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Wane watched the other side, waiting to see a huge swarm of human military heading for them. He swished his tail uneasily, looking at Avonin. "We can still keep watch and fortify the walls. Got anything in mind?" he asked, "The elders said if there was anything we could do to protect the forest that we should do so" he padded over to a tree and scaled it up to the lowest branch, sitting in a crouch as he gazed upon the forest. "It's going to be a tough job"

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The city square just below the castle wall was crowded with hordes of the Mayhem soldiers, all bearing deadly weapons and standing ready for battle. Anne gazed from the side at the span of people covered the expanse. She looked up, high above them stood her father, King Lionel Augustus Vancouver. His booming voice resonated through the wide courtyard, speaking of victory and becoming the one true power against their enemies. After his courageous speech, the regal, brown-bearded man stepped back, allowing his military strategist to lecture the troops in the art of war.

Anne stepped out of the courtyard, making her way down the mountain and out of the castle walls, she stared at the other side, seeing the forest far away. She gripped her sword, she would slip into the ranks of the Mayhem, and figure out how she could ease the damage that would be dealt. But most importantly, in the fray of battle, she would meet face to face with the enemy.

Hopefully they won't be an enemy for long.
 
Carson arrivd at the village a minute after Avonin and Wane, his age slowing him considerably in comparison. He could at least out-run a human, though.

Once he heard of the plan, he nodded and went to his graveyard to prepare a mass Calling. They would need as many warriors as they could get, and the dead were perfect for it. But as he reached the last market kiosk before the dark trail to his home he felt... something different. Someone's body had been buried. Someone he knew.

With even greater pace than before, he sprinted towards his home, stopping at the empty grave he had left for Crimsonpaw. He held the armband over the hole and began his spell.

"Aeforus milanata geroban jireh kal, Lingra MORTALI!"

As he finished, the body of the fox anthro rose from the earth and crawled out of the hole that was dug for him. "Welcome back," Carson welcomed him. "We have much to discuss, and then, you must say your goodbyes. Agreed?"

Crimsonpaw nodded, looking perfectly normal, except cut-up and rotten with a bald spot where the rope was.

Carson smiled. "Share with me what you know."

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Marlon heard the rumbling of the machines from his prison.

"And so it begins."
 
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Far into the forest, an old man was merrily making his way towards nowhere in particular, accompanied by nothing but the rattle of the things he was carrying in the cauldron on his back. The items clattered against the metal, making him very notable to anyone around him, especially the ones with the large ears and sensitive smell. Though anyone who was paying attention to him would think he's a Cat Anthro, either very old, carrying something very heavy or both.
Careless about anyone, unknowing of the oncoming war, and clueless about his destination, the man kept pressing on in his slow walking pace, gently petting each tree that was within arm's length. He stopped, then knelt down to pick up a flower and smell it. It was one of the small joys in life which never seemed to diminish, smelling a beautiful flower. Keeping the flower in his hand, he got back up and continued his trek towards nowhere.

"I think I know this place." Maulnar said to himself, spinning around to check his surroundings. "Yes. I think they locked him up in the town not too far from here. Heh. Marlon, you're a genius, but you should've seen that coming. The things we could've done had you come with me instead of pursuing that fool's greed for gold." Maulnar sighed, then began to shake a little. "I wonder if that little village is still around here somewhere. I remember there lived an ambitious young pup with a very interesting ability. Ressurection? Hmmm." He mumbled to himself as he retrieved a flask from his cauldron and drank it. The shaking lessened and after a while stopped entirely.

Carson could hear the man coming closer, for his house was on the man's random path. Maulnar, on the other end could see a graveyard and a little cottage in the distance. Without thinking about it, he made his way there, his new goal.
 
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An expanse of puffy gray clouds shrouded the sunlight, only allowing a few small rays to shine on the earth below. The sky gave Lutia an ominous aura, suitable for the impending mayhem that the human military of the same name would begin. The grasslands waved slowly with the gentle breeze, on the northern half, great machines lined up in rows. Each one armed with giant deadly steel arrows or large rocks soon to be lit with flame. At it's head stood Adric, going from machine to machine with his wrench, making last minute adjustments. Though at the last second he thought of what Anne had said, and loosened a bolt or two. He nodded to the soldier manning the ballista, and he nodded back, unaware of the flaw he had made.

The rest of the military consisted of footsoldiers, who stood in tight rows ahead of machines, and would march ahead of them. Anne took a deep breath, pulling her helmet over her face more to shield her identity. The last thing she needed was her father to find her fighting. She stood at ready, trying to blend in with the soldiers. The king stood in the far back, watching the scene from afar, in front of him was his own personal guard, King Vancouver would stay very far from the fray of battle, but one could never be too sure and necessary precautions were taken.

The king whispered to an adviser, who nodded and shouted an order to the military. The march began, and the military began to march forward toward the other realm, the goal to ravage the forest and wipe out it's native species.

"Let's hope my training is enough for me to survive..." Lya muttered, her hand gripping her sword tightly.
 
The beast...the tail the legend had been awaken by this...this debauchery, a beast that had been asleep for ages upon ages he could hear the village people below his mountain scream in terror as his let out a menacing roar/howl. that seemed to shake the earth he heard on man shout " ITS Skoll the Wroalgof! " Then his eyes shot open and he walked towards the light at the end of the cave, stepping out into the sunlight which he hid from all these years. shaking his body side to side ruffling the fur that was on his large dragon body, his eyes a piercing mixture of blue and white. He breathed deep and grunted his large wing span coming off his back and stretching out as he stood up straight and let a long drawn out breath escape from him. He took a few steps forward before crouching down and kneeling a bit, speaking aloud in a large booming voice " The wage of war between human and anthro has awakened me...from my slumber! " He stood up again letting another roar/howl escape his body shaking the earth around him. His voice projecting far and wide so that anyone who knew of the fatal day was far warned, But he knew he was not the only one awakened for the man that put him away for all these years in a locked slumber Marlon the Inexplicable the one man who sought out the beast for terrozing the local towns and put him down, people called him insane for what he had told them. some chose to believe and other chose not to. Locking him away forever was the only way to rid the world of his scary folk tales, but today his tales came true as Skoll leapt from the mountain and began beating his giant wings carrying his large body. He flew through the sky at high speeds heading towards the impending battles.
 
Information now gathered from the resurrected anthro, he had a lot to ponder. A human girl on their side, and of royal blood even? As more and more questions plagued his mind Carson set off into the Deep Wood, where one is not likely to be found- if you get lost you must find your own way out. To any visitors to the old necromancers graveside cottage, it would appear he had just up and disappeared.

The undead Crimsonpaw made his way to the village to say his goodbyes.

((This is my exit. [MENTION=3102]WolfNightV4X1[/MENTION], take control of Crimsonpaw. Marlon and Carson are gone for now, but you can say that undead emerge from the forest to help fight if you so wish.))
 
Crimsonpaw and a legion of the undead make it to the heart of the forest. The villagers gasp at the sight, immediately knowing that it was Carson's doing. Crimsonpaw stepped forward, clearing his throat.

Meanwhile, Wane gasped, seeing the marching of soldiers in the distance. At the same moment, there was a familiar scent. He cast a glance at Avonin. "I'm going in the village, we have to warn the elders." he said. He took off in a sprint, knowing there was someone he'd also need to meet. He made it to the heart of the forest in record time to see the huge legion of anthros who had once been deceased, at his head was a familiar face.

The timid fox, red ears pressed to his head, spoke "H-hi everyone, nice to see you again" You could easily assume the reddish color on his cheeks was a blush. Crimson was never good with crowds. He straightened up, trying to clear his throat and keep his voice audible "I-I miss seeing you guys. Carsonagon told me everything" he grimaced "Listen. There is at least one girl on their side...she's...she's really nice. Her name is Anne. She likes us" Crimson's eyes grew dark, filling with tears. "D-Don't kill her. Or...or...try not to kill them".

The forest was silent, the anthro's watched their somber kin. They muttered amongst themselves. One of the elders stepped up, "That's not a promise we can keep...we will do what we can to respect your wishes, Crimsonpaw". Crimsonpaw cast his gaze to the ground "T-thank you". The anthros came up to him one by one bidding him farewell. Wane watched wordlessly, he was last to step forward, looking his old friend in the eyes.

He looked at the bald ring around his neck where he had been strangled, all Wane could feel was anger. Crimson's small voice spoke, "Don't be angry Wane" Wane looked up at Crimson shocked, as if he was the one doing the mind reading this time. Wane could read a happiness in Crimson's mind, happiness to be alive. Crimson spoke "Don't be angry at the humans Wane, many of the humans feel like you do. We're not all that different". Wane stared at his old friend, a smile stretching across his lips "You can count on me, Wane isn't the type of guy to let his dead-alive friend down" Crimson chuckled, and they embraced one final time.

Crimson waved a paw, "G-goodbye" he said, breaking through the crowd of warrior undead, returning to the graveyard where he could sleep once more.

Wane stared in quietness for a moment before remembering something important, he looked at the crowd "Listen, we have to assemble now! The humans are coming!" He said without hesitation, the anthros mumbled, but assembled quickly with a battle cry, and all at one, everyone emerged to the edge of the forest, watching their enemies draw nearer.

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Anne gasped as she saw the anthros far off, it would only be a matter of time before they made contact, and many would die.

She only winced, hoping for the best. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she raised her sword defensively in front of her.

She could hear the war machines beginning to creak, soon they were to fire.

Time stood still, it was seconds to battle.

Seconds.
 
Maulnar had made it to the cottage without being jumped by any Anthro-being, which the old man found to be a little strange. Their finer senses usually picked up his presence far before he even knew there were any around, and then they'd come looking for him, wondering what an old cat like himself would be carrying such heavy things for. But not this time. Maulnar was a surprised to find the cottage empty, but not too much. Anthros didn't spend that much time inside their homes anyway. He shrugged it off, and continued his way towards the village, which couldn't be too far away now.
An eery silence filled the scene, and not just because of the graveyard, but the graves seemed to have recently been dug up. He knew this was probably the ambitious young pup's doing. "But why?" He asked himself and did not have to wait very long for the answer to be revealed. The sound of many men marching at the same pace was now audible to his human ears. The very sound of war now rang across the forest. Despite their difference and hatred for each other, Maulnar never believed they'd actually go to war. Not so suddenly. Wouldn't there be rumours and tension spreading through to woods so that even he could have picked up on it?

"I have to end this somehow." Maulnar said and put his cauldron inside the abandoned cottage, taking with him only his two bottle of liquid sleep and a healing potion, the only one he had at the ready, there was no time to waste in making any. He hurried over towards the battlefield as fast as his old legs could carry him. The Anthros had gathered at the edge of the forest, while the humans were marching towards them. There wasn't any time to ask questions now. The battle was about to begin.
With a mighty swing, Maulnar tossed one of his bottles, over the heads of the Anthros at the human army. One good inhale of the stuff was enough to put an Anthro to sleep, but he's never used the entire bottle at once. He didn't know how potent it would be in practical usage. Theoretically it could put to sleep a thousand men, but not like this. The wind will carry away some, if not most, of it.
The bottle shattered under the sheer force of impact, be it shield, armour, shot in mid-air, or someone trying to catch it, Maulnar couldn't see. The liquid quickly vaporized, creating a yellow fog, with a hint of green, inside the human troops and spreading quickly. The gas was a little denser than air, so stayed relatively low to the ground, though will easily be carried away by wind.
Whoever was unfortunate enough to have to bottle splash open on him, would've fallen asleep instantly, together with the people closest around him. Anyone else further away might be able to stay awake, due to loss of potency in open air, but will definitely feel numb and weak. Something trivial as metal armour will weigh them down immensely and might even make them collapse to the floor.

"Now as long as the wind doesn't blow, they should remain drowsed." Maulnar told the Anthros. "Tell me. Are we at war indeed, or did I just make a grievous mistake that might start one?" He asked them from under his hood and got hold of the second bottle of liquid sleep, ready to throw another.
 
Anne jumped when a foreign object from the anthro side impacted some of the soldiers. A couple of humans collapsed immediately upon impact, a dozen more had immediately become weakened. If it wasn't for any counterwards more of the soldiers might have been collapsed from exhaustion. Anne could even feel some effect from it, scarily enough considering how far she was from the impact sight.

One of the machine warriors screamed "Fire!", Adric stood behind the line of machines, which were behind the soldiers. On command, dozens of flaming stones and heavy metal arrows whizzed through the air and into the anthros frontlines. Adric smirked, three of the machines had failed to work, just as he suspected.

Both Anne and Adric could only watch as the projectiles began to make impact, many anthros dodged out of the way, but many more ended up in the way, being crushed and burned, pierced and fallen. Many more managed to stop the projectiles with their magic ability.

Wane stood still, watching as a sharp metal arrow fired in his direction. At just the last minute he dodged out of the way, the arrow embedded in the ground behind him. He hissed, looking back at the line of humans. The battle happened so fast, first the potion then the machines firing, in the next moment anthros and humans had clashed; swords against fangs, magic against wards. Wane ran into the tumult, facing one of the warrior humans, the human smirked at him, plunging his blade in his direction. He dodged, he could read a cockiness in the soldiers mind, and a hatred. But even more unusual, he could feel...justice. The human felt like the anthros were the enemy, it was a familiar feeling Wane had felt many times. His eyes widened with understanding. Crimsonpaw was right, they weren't much different.

Maybe it was only the one human, maybe the other ones were truly evil. Wane could read confusion in the humans mind, the human seeing that Wane had lost all his own initial anger. Wane stopped, taking a defensive stance, claws out. The human and the anthro stared at each other a moment.

Wane pressed his mind into that of the human, attempting to make the human sleep. The action was met with some resistance, but Wane pushed through. With some exertion, the human fell to the ground. Hopefully he'd be alive come the end of battle. Wane looked around at the chaos, anthros and humans would fight to kill.

Wane didn't have the heart to kill anymore, but was it to late to stop the mayhem?
 
The sun seemed to blacken for a second over the battlefield until something went past it something large, Which nose dived right towards the battle field. The large body landed in-front of the anthros on all four of his massive paws, dust coming up and swooshing around as he batted his wings and tucked them back in. He stood up stretching a bit and ruffling his fur looking at the anthros before him who are prepared for war, and then looking over at the human side who some people stared in awe at this type of anthro. He shook his head once more his fur ruffling down his back while he looks back at the anthros

His old voice speaking to them in a monotone voice " The Anthros? And the humans at war?! what is this..." he said staring at any anthro who dared to answer his questions " You petty war has awakened me so there must be a grand reason on why this war has happened " He said kneeling down to the crowd his ears twitching a bit as he heard whispers and mumbled words.

But his sense on height since his back was turned to that of the humans who wish to kill the Anthro's " Is Marlon awake then to? " he said with a worried tone in his voice, for the man who he had held a grudge with might be alive still just like he is now.
 
Many of the humans stopped temporarily, staring at the unusual sight before them. The anthros stopped as well.

In the far back, the king whispered to a courier. The courier shouted "We don't need your daft comments, rugged scum! Don't stop fighting! Kill them all!" he shouted to the troops of humans

One of the elders stepped forward, still vigorous despite his age. "Don't have your minions speak for you, Vancouver!" He growled angrily "Get in here and fight, ya impudent excuse for royalty". To prove a point, he raced forward, lopping off the head of a human with his claws.

The battle raged on again, the momentary distraction forgotten. Wane navigated through the fighting crowds of bodies, standing before the foreboding form of the rare hybrid anthro, "There is no reason for the war. That's just it" he narrowed his eyes, staring at the ongoing chaos. "But that's just it, the hatred is deeply rooted in the minds of all. Even mine, at one point" He looked up at the hybrid wolf, "I don't know if even you could stop the battle at this point.

Meanwhile, Anne gasped, her sword coming in contact against the claws of a panther anthro time and time again, the beast was huge. It could easily defeat her without the use of magic. Anne was afraid of it, what if it wasn't a mindful being, what if it was truly evil.

She dodged a telekinetically thrown rock that flew at her face, falling on the ground on her back. She rolled out of the way of a clawed paw that tried to stomp her.

She stood up hastily. She looked at the panther pleadingly, she raised her sword again, defending herself against the threat.
 
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The King's Royal Guard stood in a small square around the king, a defensive measure to ensure ultimate safety to his Royal Majesty. The Commander of said Guard, Sir Lyonel Brash, elderly knight, known as the Rose Knight due to his cloak adorned with roses and their thorny stems, snorted as the anthros were burned, butchered, and smashed by the arrows, hammers, swords, and catapults of the Lutian war machine. He turns and beckons one of his other knights to his side.

The tall, black-armored knight spurred his horse forward toward the Commander, swaying slightly in arrogance while in the saddle. He removes his helm, showing the bearded and dark, brooding, and always smiling slightly-evily face within. Sir Mathros Carsionin squints his eyes as he looks out over the scorched and desolate field before the forest. His hand moves to Lifedrinker's hilt, instinctively. "His Grace's plan is working so far, it seems." He takes a glance at the king, talking with his military adviser's, nodding and smiling triumphantly.

Sir Lyonel shakes his head. "He should not be this ignorant of the fact that the battle still remains unfinished. Some of our siege engines are failing to function." He points off to his right at some soldiers struggling with three catapults that are refusing to work. "Morale is falling on that wing. Seeing the most famous knight in the realm lead them into battle might boost their spirits, don't you think?" He nods before Sir Mathros could answer. "Go, with haste. This battle seems to be coming to a close."

Sir Mathros snorts, putting his helmet back on. He bows to the King, saying "May the gods watch over you, Your Grace," before riding for the right wing of the Lutian army.

The soldiers all observe the Black Knight with a certain fascination and perhaps fear; he was the finest sword in the realm, and no small figure at court. He looks over the three siege weapons not functioning properly. "What in the name of the gods is happening here? What bastard built these? That does not matter. Someone focus on fixing the damned weapons." Soldiers 'ayed' and snapped to it.

He turns to the other soldiers, drawing Lifedrinker; the sword glistened in the sunlight like a moving shadow. "Now listen here you mummer's boys, crock cleaners and kitchen wenches! Those damnable anthrosi want to tear you apart. Your families apart. They want to turn our great cities into their nests and dens. They would see Lutia turned into a barren landscape bereft of all men and women! They would eat our children alive!" Many of the soldiers booed and screamed negative things about the anthrosi, as expected. "Now. Any REAL man or woman who would defend Latia and all that she stands for, come forward, and follow me into the fray! To live or die! FOR LUTIA!"
 
The old man smirked underneath his hood, nobody would know expect for him. Anthros and human fighting. Actual comparison in strength and weaknesses in practical use, not the theoretical kind of comparing weightlifting, reflexes and endurance. Maulnar didn't like that, he wanted to see everything in real life, abilities pushed to the extremes to save one's own life. Real limits, not the amount you'd use for everyday life.
"I should've brought quill and parchment. How wonderful. Magic versus Ingenuity!" He thought to himself and began to chuckle. Nobody seemed to have noticed him, for both factions were awaiting something from the others, like how fire requires burning material and air, but won't burn until an ignition lights the flames. Maulnar was this ignition, which he didn't regret at all, he loved it. A chuckle escaped his lips.

"Ah fiddlesticks. I started a war. Good lord, I can be stupid at times. Time to get my medicine out, tend to the wounded or something." He thought and left the scene of crime, back towards the cottage where he had left his belongings. A harmless attack brought forth immense bloodshed, though bloodshed was inevitable anyway. At least he'd gotten quite a few put to sleep, there was something, what else could he do? Get inbetween the two armies and talk it out? "You know. In retrospect, that might've been a better idea. Might want to try that out. But how do I get them to stop fighting? Hmm, I'll need quite the lightshow." He said to himself as he retrieved the cauldron from the cottage. "Old boy, we're in for a treat." He retrieved the piece of coal and his book from the cauldron before strapping the ropes around the cauldron to his back. There's no way in Hell he'd miss out recording this perhaps once in a lifetime occurence, and the only kind of paper he had was the book, there were a few blank pages in there, so he'd have room to record the battle.

Whilst the old man was back on his way, faster than usual, but still slow-paced, the war waged on. He tried to prepare his lightshow about a few hundred metres away from the battlefield. Far enough as not the get caught up in it, but still close enough to have him able to observe the battle while his lightshow was in the making.
It took him a while, but Maulnar made it to the grassland. The fighting had momentarily stopped due to the appearance of a very unique Anthro, part dragon, that was clear. "The things I'd do to examine that specimen. Well, I've started a war, unintentionally, though I'd do it again if it means I can get my hands on him." He said to himself and began to light a fire under his cauldron. He poured the 5 litres of water he had into the cauldron and added a few tea leaves, then retrieved his book and coal.
"Due to distraction out of tension and fear for the first move, none have seen me throw the bottle, the very cause of the beginning of this battle. Not in a single history book will I be mentioned as the ignition for The Great Anthro-Human War, yet I believe this action will haunt me forevermore. Unless I lose my mind like Marlon. As of now, I feel no regrets. In fact, I believe this to be a unique opportunity to observe both kin in a life-threatening situation.
The Anthros lack weaponry, due to their naturally given claws, remnants of their animalistic predatory nature. Did they evolve from animals and merely resemble them, like we do monkeys, or are they some sort of offspring of both humans and animals. A natural, or magical, combination of both species. We'll see if both minds are alike.

Human minds aren't capable of casting magic, despite our superior intelligence and ingenuity. We manage to adapt to any given situation, shaping entire landscapes to our own needs, creating any result we desire, and explaining every thing we can see happen. Except for magic.
Magic goes against all laws of nature. Force and matter is created from literally nothing. While we can take the water out of the air, we merely take what is there, we don't create it. What Anthro-kind do on a daily basis is considered a miracle to us, and to nature. Or maybe not.
I have yet to prove my theory, perhaps in this war I can snatch a few corpses and dissect them in order to better understand their bodies, but I believe the laws of nature to be guidelines set by humans, which nature usually follows, but is not forced to follow. There are more actions we can do than nature will show us. Like a fourth dimension we simply cannot comprehend.

I believe Anthro-minds to give impossible orders to their bodies, who then simply follow those orders and perform the actions, instead of questioning the possibility of such actions. Our human minds, fixed upon this logic cannot give these kinds of orders, or at least not outside the fantasy-part of the brain and is thus unable to perform the seemingly impossible action.
On a side note, I believe this is what caused my old acquaintance Marlon the Inexplicable, to lose his grip on sanity. His fantasy section has spread over his entire brain, causing him to see no difference between reality and imagination. He reached the edge between science and magic, then crossed it. I both envy and pity him."
Slowly the water began to heat up, and the old man gradually threw in more tea leaves. It would still take a while before the water boiled.
 
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Another Anthros stepped forward to face the challenge presented to him by the black armored knight. Bjomolf the Strong let out a fierce and mighty roar, his axe already having claimed the lives of many human soldiers. "Face my wrath, you wretched worm!" He boomed, the heat of battle driving all thoughts of peace from his mind, "I'll cut you in half in one blow!" As if to prove his point, he hefted his black axe into the air and straight into the enemy in front of him, flinging the soldiers back. Bjomolf already towered over most of his own kind, but the humans were even smaller. His reinforced armor was scratched and dented, but held against the punny blows of such weak creatures. He wore no helmet, letting his enemies see his scarred, snarling face before he ended their lives with a single blow of his axe.
 
Sir Mathros lifted his visor to get a better look at the opponent before him; the giant wolf-man was quite the terrifying figure. His axe even more so. As the soldiers that he had knocked away flew off past him, Mathros snorted then grinned wickedly, gripping hard onto Lifedrinker.

He takes a look around him, taking in all his surroundings before doing anything; the soldiers under him were primarily siege engineers and regular newly-recruited men-at-arms. But one thing caught his eye; the crossbowmen. There was at least fifty or so guarding the machine to his left. He spotted the captain and stared until the captain noticed. He nodded heavily at him, then lightly at the anthrosi challenging him. The captain caught his meaning, nodded then silently gave out some orders to his men. Well, as quietly as possible.

Sir Mathros turned back to the anthrosi wolf-man, his visor now down. "Beast!" he yells out. "What business do you have with me? Do you wish for us to lop off your head and place it beside your pups' on the spires of our great capital?" He grins, waiting for a reply.
 
Bjomolf booming, dark laughter rang out across the field to the knight. "No," He growled, a mad gleam in his eye, "All you have to do for me is die!" Though he didn't quite understand it, with the rage of battle clouding his mind, the wolf had not missed the long stare the black knight had shared with another commanding human. He pushed forward, driving back the enemy line with large sweeping cuts from his axe and ruthless, powerful blows from his free paw. "Come over here and let me show you just what kind of business I do have with you!" He snarled.
 
Wane ducked a swing of a sword , slashing his claws across the unguarded flesh of the human warriors legs. The man shrieked, swinging the sword down and clipping him on the soldier. Wane jumped out of the way, placing his paw on the slashed wound. The white fur on his shoulder began to darken and clump with blood. The mind of the human was furious and angry, clouded with the intention to kill him. Wane had no choice. He channeled his power, controlling the mans mind.

The man fought him furiously, it didn't help that he had a powerful ward to counter the mental attack. His arms shook as he fought against pointing the sword towards himself. The two stared at one another in a mental showdown, the battle raging on around them. The human warrior managed to keep the sword away from his vitals, but Wane's mind forced him to slice his arm. The man groaned "You sick monster! What sort of demon power do you possess!" Wane shrugged "What this? No big deal? Just the usual awesome power" he smirked at the human.

Wane lunged at the human, pinning him to the ground. His mind kept the sword at bay, and the two fought their mental battle. Wane bashed his fist into the side of his head knocking him out. He jumped to his feet, satisfied.

Anne gasped when an arrow went through the anthros head, the creature falling dead to her feat. She looked toward Adric, Adric nodded to her, going over to one machine and disabling it's function.

Anne bumped into another anthro, falling to the ground, she looked up to see a white cat anthro. Wane glared down at her, swishing his tail, his claws ready for battle.
 
As the anthrosi charged through the Lutian battle lines toward him, Sir Mathros slowly raised his right hand, fist clenched. His horse, bred to be a finely disciplined beast of war, snorted in fear as the wolf-man charged for rider and horse both.

Mathros tossed Lifedrinker to his right hand, raising it once again. He grinned as the beast surged forward, hurling the soldiers of Lutia left and right. When the beast came close enough, Mathros frowned behind his visor. He looked the anthrosi over, squinting. He then looked over to the crossbow captain, who was waiting for a signal. Mine as well give it a try, he thought.

He nods to the captain, and three crossbowmen raise their weapons, firing three respective bolts straight toward the wolf-man's left leg, right hip, and one to his right eye. Sir Mathros smiles and, as the bolts are still sailing toward the anthrosi, lets out a battle cry, and spurs his horse onward, charging the beast with the giant axe.
 
"Both sides believe the other to be inferior. Humans think the Anthros to be beasts, due to their animalesque characteristics, while the Anthros think the Humans to be weak and useless. The Magic seems to be superior to the Ingenuity, still. Our siege weapons prove to be too imprecise, at least against these enemies. Something smaller and equally fatal might prove much more efficient. Perhaps some sort of repeating crossbow."
The old man continued to write in his book, making sketches of Anthros and Humans clashing, battling it out. Especially of the Dragon and the Axe-wielding wolf, they seemed to be the most brutal of the horde. The siege weapons also made their way into Maulnar's sketchings.
After a while, the mixture began to boil, so far it was just tea in a cauldron. Then he poured a healing potion, half of his liquid sleep and some of his very flammable liquid inside, something he refined from crude oil. It smelt horrible, but it's flammability was a miracle, very useful in his travels, when it rained and he couldn't light fire.

Inside the cauldron, the mixture began to create a skin atop of the bubbling sustance, with less bubbles escaping the cauldron every second. He'd have to wait for the skin to become thicker, so that the mixture underneath would create pressure, pressure necessary to have his light/smoke show spread far and wide.
As he waited for the skin to form and thicken, he continued to write in the book.

"The Anthros seem very capable to put their magic to use in battle. I've noticed that in everyday use, the amount of magic they use is very limited. I've assumed it put a huge strain on them, either mentally or physically, yet they remain seemingly unaffected in battle. I wonder if their bodies make adrenaline, like we do, and if so, does it increase their magical potency?
I also wonder if their magic have anything to do with their bodies, or if it's solely a mental action. Are physically stronger Anthros capable of stronger magic, or does mental training and meditation increase their capablities.

Sadly, Anthros do not share our thirst for knowledge. They rely on instinct and practice magic whenever they see fit, which isn't all that much. Unless their magic has an everyday use, they will go through the day without using any, which is most likely negative to their limits, like how we lose muscles and skill if we stop our training.

This brings me to another question I ponder. Is there any way to predict what sort of magic an Anthro-baby will wield, or is it purely random? Are their deepest desires fulfilled through magic, or does it have to do with their genes? Is there a magic that can mimic any other magic, a pure, one magic that can be shaped to do anything? So many questions, and nobody but me that asks them. I'll have to find the answers alone."
 
It happened in an instant, a reaction spurned on by instincts alone. With a flash of black metal, two of the bolts fired at him shattered against his axe. Bjomolf let out a roar of defiance, ripping the last bolt out of his left leg like it was nothing more than a pin on his tough skin. He threw the useless bolt aside and readied his axe to put down oncoming horse. Any pain he felt was numbed by his berserker blood and the anger that singled the black knight out as a coward and unworthy the honor of battle. He would make sure this worm would never disgrace another battlefield again.
 
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