hand. Lifting it up, it found nothing but an indentation in the mud, the trail disappearing into the rest of the wet muddied field.
  Tossing the wall away to spin like a saucer into the far rosters, it continued to sift through the rubble like a curious child before fully standing once again, it's arm cannon firing into the rubble next to it as it turned to the right to look into the open field where new bits of debris flew.
  "Where are you?...." It trailed off as it suddenly lifted off the ground to hover towards the center of the arena, speaking to itself rather than it's prey. It stopped, spun, and splashed the uneven ground as it lowered to it's hooves, all of it's green eyes scanning around itself for signs of him. "Hmm. An ecto, huh?" It turned, the multiple lights of it's body cutting columns of green through the heavy rain. "Let's see if this tickles-"
  Suddenly he felt it. Every scale across his face was assaulted by the coldness of that creep from  before, the damp cool wetness of the heavy rain sizzling in comparison to the biting fangs of frost that crept underneath his skull. He had felt the creep from things other than his own kind before. He felt it from the storm that hovered high above them. From quakes and human machines, and occasionally from other beasts that used it for the same reasons as him. This creep....it was like an acclamation of all of them. A living disaster of metal and energy attempting to mimic nature's design.
  No. Not mimicry. Mockery. This creep was just like it's owner, like the dog-god he had fought. An abomination, an assortment of parts and pieces carefully crafted and yet unnatural in any capacity. It was different. Dangerous. And It needed to die. It's very existence was a challenge. This revelation along with the biting cold in his face lifted him up from the earth with a mighty rasping growl, his camouflage torn to pieces as mud and grass fell from his lifting back. No sooner had the mud slid off his sides had he been illuminated by green spotlights, it's shine reflected by his wet scales and the glowing red orbs of his eyes.
  "Huh. I was wondering if that'd work." The titan turned to face him from it's position in the middle of the field, his own ruined hiding spot near the ruins of the lower stadium just short of being parallel with the machine. Even from this distance, it stood towered him, slightly bending it's head down to look at him as he growled up at it with open jaws.
  "Wally the Cannibal. Danger class C, Harmony infiltrator and Tamed deserter." It stated, it's tone calm and smug. "So you're all that's left?" It chuckled darkly. "A little boring, but you're useful at least."
  He offered no other reply than an open hissing threat, his tail whipping back and forth anxiously while he leaned slightly forward, ready to charge or roll at a moment's notice. Suddenly the cold creep he felt tugged at him, a cruelly comprised command to go towards the titan. But then it took a step to the side, it's open clawed hand gesturing to the hole in the ruins where the wolf had been last seen. It wasn't a command to come, but to go. To kill.
  "Finish off what's left of the mutt." It lowered it's arm, it's green glowing gaze staring him down. "Do it, and I might not tear the scales off your hide."
  He paused at that, slowly closing his jaws and lowering his tail in consideration with a light growl. He knew any words from the titan would be falsehoods. Even if it didn't kill him, the incoming human army just might. But if he was quick and quiet, he might escape into whatever dark hollow she had been blasted into. More than that, if she was weak and struggling......if the myth and his guess were true.....he could become unstoppable. Immortal even. How delicious such gifted flesh might be. With a cautious heavy step on the slick battleground, he slowly walked towards the other end of the arena, the titan continuing to look at him all the while he moved.
  However, when he reached the center of the field, finally across from the titan, it's fists closed as he stood fully up, his jaws looking up at him with a gaping maw once more.
  "I kill what I wish, whoever I wish, and whenever I wish to do so!" He growled, his bladed tail digging a trench before flinging a clump of mud away as he brought it to his side, bearing it towards the machine. He continued to rumble out his answer above the heavy pattering of rain. "And no wayward god, no malformed titan, no arrogant man or beast or any other force of this world will command me otherwise!" He boasted, his throat and back expanding with his intake of breath. "I am Smilescar Guardbreaker, and I BEND TO NO ONE!"
  He leaned his body down horizontally, his hanging arms nearly touching the ground as his back bent inward, his bladed tail curled towards the sky and his head swung upward with open jaws.
  "RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUWWWWWG!"
  He bellowed out into the night, the rain ascending up into the air from his back at the force of his roar. His body visibly shook as he let loose a creep of his own, the cone-shaped cloud of steam extending from his obtuse jaws nearly touching the titan's chest as the mud around his feet shook away from him in jumping droplets, as if to escape the deafening violence of his audible challenge that echoed with the thunder in the flashing sky. The lightening shooting earthbound from the heavens was so frequent that, in that moment, that titan's green glow had almost disappeared entirely, making it seem a fraction smaller in the light.
  Then, as he clapped his jaws with his roar still echoing in the distance, the titan sighed in annoyance as it's glow once again coated the underbelly of the night. It's creep grew heavier, his entire body feeling frozen from it's cold emotionless vibrations. "Well, whatever your name is," it lifted it's closed fist towards him, making him take a step back with jaws opening once more at the glow coating his form.
  "If you animals won't bend," he stated in a tone as cold as his creep, "I'll break you."
  With a low hum the skull cannon fired up, the glow from it's eyes, nose and head glowing brighter and brighter as the gator stepped back in a half-turn, eyes wide with a shutting jaw in utter fear at his current situation. But that fear wasn't borne from the titan. It didn't come from the creep that burned the scales along his face with cold indifference. No, it came from something far, far worse.
  Lightning struck again somewhere close alongside the stadium, the enormous boom doing little to hide the sound of a sudden explosion of debris into the air. What it did do was reveal the enormous airborne shadow flying up from the ground with curled clawed legs, four giant arms raised above it's head as it sailed silently straight through the rain for the middle of the arena. For the titan.
  As he turned to run, he saw the titan twisting from the corner of his eye, no doubt sensing the same thing from the eyes in the back of it's beetle-esk wings. While it reacted a second later than he did, the machine was faster than he ever could be, hovering off the ground away from the incoming intruder with a blast from it's cannon at it's torso. The green shot of plasma lit up the front of the monster as it impacted with a flash, revealing brown and golden fur around human colored muscle before disappearing again as the shot broke apart against it's midsection. Other than that, it did nothing as the figure slammed the ground with it's front four limbs, hitting the earth with such force that it lifted him off into the air entirely. The gator landed back down with splayed limbs, sliding in the mud along his belly when his drift turned him around and he witnessed the impossible. As the debris from it's earlier launch flew up above and towards the titan still floating backwards, the mud around the creature lifted off the ground as if picked up by an invisible hand, curling over itself in a bizarre mix of tidalwave and landslide. The brunt of it was heaving itself at the titan, but the gator hurriedly curled around pushed himself along the ground with his snaking tail and claws in a panic before being caught by it's edge. He felt himself lift off and roll as the tunnel of water and mud closed over him, swept up in it's speeding grasp like a hatchling caught in a fierce current. Over and over his world turned as he watched behind his closed eyes, his sense of up and down skewed until he slowed, his landing surprisingly soft as he intentionally rolled onto his belly again. He heard a few blasts and a great slam as he quickly blinked away the blanket of mud from his clearer eyelids. He was a little farther than his hiding spot, and looking over, he saw a mud-covered titan pinned against the rosters by it's arms and it's neck, and for the first time, he fully saw what had intruded on their challenge.
  Standing nearly as tall as the titan itself was a huge monstrous beast, one clawed hand closed tightly around the titan's throat. The other like it was lax behind the two other arms that grew from just underneath them, but with two forearms growing from each elbow with huge meaty paws at the end of each. They were clasped tightly around the titan's own arms like a pair of nightmarish lobster claws of muscle and skin. On each of it's six wrists were meager tufts of fur, the fur of it's thighs gone to expose tight bulging muscle. It seemed most of it's body was like that, like every muscle it had before ballooned to the point where it's skin and veins constantly strained to hold them. The only exceptions were it's groin and chest upwards, both leading to the strangest of it's features.
  It's tail was covered with a thin layer of fur, it's sides ribbed as it expanded with length until, from beneath a glowing blue tattoo of two crescent moons chasing one another was an open maw of hard reflective teeth formed from it's lips and blending into it's flesh like a broken turtle shell. It's only other feature was a nose before it's extended snout, a snake of fur and nose and teeth growling low as it arched above it's owner's shoulder, ready to strike. It's chest was one on top of another he realized, the vest of fur covering both failing to hide the swollen muscles underneath. Above that was a thick lion-like mane as golden as the Sun, shining through even the dampness of the rain from the glowing tattoos of not just it's other head, but of it's shoulders and cheekbones as well. It framed a distinctly canine head, but unlike the cage of teeth he had seen of the dog-god, this held the distinct snout of a wolf, holding two long ears on each side of it's head that swept back with two extra yellow eyes in the center of it's forehead. The blue and yellow glow of it's face showcased the double rows of bulging muscles atop it's snout that lifted it's other set of hard reflective, serrated lips into a snarling grin. The gator stood perfectly still underneath the blanket of mud covering him, knowing exactly what this was. Who it was. It was a beast who's flesh was told to hold a magic, a mysterious vehemence to overcome the greatest of adversity and gift those that devour it a boon of immeasurable quality. It was her. It was the Harbinger.
  The Harbinger of Death.
  "We're back you narcissist fuck!" She boomed in two deep rumbling voices that played across his scales even from his place on the ground, winding her free arm back with a closing fist.
  Then several things happened at once, too much in the time it took for him to wince. With a shaking fury from the skulls adorning the titan's chest, the creep that crawled over him had stopped. It was replaced by a wailing high-pitched scream that pierced his ears like a fang and forced him to close the flaps over his ear holes tighter against his skull. He closed his nostrils at the smoke that blew from their nose holes and eye sockets at the same time, thick pillars of dark green smoke blasting out at the harbinger before spreading out like a cloud. All the while the arms of the titan grew bright in a flash as every single eye on each arm shot out widened beams that forced the harbinger's four paws to open.
  He was still starting to turn his head to rub against the ground in irritation while all this happened, whatever pain he had experienced seemingly much worse for the harbinger. She stepped back in a pained yowl with closed tearing eyes, her four ears curling back further while her tail retreated and her nostrils instantly drooled from the onslaught. Seizing it's chance, the titan's wings flared while it leaned forward, both the sharp points of it's nose and the many arms of the skeletons on it's chest stabbing into the flesh of her wrist. The harbinger lost her grip as the blood flew, a mixture of intense pain, slick muck, and ichor sliding her claws across it's black armored neck as it pushed on. Her prepared arm flew toward it, but missed almost entirely, smashing the concrete behind it's head as one of the points along it's antler sliced the skin from her upper forearm to her lower bicep.
  The titan rammed her overlapping chests head on, making her nearly trip backwards as it pushed her away. It flexed it's legs as it suddenly leaned back up, leaping into the air with the aid of it's screaming wings at a steep angle. It brought it's right knee up as it finally left her, smashing the underside of her jaw while the green eye her chin landed on fired another wide beam into it. The resulting hit lifted her up into the air with the titan, her body falling heavily back to the greasy earth to land on her side while the titan stopped, spun around, and immediately trained both it's cannons on her fallen bleeding form.
  "You thought making yourself a bigger target would help you?" It half-yelled mirthfully, it's cannons immediately belching forth several balls of plasma at the now-moving harbinger. She had tripped on her second pair of arms while it spoke before she leaned her upper chest and arms up with several loud pops of bone, the lower set facing the ground with all four paws on either side lined with their biceps to push herself up. She moved as soon as her front and back paws evenly stood on the ground, boulder-sized pieces of mud and grass flying back to hit the colosseum walls as she dashed forward. It was a grotesque thing to witness, like the mixed movements of a gorilla and a wolf charging forward in a lithe bounding motion. Her mouthed tail spun in circles behind as her spine undulated up and down, her head and upper arms held in a steady rhythm while her back feet moved up between the wide arching motion of her pawed arms, the wide disfigured limbs violently thrown back like the wings of a bird before bending back and pounding the ground once more. While she threw back more waves of water and mud that touched him even from his place near the ruined wall, the lack of friction didn't seem to slow her down in the slightest anymore.
  The plasma fire rained down behind her as she dove forward, the titan correcting it's aim while her blurring form seemed to simply disappear as each one came within a hair's length away from her, appearing a fraction to it's left or right with a slight turn of her lower wrists. The titan backed away in the air but her strides ate up the space between them in the time it took for him to blink, the harbinger a quarter of the field away one moment before she was flying the next. It sidestepped her incoming claws easily with a burst of thrust from it's right wing, it's confidence clear as it streamed three piercing lazers from it's left wing on it's half-turn to aim and fire more shots form it's skull cannons.
  "No."
 Even as the lazers sheared the back of her burning golden mane and cut rivets down the muscle of her back to reveal dark bleeding flesh, her tail curled over as she passed, the titan violently lurched forward as it's left arm cannon was taken away by sharp gripping teeth. Black bits of metal armor spun through the air as all that was left behind were bare mechanical insides surrounded by sharp uplifted sections of it's forearm, the outside edge almost coming away from the green eyes along it's arm entirely.
  After a glance at it's mangled limb, it took aim again with it's remaining cannon, only to see that the harbinger hadn't just jumped up; she had cleared the rosters entirely, the claws of her feet just passing the upper lip of the colosseum. Her upper right hand grabbed the edge of it just as her body passed, her gripping claws changing her angle to swing her body back around the lip again. Her tail cleared the edge before she did, letting go of the cannon in it's jaws to fly back at it's owner before she dropped down to the rosters below.
  Instead of shooting the missile outright, the titan spun backwards, all twelve eyes on the front and back sides of it's wings beaming thin piercing lazers that spun above the gator like the top to a circus tent. The spinning lazers carved small but deep trenches into the walls around the entire stadium as they moved in up and down motions, pieces of the upper colosseum and the roster edges that hadn't already been destroyed falling down to gather with the rubble below. All of this suddenly spurred his still body further into the field as large and small chunks alike bounced down the created hills of wreckage to land with thuds and splashes around him. Many of them were big enough to crush his body entirely, and so without thought to hiding he pushed himself away from it all, his limbs rapidly clawing the earth around him as his tail slapped back and forth to propel his sliding form with considerable speed as debris rained around him.
 Meanwhile, the cannon that had been thrown missed it's spinning target by a few feet and slammed harmlessly into the wall of the colosseum far above his side of the arena as the harbinger landed on the rosters of the other. The immediate resounding cracks and puffs of concrete dust into the night quickly solidified the fact that the old architecture wasn't built to sustain such heavy weight, not all in one spot and especially not after so much continuous damage. The lazers that spun weren't helping either, a huge wedge-shaped piece forming and falling to the ground. Two of the lazers cut across her back and shoulders as the harbinger rolled into her landing and sprung herself back into the air above with her feet, a truly colossal section of seats and concrete coming out from beneath her lifting feet to be pulled up and over her head by both sets of arms with a demonic grin of savage intention lifting the corners of her open mouth.
  Needless to say, the gator immediately tried turning to his left, the sight of the harbinger wielding a piece of stone bigger than even she was replacing any sort of logic or plans he had with fear. He moved his head and body in the other direction as a lazer cut across the harbinger's chest, her grin turning into a growl as her muscles bulged with the effort of tossing the oversized chunk of stadium at her attacker. The titan stopped it's spinning, hovered back, and focused it's lazers to one point as the boulder twirled in the air at it. The piece flipped almost as if it were in slow-motion, but the speed at which it crossed one side of the stadium to the next proved very much otherwise, leaving a small streak of dust in it's path as the green beams of light did nothing to stop it. The titan spread out it's limbs as it came drastically closer, almost seeming to resign to it's fate before the eyes of it's thighs, hips, the inside of it's arms and the front side of it's wings lined together at it's top before slicing down the middle in one swift motion, the beam coming out the back side as both halves separated before it. The titan turned to it's right side with it's left set of claws extending into plasma blades, it's wings giving a flash as it thrust itself sideways through the slim yet widening opening. It disappeared into one end and came out the other in another spinning dance of lazers before coming to a halt and blasting the backside of the rolling section of roster with three shots from it's cannon.
  However only flaming seats flew back at the titan as it watched the makeshift weapon slam into the wall of the colosseum on the other side, a Y-shaped crack forming in the wall as the two halves rolled into the huge carved hole the titan had made in trying to destroy the wolf earlier. With a sudden jolt, it dashed backwards as if anticipating the harbinger that fell from the sky where he was a moment earlier. It dashed a second too late however, the harbinger's second right arm slamming both paws down on it's midsection and making them both disappear behind the thick curtain of mud and dirt that exploded around them once they landed.
  He felt the jolt all the way on the other side of the arena, already half-swimming, half-running along his belly three-forths of the field away. He felt every pound against the earth after that as well, making him turn right again as he saw the titan thrown across the field even before the earth had time to fully come up from the ground from their impact. The titan flew of it's own volition for a moment before it landed hard against it's left shoulder, the green glow of the horns jutting from it disappearing as it trudged up the ground. It rolled from there, the silt and muck coming up from it's carved path adding to the chaos of it's flipping rag doll form as it made several loud crunches along with the sound of grinding sod. It crashed to it's back and slid a few meters beyond his tail, making his slip ever faster along his belly until he turned towards the rubble at the other side. He only stopped when he felt the titan slam it's hand against the ground, his new angle giving him a view of everything that would transpire.
  The harbinger calmly walked across the field from the crater they made, first in her odd quadraped stance tossing what was the titan's remaining skull-cannon up in the air and catching it again as it spun and then pushed herself up on her hind legs, repeating the action as the titan pulled itself up onto it's own two hooves. It stood there, standing tall and confident despite it's wings hanging limply behind it's back like a drowned wasp, the horns of it's left shoulder broken off into nubs while it's right antler curved in towards it's front like an natural buck as opposed to the left one jutting straight out. Several of the eyes on it's body were cracked or blown out entirely, it's whole dented armored form caked in mud as it set it's gaze on it's target with a slightly crooked snout. The Harbinger didn't fair much better, her own form matted with brown wet muck that mixed with the blood slowly but surely running down the multiple lacerations that raked her limbs, back, and body. And yet despite the slight pant to her breath, she was the one grinning.
  "We thought making ourselves bigger would help us kick your teeth in." She mocked, two distinctly different tones of voice carrying through the air, something that added another layer of fright to the wondrous abomination in front of him. She continued to toss the cannon up in the air and catch it as if it were nothing more than a toy as she waited for the titan to respond.
  "You're pretty confident right now, aren't you?" The titan responded calmly. Too calmly for how beaten it appeared. He would have attributed it to the human army that would undoubtedly surround them, but it's limbs were still held tense. Not the breed of readiness borne out of desperation, but out of the anticipation for a good hunt.
  "Why shouldn't we be?" She grinned, either oblivious or uncaring of it's tone. "We barely wasted a minute on you and you're already halfway in the ground." She rumbled, smiling wider as she stopped juggling the cannon. "Unless you have something we haven't seen yet, you're as good as dead."
  It chuckled lightly, bringing it's arms in front of it with closing fists, the same human fighting stance it used when it had tried kicking the wolf into the wall earlier. It flexed it's fist back and forth at her in challenge.
 "Why don't you come and find out, dog?"
ZP: Mission 10 P2 - Creation of War Ch 8
This is what separates the Men from the Beasts......

Forces of nature come to clash against the powerful might of the machine.

Good News: I have completely finished M10!
Bad news: I got carried away again and the scene I wrote for one chapter ended up turning into three, which includes the epilogue. I'll be posting them up as soon as I edit all of them, but since this scene was so awesome it kinda breaks my heart that I had to cleave it into pieces.

Anyway, that being said, I hope you guys enjoy the fight as much as I enjoyed writing it. B]

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Lavvy, A.K.A: Durga, A.K.A: The Harbinger, and the Wendigo, A.K.A: The Titan c) :iconhronawmonstamer:


Wally, A.K.A: The He, and SomeguynamedChad, c) Me


Creation of War Ch 7: lisaurian.deviantart.com/art/Z…

Creation of War Ch 9: lisaurian.deviantart.com/art/Z…

The Song for this Chapter: Finger Eleven - Paralyzer ( m.youtube.com/watch?v=3ejAMB3g… )

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Deathclaw Skull 7
"Alas, poor Deathclaw. I knew him well. Old One-Eye boasting loud and proud after another bout whilst his bloodied rival could only look up in fear at the withered empty socket of his right eye. And now the rest of these magnificent beast bones shall roll along in his shallow wasteland grave, clicking together endlessly whilst my brother uses the inside of his skull to roll dice."

Well, this was fun. And the skull ain't half-bad either. This was my brother's late Christmas present he personally requested of me, and I have to say, I had quite a bit of fun making it. The old exposed bone paint job I applied to it was improvised from some old ox-skull pictures we found and whilst painting isn't my first medium, I think it came out pretty well all things considered. 

And now that it's done, my brother's going to use it to roll dice for his Fallout themed D&D game, and after he puts some kind of cloth on the inside, maybe put candy in it and whatnot while he plays. A very practical application, I know. B]

In any case, I wanna give a big thanks to :iconahrjey: for letting me use her 3d Deathclaw Skull ( ahrjey.deviantart.com/art/Deat… ) for reference. It was a huge help and if I had tried to eyeball how it would look like by a deathclaw alone I'm sure this would look VERY different. Granted, my proportions are a bit off, but my brother was ecstatic about it nonetheless, so thank you for that.
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Deathclaw Skull 6
"Alas, poor Deathclaw. I knew him well. Old One-Eye boasting loud and proud after another bout whilst his bloodied rival could only look up in fear at the withered empty socket of his right eye. And now the rest of these magnificent beast bones shall roll along in his shallow wasteland grave, clicking together endlessly whilst my brother uses the inside of his skull to roll dice."

Well, this was fun. And the skull ain't half-bad either. This was my brother's late Christmas present he personally requested of me, and I have to say, I had quite a bit of fun making it. The old exposed bone paint job I applied to it was improvised from some old ox-skull pictures we found and whilst painting isn't my first medium, I think it came out pretty well all things considered. 

And now that it's done, my brother's going to use it to roll dice for his Fallout themed D&D game, and after he puts some kind of cloth on the inside, maybe put candy in it and whatnot while he plays. A very practical application, I know. B]

In any case, I wanna give a big thanks to :iconahrjey: for letting me use her 3d Deathclaw Skull ( ahrjey.deviantart.com/art/Deat… ) for reference. It was a huge help and if I had tried to eyeball how it would look like by a deathclaw alone I'm sure this would look VERY different. Granted, my proportions are a bit off, but my brother was ecstatic about it nonetheless, so thank you for that.
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