War of the Races(IC)

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Kiro followed the group until what looked like an ambush attack made him turn to the leading Elf. If there was one thing he learned, is that Elves hated their kind and couldn't be reasoned with. Soon he noticed the metal creature leaving the caravan to help protect...another dragon? A dragon who the Elf had set his eyes on for the kill. No he couldn't just stay passive while one of his kin were under attack. He diverted his attention and changed course landing with a heavy thud in front of the forest in the way of the leading Elf. "You will not hurt my kin so long as I draw breath." He growled as his cover dissipated and his eyes carried a light blue glow to them. A few of the elves tried to strike him, but he reared up onto his back legs and pushed his forelegs forward sending them flying back with a heavy gust of wind. He then stood back on all fours as his eyes glow changed to a yellow color before he charged up a ball of electricity in his maw before firing it at the lead Elf. He wasn't sure if he would be able to kill this particular Elf, but being a Zealot he would at least provide enough of a distraction with his elemental powers for the metal creature and other dragon to get a bit of distance from the kill zone.
 
Well that could have gone much better. One of the best internal clocks around and still she couldn't manage to get out of town before all hell breaks loose. Now she was in a mad dash through the city with less than two hours to make an escape before she turned into a pile of feathers that wouldn't have the strength to carry a wet burlap sack more than a hundred meters. It was taking more maneuvering than she had used in a long time to get out of the city without being trampled, perhaps she could have escaped more quickly by utilizing a few spells but foresight stayed her hand. If the two sides were truly intent on a long drawn out war she was going to have to save her spells for when they really mattered.

Finally out of the city the path was no less dangerous. The barks of war dogs could be heard in chorus with the shouts and screams of their victims. Cutting around the bigger crowds and keeping her hands free to cast a spell at a moments notice Soora managed to avoid any direct attack. Even if something did come after her there were enough dead around that she could raise someone to delay any attackers. At least that is what she told her, the cries and sounds of crunching bones were enough to give her moments pause. Ahead of her on the path a large caravan appeared to also be making a run for it, but the size of its load and the volume of people attached to it had attracted some of the war dogs. Yet, to Soora's astonishment the guards held strong. Among them she saw both casters and warriors, an interesting group but all seemed to be working effectively.

An idea sprung to mind and with hurried strides the Necromancer ran as fast as she could to try and catch up with the cart. It was not easy but it appeared to be that luck was on her side as an elven arrow found its way into the drivers neck slowing down the convoy. Chaos rained as the guards scrambled about fending off the last of the hounds, before turning to face the elves that had appeared at their flank. Just as she reached the back of the cart a hooded figure disembarked and charged off into the woods where one could hear the sound of something big thrashing and the shouts of more elves. Either way Soora didn't plan on sticking around long enough for reinforcements to come. Tossing her pack into the back of the cart she turned to face the attackers with both hands outstretched, her eyes suddenly unfocused.

Like some great dark slugs a thick black fog slithered its way up from the rocks that surrounded the elves to engulf them. It was a simple illusion at best, something to cause a bit of confusion and hopefully give them time to slip away before the elves managed to get clear of the fog.

"Need a bit of help?" Soora said. Her question directed towards the man who had leapt to the front of the cart to grab hold of the reins. With clothes the color of red clay and a cloak like undyed grey wool she did not quite look the part of a Mage. Something she was rather proud of, why announce what you are when you could let others take blind guesses.
 
"Yes please Captain Obvious!" Ezio chuckled as he narrowly avoided an arrow. Man, even in fog the elves could still shoot their arrows because of their training. Even though it was more random, they still shot in their general direction. Also, for some odd reason the robot ran off in direction of noises and war cries in a forest. He thought robots were supposed to be super duber smart. Yet it went into a forest of angry short midgets and pointy racists. He scoffed at the idea, Ezio didn't feel like contending with a swarm of elves.

Then he heard the unmistakable roar of a dragon. Well, no wonder why the elves were going crazy on rabbit's foot and to make things even more interesting, Ezio saw the forms of two dragons. One appeared to be feathered and a pair of pale horns grew out of the back of its head. It was also about the size of a horse which likely meant it was a moon dragon. Poor things been hunted to near extinction so seeing one should bring good luck, expect Ezio didn't believe in luck. The other was larger, golden scales, and seemed to be able to cast lighting despite appearing like a fire or sun dragon. Which meant that it was a Zealot dragon.

"Fucking shit, that means the Alliance must be close. And that would mean..." Just as Ezio finished the sentence, war cries echoed in the distance. Turning around he could see faint shapes of humans. With rifles no less. Rifles that could penetrate thick armor. He was wearing robes. This wouldn't end well and Ezio was already feeling the effects of magic overuse. Hopefully they wouldn't mistake them for enemies.

BANG!

Something exploded on the crate next to the croc dashing any hope that these men would be helpful.

"IT'S ME! YSIR SNOW YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!" Ysir roared. In response, another bullet exploded near him sending splinters flying. Thankfully rifles weren't accurate at long range.

In the forest, the elven leader expected a fight from the dragon. At first it just used its tail to bat away some of his brothers. However, another dragon had suddenly appeared threatening to kill him. He scoffed at the golden lizard. How it dares think it can threaten a High Elf! He'll just have to show it the proper manners with a simple blind spell. And so the elf formed a black ball in his right hand and flung it at the golden dragon.

Meanwhile, a white bearded dwarf escaped the slaughter by the metal demon. No matter how many hits it took, the demon stood without a scratch. Even Mind Magic couldn't bend its will, but it did seem that the elements had a much better effect. Though, the dwarf stumble across Rayne. For the House of Frost, Moon Dragons were considered a adopted symbol of peace. Blasted elf, he should have just left this one alone! Now how many of dwarfs lie dead? As the humans say, revenge is a dish best served cold.

Before Rayne could notice the dwarf, it spook,"Moon Dragon, forgive that foolish elf, doesn't know what he is getting into these days. However, because of his stupidity, I'm willing to help you as a apology. What do you say?"
 
It was just their luck that one the same day Sharda finally finds a job, she gets attacked by the two warring armies. Well, not her specifically, but still if she didn't fight back she was going to be a casualty. The War Hounds were hand enough given that they could keep up with the wagon and came in numbers, but soon they were being fired upon by the elves. Normally she didn't have problems with them, but given that they're firing upon her that made them her enemy. But her only range option right now was bombs, and she was no where near close enough to make them useful. She couldn't even see them clearly through the thick fog that had formed. "Blood and Damnation! This isn't going to be a fight if we stick around. I don't care if any of you are demigods or demons, you won't last against an army."

As she said that, he felt the tug of the robot on her arm. It was trying to get her attention but said nothing. Or maybe she just couldn't hear her over the cacophony of war, which was a likely possibility. Sharda didn't even have time to ask what it wanted before it bolted off. ""Wait! Damn! Foolish little... Dammit!"

More arrows flew in Sharda's general direction, one of them which got way too close and bounced off a piece of her armor. It looks like they were targeting the wagon now and they had little to no cover. Worst still human riflemen showed up. While their aim was abysmal, bullets were more lethal than arrows and even Sharda's armor wouldn't do much good if they're good rifles and not that crappy flintlock stuff. And at this rate Sharda was questioning the navigational skills of the wagon driver; where was he going? Because as it stands, it looks like he was doing his best job to give both armies a clear shot at them. While not one to abandon a job Sharda couldn't collect if she was dead. plus that robot seemed like it was at least smart enough to run to the cover of the forest, were bullets and arrows would have a harder time taking a clear shot. So the orc jumped off the wagon and went after the robot. The only indicator that she left was shouting to Ysir.

"The robot made a run for it, I'm going to get it back!"

With any luck this would also attract that crocodile man under the impression that Sharda was doing to do harm to the robot. While she certainly wouldn't mind scrapping him, she also couldn't deny that despite the stupidity of the machine, it was tough. She just hoped the elves didn't bring their druids. Not much the robot could do if they used their magic to make the earth swallow him whole or turned his metal body into wood.

Not that things were any easier once Sharda did make it into the forest. Turned out the robot arrived to the scene of the elves and dwarves fighting not one, but two dragons. At this point she wouldn't be surprised if actual demons showed up. Regardless the robot seemed to have gotten himself into a fight with a bunch of soldiers. Again, while individually the robot could take care of himself, who knows how amongst those soldiers were actually worth their pay and could do some meaninful harm to the machine. If any of them had a magical weapon it could tip the balance in their favor. Sharda was going to prevent that. Knowing the robot's durability will likely protect it from this next attack, Sharda took out a fragmentation grenade. It looked little more than a studded tin can, but the explosion and shrapnel was strong enough to tear apart a knight in full plate. These soldiers would not fair any better. Arming and hurling the grenade towards the robot and the soldiers fighting it, by the time it hit the ground it exploded, causing a loud and violent shockwave that would crush mere men from the force alone, while the small seed sized bits of metal from the bomb itself, as well as anything else airborne at the time, would tear through their bodies. Sharda herself was using the trees to cover her as she readied her chainsaw. Once it started going, it'll be hard to miss her.
 
Kiro snorted at the rather simple attack as his fore claws became coated in a shroud of darkness before he knocked the attack away. He was extremely unimpressed with the attack and it showed. "If you consider that an amount of your power, then I suggest you leave now long ears. I aimed not to kill anyone today. But if you wish to kill one of my kin, then your life will be ended. And given the standing our races, mercy is expected to be minimal if non existent." He said as his eyes began glow a dark purple as four small orbs circled him. After a small flash from his eyes the orbs were fired towards the elf with two going at an angle towards him while the remaining two approached from his flanks. He intended to finish this fight before the area became overwhelmed, or at least allow the other dragon to escape.
 
Tenax did not take the bait, but he did recognize his lack of use in the situation. The gunmen would just pierce his shield. He could take shots if he unleashed his currently suppressed power, but it wouldn't get him any closer to ending their fight. He did, however, have an option to follow to keep the robot from getting itself killed. It also promised kills on dwarven units. Oh how he loved to best the supposedly best warriors in the world. Their faces always looked so surprised when he destroyed them.

He smacked Tsir's shoulder before hopping off. "Use a flare or light to call me back if needed. I have an orc and robot to take care of." He ran into the fog, using his sense of smell to follow the orc's rather easy to track scent. He came upon a scene with two dragons, elves, and dwarves. The robot had obviously killed some and Sharda threw another grenade. "Well fuck. I guess I should be at full strength for this." And with that, he stopped using his willpower to prevent from growing. He had needed to be small to be in the cart, but now he had reason to fight. With how long combat was going on, he immediately shot up two feet in height and roared menacingly. Every second now was growing him, causing him to become deadlier, stronger, and tougher.
 
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Rayne was shocked when another dragon burst forth from the canopy of trees. He was much larger than her, and seemed to tower over her. Rayne was more than grateful to find out he was protecting her, because if he wasnt, she would be lost to the world. He seemed to be made of darkness, and that scared her. She was composed of the light of the Moon, and he seemed to be born from the dark that never reached her.

With a roar, she batted aside an elf with a sheathed paw, afraid of hurting them. Despite their differences, Rayne was not apart of their war. She was a bystander, and the concept seemed to be far from understandable, if none at that. With another screech, her feathered wings spread from her sides, the silver feathers glinting as it captured the light.
"I cannot leave my kin here, either. I will fight with you."
Rayne called up to the larger dragon, her tufted ears flattening against the side of her head. Rayne felt ashamed, since she could blow fire of harness any other abilities just yet. As the rare part of the dragon species, it was difficult to unlock to secrets of her kind without any knowledge of herself, or others. Each time she tried to summon fire, all she could taste was the bitterness of the smoke in her throat. Rayne bared her fangs at the advancing elves, bumping into the larger dragon by mistake.

Through the fur on her body, she could feel the cold of his scales. He even felt like the dark. Shadows seemed to be attracted to him, and that made her fear. Ignoring that sense of fright, the Moon Dragon released another roar, shaking the leaves and the tree limbs above. They kept coming still. Seeing no other choice, the Dragon raised her wings and pumped, lifting her small body off of the floor that would have otherwise been her grave.

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"Looks like everyone gone mad and went into death forest! We need to wait!" Ezio looked on at the forest. He was concerned about the people. There were more soldiers than there were them and even though they had a killer robot machine guy, plus two dragons, they wouldn't survive against an army. Combined with what appeared to be a high ranking Elf, Ezio was surprised they willingly walked into the clusterfuck.

"Leave them, I care not if they carelessly throw away their lives. What's important is that we get the cargo out of here," Ysir growled. He whipped the reins forcing the horses to go faster.

"What about the intact metal thing?" Ezio asked. He was sure Ysir would want a working killer robot.

"Leave it," Ysir growled once more.

Well, whatever reason why Ysir wanted to get rid of the robot, Ezio wasn't going to have any. He leaped off the cart dashing into the forest. Ysir shouted something, but the sound of thunderous booms and taunts between the two armies dimmed that out. Ezio didn't give a flying fuck about what the prick said. Those idiots waltz into a forest full of genocidal elves. They were going to need help.

Ezio jumped in besides Tenax and noticed he had gotten bigger. And he was still growing.

"Somebody must have eaten their veggies this morning!" Ezio grinned. He formed two fireballs in his hand and flung them at any enemy that dared ventured close," and by the way, Ysir is leaving us to die! Happy times all around, right?"

Then the war cries of more dwarves echoed throughout the forest. Great. Expect this time the dwarves had fire-red beards in heavy armor. They charged into the elven party and the white-haired dwarves. The two sides clashed, fireballs went through the air, taunts were exchanged, and shortly after the arrival of the dwarves, humans started entering creating a cluster.

Ezio didn't like the odds. Though, he did notice that the red-haired dwarves and the humans weren't attacking the dragons nor did they make any attempt on his life. Heck, they seemed to tolerate the other's presence as well even though he had no idea what would happen afterward.

The white bearded Dwarf scoffed,"Fine, just don't get yourself killed."

When the war cries of both dwarf and human rang in his ears, he turned around, axe at the ready, facing off against his own brothers. He charged fearlessly into a mob that would quickly cut him down.

"Dama," the elf cursed. He quickly held up his hands forming barriers around him. It protected him, but the drain it had tired him. He snarled in frustration at his day. Why couldn't dragons just lie down and die? He supposed it came from the humans, stubborn as they are. The High Elf the focused on his foe, once more he formed a black blob. He flung it expect this time it flew around Kiro coming at him from the rear. The High Elf intended to cause a much more advanced blinding effect.

He pulled out his swords in case it did failed.
 
In the midst of the fight, 347's sensors picked up Sharda's grenade. Like the last time she threw one, 347's HUD lit it up and identified it as an IED while it crested the curve of its throw. Processors ticked and within nanoseconds, it calculated the possible range and force, as well as the fact that it wouldn't be enough to damage the unit. The robot didn't even have to stop fighting while it calculated. The magic that was the Smart-Com v9.4 AI Operating System worked wonders compared to standard government AI systems. Smart-Com had been exclusively developed by Sternford Technologies, and their state of the art engineering still held up thousands of years later.

The grenade was acknowledged by 347, but ignored. To the the viewer, it might have even looked like the robot didn't notice the grenade, but sensory equipment picked up almost everything. The device exploded and the shrapnel tore through a handful of troops. 347 was hit, but undamaged. There were sparks as several bolts and pieces from the grenade struck 347's chassis and ricocheted off. Some of the soldiers that weren't hit by the first grenade were hit by shrapnel bouncing off the robot. There was a brief silence where the only sounds of battle were distant. Most, if not all, of the soldiers here had either fled, or been defeated. Going up against a "demon" tended to have a negative impact on morale. 347 stood there, the old brown cloak still wrapped around its neck with shreds hanging off of its back like a torn up brown cape. What was left of the cloak was balled up behind its back.

347 turned to look for Sharda and picked up her body heat from behind a tree. It walked over and rigidly stood in front of her, throwing down a bent war-hammer.

"Thank you for your assistance. Accompany this unit in and continue to assist against additional threats."

That was the robot's way of saying 'Thanks, but I might need your help again.'


And indeed, 347 suspected that backup would be favorable. The unidentified flying anomaly had landed and was being engaged by what seemed to be the commanding officer of the troops from just now. 347 began to run in the direction of the fight, approaching the exchange from behind the dragon. Since the dragon seemed to be fighting the elf, but was otherwise of an unknown affiliation, he was tagged as neutral. The high elf on the other hand, was given a red outline on 347's HUD with the large word [HOSTILE] imposed over him. He seemed to be preparing some kind of projectile, but the robot had no data on the odd dark object. It also had no weapon to attack with, so it settled for its own body. Who needs a steel blade when you can run them over with a reinforced titanium alloy machine. The metal on 347's armor had been developed by Sternford Tech's chemical engineers specifically for its strength-to-density ratio and corrosive resistance. It was a combination of mostly titanium and specific amounts of various other materials, engineered through complex and advanced techniques to create a metal that would last ages and form solid armor without weighing too much. Therefore, the metal that made up 347's body wasn't a naturally occurring metal, but rather a synthesized material meant to push the limits of modern alloy synthesis.

With 347 running at full speed from behind the dragon, the elf had little time to react. The AI took the magic blast head on, but without eyes to blind or a brain to trick; 347 was unaffected. The robot tackled the high elf hard enough to break through concrete. The high elf may have been knocked down a peg, but he would've felt even more embarrassed if he found out that the opponent to knock him off his feet was a half-malfunctioning, offensively neutered robot. Although, the high elf probably wasn't finished. Just pinned under several hundred pounds with two mechanical arms locked around him.

"You are under arrest. Surrender now or preemptive action will be taken."
 
Kiro seemed to keep his focus on the elf even hearing Rayne's words. As well as he wanted the elf to focus on him. He could tell Rayne had very little combat experience if any. As he saw her take off he nodded to her. "Stay safe sister, I will protect you from the long ears." He said looking towards her. As he turned back he saw the metal creature take a hit that was meant for him before attacking the elf. Seeing that the creature seemed to have him under control for the moment he focused on some of the nearby archers aiming towards Rayne. He took off just a few feet in the air before charging up a lightning attack that he fired from his mouth. While it would be lethal to one body, it instead chained to other archers in a smaller voltage incapacitating them for the most part. He then fired another lightning chain at a another group of elves attempting to strike the metal creature. He landed looking around at the war going on around him. While only the elves were really attacking him, it wouldn't take much for someone to sneak up on him and pierce his weak scales and if he kept this up he would become exhausted before too long. "Metal creature, I thank you for your help, I suggest you escape now. There are very few paths left to use to move. Otherwise you will be surrounded." He said looking towards 347 as a spark emitted from his jaw as he tried to keep another bolt ready.
 
Seeing the elf restrained and a few soldiers get torn apart led Tenax to focus upon the group of firebearded dwarves currently charging. He quickly entered the fray, leading with his shield. The first dwarf was taken by surprise by the rush and got battered to the ground, only to be dispatched by a swift stab of one point of the scizore. He reset his stance, again defensive, and readied to counter the next dwarf's movements. He didn't have to wait long as they were probably either drunk or too young to realize they faced a seasoned fighter, but the second came in with a swing to get under his shield. He countered with a side step, bringing his maw to bear this time. Thanks to his increased size and crocodilian bite force, the dwarf's head was securely nestled in his mouth. He jerked his head to one side, noting the sickening crack of his victim's neck. The rest of the squad backed off a bit, gauging their options. Meanwhile, Tenax had grown yet more. If the fight kept raging on, they might soon have a giant among them.
 
Sharda's chainsaw roared to life as it took the lives of elves and dwarves who saw the orc as their enemy. Their armor, whether it was made of leather, wood, or metal, were nothing to the friction cutting force of The Terror. If Sharda was feeling merciful she would simply sunder their weapons; blades broken, shafts shatter, and without their weapons they would have to face an orc who's roar was only slightly louder than the roar of her weapon.

The chaos around her provided Sharda ample cover from the fighting even if her Chainsaw would give off her position in a smaller skirmish. But there was still the underlying problem that it was, at most five largely unorganized fighters against the force of an army. They were lucky right now that they're just facing off against conscript and skirmishers. If they bother to organize them selves, even dragons will fall against decent teamwork. They need to overwhelm them with force while their numbers are still weaken. And what's a better force than a force of nature?

Sharda looked towards the trees. They were big, about 5-foot-diameter trunk, 60-foot height, 40-foot top diameter. But The Terror had a five-foot length chainblade. And with a mighty swing, she fell a tree onto her enemies. Hopefully her allies would avoid the sudden timber.

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But not everyone here was staying to fight. One was running. Tears were running down her face as mud caked her boots and a dog ran by her side. Her hands were stained with blood, but not from a beast, but from a man. Nyasha was with her family to sell their crops in the city when the world around her fell apart. Her parents couldn't even fight back. One moment they were getting ready to leave, and than they were cut down. Both of them. She would remember the gnarled visage of surprise and pain on her father's face, and the one of sadness from her mother. She remember the fury and anger she saw through the visor of the knight who had cut them down. If it weren't for Yoyo who knocked him onto the ground, Nyasha would have joined her parents.

So she had to run. She has a scant few possessions with her. Her mother's sickle, a item she must treasure more than ever now. A long bow she had picked off a dead body. She needed something to protect herself now. But these men were not bears or boars of the forest. They were not quite so predictable, and perhaps not quite as powerful, but neither were they as easy to quell. One could scare off bears with fire and noise. But that would just signal more men to come. Nyasha had to tap into her hunter's instincts and remain hidden. This wasn't her war to fight and she had to escape. But where would she go? "I'll.... I'll have to worry about that later!"

So Nyasha ran. She did not take the open roads; she knew where the two armies were coming from and staying on the road would just make her a target. Even if she was a noncombatant, it wouldn't matter to them. They would kill her simply for not being part of their army. They may do worse. It wasn't something Nyasha wanted to think about. Additionally, she wanted to avoid the corpses of the war hounds. It sickened her to think that either side would raise noble hounds to throw their lives away in this frivolous war. It disgusted her even more seeing just how many of these corpses there were, and how easy it was for survivors to just strike them down. Though she supposed it was either killing the dogs or letting them kill them. War is hell.

Nyasha made it to the forest. She had no horses or carts to help her move faster, so she needed cover. Yoyo used his sharp senses to alert Nyasha of any potential threats hidden out of sight. It had helped her more than once when Yoyo alerted her to soldiers who were about to come around a corner. And in the forest visibility was even less. The forest canopy blocked out nearly all light and there was hardly a clearing worth moving into. She still heard fighting in the forest and knew she had to avoid it. She also heard... A chainsaw? She's only seen such things when her father had taken her to a friends home. The chainsaw allowed them to fell ten acres of tree with only five men within an afternoon. If there was one here than it was being used to clear the forest, which had many dangers. Falling tree's for one. Nyasha elected to stay away from the sound of the chainsaw. "Come on Yoyo, we have to get back to the farm." Nyahsa said quietly as she began to sneak through the forest. She had her mother's sickle out, and a spell ready to use if danger tried to surprise her. Yoyo kept his senses sharp to pick up anyone trying to find them. Not even the invisible would get past him.
 
"EAT MY FIRE!" Ezio roared with delight as he shot fireballs out towards both elf, dwarf, and human alike. They still kept coming, though, and if things didn't stop soon then Ezio would collapse from exhaustion. His muscles felt like they were on fire with sweat trying to cool them down. A slowly growing headache made him rub his temple once in a while as well. Guess this was a good time to take a potion so his hand dashed into the robe pulling out a light purple potion. The liquid swayed inside as Ezio uncorked the bottle and gulped it down. Instantly, relief came and he felt like a new born baby!

Then he nearly lost his head by a dwarf trying to give him his axe. The dwarf got a mouthfull of snow after that.

Once the dwarf was taken care of, Ezio looked around. He saw that the lead elf was pinned under the demon-robot thing in an embarrassing manner. Tenax was still growing and snacked on a poor dwarf. Sharda was cutting down the enemy and trees alike. If Sharda wanted the tree to crush the enemy then it had the desired effect. If she wanted the tree to hug them... well blood was splattered everywhere, but at least they got a hug. Right?

Then Ezio looked back at the elf who glanced at another. A very faint gold beam hit the other and poof, they switched positions. Damn those switch spells the High Elves had. Why did they have all the cool magic stuff?

"You honestly think you can stop us?!" The leader spat. He closed his eyes as a blue-green mist began flowing from him and into the vegetation. Trees crackled and Ezio noticed roots began moving.

"The High Elf! Stop him!"
 
Kiro cursed lowly as the high elf changed positions with his magic. He know his kind was out done by the High Elves when it came to magic. That was partially why the Zealots trained with all elemental attacks, to counter other multi talented Elves or magic users. However it was no time to remember history as the war raged on around him thought some of the creatures seemed to side with him or at least didn't try going for his head first which made his feel slightly better. And it was clear switching elements began to take a toll on him as he panted a bit, but as he saw the vegetation began to move his senses went into overdrive as he knew he couldn't be caught by the tough roots without wasting energy or becoming an easy kill.

Seeing some of the roots going for the metal creature and unleashed two fiery lines severing the roots from their intended target. He then leaped forward landing next to 347 and glanced at him. "We helped each other, I guess we're even then." He said before focusing back on the High Elf. He stood on his back legs as small orbs of each element formed in a circling motion before combining into one rainbow colored orb with all the elemental colors. He reared back his left fore claw with the orb in hand and fired a straight beam at the Elf meant to pierce even the toughest of materials. However immediately after he let it loose he got back on all fours and panted heavily as it took most of his power, but would hopefully give him an opening to escape. However before he could keep his focus he felt the pain of three arrows piercing the weak scales on his back causing him to growl in pain as he tried to turn his focus to the threatening archers.
 
The crocodilian warrior had become a veritable giant in his own right. The constant fighting had him currently at about 12 feet tall. He towered over the dwarves and his roars filled the clearing and beyond, a clear warning against crossing him. Perhaps this was why Anubians and Sobekians were so feared militarily. Their inherent magic made them a battlefield powerhouse. Perhaps it was their utter mastery of their equipment. Honestly, all of the above probably applied. the dwarven squad ran, giving Tenax time to hear a warning of some elf. He turned to see a spell being prepared. With his mouth full, he couldn't mock the decision, but he did drop his scizore, transferring the dead dwarf to his hand. He charged at the high elf, literally throwing the dead dwarf at the elf to try and break his concentration. Mouth now empty, he spat a threat to the elf. "I will hunt you down and flay your skin from your bones, arrogant mage! Your attack on us will kill your family and burn your home!"
 
Sharda turned the forest into a clearing as she hacked through wood and enemies alike. Scores of dwarfs, elves, and anyone else unfortunate enough not to escape falling trees were crushed underneath. She was, however, starting to grow tired of how the robot was causing so much trouble for them. It seemed like half their entire team went to go fetch the malfunctioning machine. She had no idea why it even came to the forest in the first place aside from it's buggy system, which may be the reason anyways.

Soon the mage that guided their cart arrived in the forest. If he was here, than the wagon was lost and Sharda was out of a job. "Dammit! This is what I get for having to baby sit the damn robot!" It seemed most of the enemies were on the retreat not, or possibly regrouping. The only one who remained was the high elf mage, who likely had many spells that would prevent most of everyone from doing direct harm to him. Teleporting was one of them; for all Sharda knew, that elf could switch places between himself and Sharda, making her the unlucky victim to friendly fire. Not that she was feeling particularly friendly with the current crowd anyways. Instead however some sort of fog was flowing from the elf and into the trees. Luckily Sharda had cleaved down most of the surrounding forest, so it was going to take that mist a little while before it could reach the trees. However she didn't want to know what would happen when they do.

And to make matter's worse, as Sharda was moving to find a large tree to crush the elf with, she nearly got crushed by a boulder. "Catapults! Damn elves must have given their artillery our position." And with giant falling rocks weren't bad enough, Sharda knew it was only a matter of time before the dwarves brought their cannons towards the forest. Those things could sunder through a fortress wall with a good volley; she doubt anyone here could survive even the splash damage. She certainly wasn't going to stick around to find out. This wasn't her battle, and frankly if she was going to fight in this war was she going to fight for her people, not on behalf of some suicidal robot or other strange creatures. Sharda's final act before retiring from the battle was to sending one of the larger trees tumbling down towards the high elf, and anyone else near him. It either crushed or bounced over any obstacles in it's path, splinting on occasion but it remain whole nonetheless.

Deactivating her The Terror Sharda turned from the fight. She would return one day, but this time with purpose. She spotted a pink-haired person run through the forest and chose to follow after her. While she doubt the person would appreciate an orc running after her, Sharda would deal with it as it came.

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Nyasha ran from the sound of fighting and chaos around her. She knew this forest well, even as it was being torn apart. She knew where the brush was thin, where it could hide her the best, where dangerous brambles and poisons laid. And most importantly, she knew which way was home. As she and Yoyo ran through the forest, she knew it was only going to be a matter of time before either armies find her home and take it for themselves. Nyasha hardly know the intricacy of land ownership, and surely if they find her alone they would take it by force. Nyahsa planned to simply return home to gather as much things as she can onto one of the wagons and try to find somewhere safe. This was the last way she wanted to see the world, but she had no choice. It was either leaving or dying. All the while, Nyahsa was unaware of those who followed her. Not just Sharda, but soldiers as well.
 
Sensors picked up all kinds of signals. Pockets of hostile combatants, projectiles flying overhead, and the million other things a battle brings with it. Overwhelming for an organic mind, but easily cataloged and tagged for 347's advanced AI systems. They tailored a map of everything within range, all updated in real time. It allowed 347 to avoid trees when they fell, move away from areas of heavy cannon fire, and avoid the largest groups of enemies. Everything that happened around the robot was acknowledged and taken into account. To an AI, combat isn't about skill or technique; it's just math. An opponent's swing is just an angle to be interrupted. Cannonballs are just radii to avoid. Everything that happens can be calculated and handled. Even magic. The occasional magic projectile is as easily mapped as any arrow. Math has a way of bringing everyone and everything down to a brutally basic level.

In short; 347 was getting the hang of this. He was parrying more often instead of just taking the hit. While getting hit didn't do anything, it was still progress. 347's only advantage over these soldiers had been his calculations and the fact that he could take a perpetually eternal beating. Now he could block their strikes with a weapon. He was learning.

Soon, he found himself without a foe again, having defeated or scared off the members of the current group he'd been fighting. He'd put himself in a jam, however. In his attempt to rescue a non-combatant, he'd been caught up in a large battle. He needed a way out. Perhaps the friendlies here and there needed one too. Then his sensors picked up Nyasha fleeing from a group of soldiers. On infrared, Nyasha was a glowing human silhouette running from a large mob of glowing human silhouettes. The robot pushed escaping lower down on the list of objectives and moved to intercept. It didn't take long for 347 to close the distance. His legs were able to push each stride quite far; he almost looked like he was leaping rather than running.

He began to get close to the rear of the group, near the soldiers trailing behind the group. Those were the ones that noticed him first.
"The demon's returned!"
"It cannot be killed! Flee!"
"Cowards! Don't flee, fight!"

Some of the soldiers in the group fled into the forest, although a few stayed to fight. However, the group as a whole had thinned out quite a bit at this point.

"Surrender your weapons, and you will be taken into custody unharmed."

The content of 347's warning was largely ignored over his voice and unusually calm tone. While recognizable, the AI's voice was distinctively artificial.

"Listen to it! It is an affront to the gods!"

"Surrender your weapons, and you will be taken into cu-"

347 was interrupted with a sword. The swing was blocked with the mace 347 held, but the first strike had been made and the fight broke out. The robot blocked and swung until a fireball hit the side of 347's head. The flames hit and knocked 347's head to the side a little, but otherwise did nothing. If a robot is bulletproof, then it's probably fireproof too; among other -proofs. Seeing magic enhanced flames that could melt skin from bone slide harmlessly over the machine's chassis, the rest of the soldiers, save for their leader, decided to flee. Their message was unspoken, but clear.

Fuck this.

The commanding officer held a sword to try and keep this unnatural abomination away. He swung, but 347 anticipated the swing and caught the blade in its hand. 347 had just figured out it could do that.

"Surrender, and you will be take-"

The robot was interrupted again, not by a sword, but by the sword's owner letting go of the blade and running in the same direction as his group. The robot swapped its mace for the sword and began to catch up to Nyasha. Once it was close enough to be heard, it spoke again.

"Your attackers have been dispersed. This area is still not safe, evacuate immediately. Repeat, the area is still unsafe."

There was a split second of processing where 347 considered its options.

"This unit can escort you to safety."
 
Kiro was focused on a group of elven archers until he caught a glimpse of a large collapsing tree heading right for him forcing him to disengage and roll out of the trees path, but not before the sucidal elves put a volley of arrows into his chest before they were crushed by the tree. He slowly got up feeling pain on both the front and back of his body from the bleeding wounds left because of the elves arrows. He could see this was clearly a war not even a dragon could win single handily. He was stubborn, but he wasn't stupid and knew even someone like him can't win against such an opposition. The only thing he would do is make some poor fool into a rich fool when they gave his severed head to the elven hunters.

He tried to focus his power into an electrical strike to start a blaze, but could barely produce a spark which meant his powers were just about gone. He growled before taking off in the direction the metal creature had left. Perhaps if they were a group one of them might be able to help heal his wounds, or at least he would be able to rest knowing there were others around not trying to murder him. He soon found himself flying past what seemed like an orc following the strange creature and some type of human like creature. He flew ahead of them trying to keep a safe distance so that he didn't seem as threatening, though being a dragon tends to lead a high amount of misjudging. He tried to scout out a safe landing zone while he partially circled them keeping an eye out for any dangers. Although he wouldn't be able to keep himself airborne with his open wounds for long. Even though he was bigger then most, he could still bleed out or at least pass out from blood loss just like everyone else. For now he would just have to remain passive and use his remaining energy sparily as well as hope he could rest easily with this possible group. It was about his only option at this point as much as he didn't want to admit it.
 
After throwing the dwarf, Tenax saw 347 again disappearing into the forest. Growling in more annoyance than anger, he doubled back, snatched his scizore, and then took off after the robot. He lashed his weapon to his hip as he moved. The robot had it easy. The dense growth and trees slowed the Sobekian, but combat was unending, so he could only keep growing as he sought a way out. Eventually, he came upon the robot, who repelled some soldiers and talked to a young woman. She was obviously scared, and a giant crocodile probably wouldn't help. However, he figured she may be able to recognize if he didn't act hostile. "Found you again, robot. We need to make our way out of here. Soon enough, I'll be the size of a hill giant and they will bring in cannons. Even you wouldn't be able to withstand a direct volley, my friend. Bring her along, if she desires protection. We can get her out with us."
 
Ezio dodged and ducked around the now living roots that tried to grab him and rip him limb from limb. A fate he rather not endure. The mage tried every spell he had from a simple fire stream to the highly complex mini thunderstorms. Yet the plants just kept coming. Occasionally Ezio became aware as he tried to survive. 347 was starting to parry more rather than try to become a pile of scales, or scrap. Whatever in the blazes it was. Tenax threw the dwarf he killed at the lead Elf who simply swatted it away. That surprised Ezio. The fancy elfie must have used a strength spell in order to just swat it away. Sharda was cutting down trees and people left and right when suddenly a boulder nearly made her into a pancake. He heard what she yelled and apparently the orc beat a hasty retreat. The others followed and so Ezio had no choice, but to follow as well otherwise he could become a lovely slave to the elves! Or worse...

"Wait for meee!" Ezio shouted as he ran through the forest eventually finding the group.

Sweat clung to Ezio and he breathed hard. The fight had taken a lot out of him. Casting spells second after another tired him out quickly so they needed to find a place to rest. In fact, Ezio thought they could all use a rest. Expect 347. Damn bot-demon got all of them in trouble in the first place. Ezio also noticed that they were missing some people. Probably went with backstabbing asshole. Selfish, but smart.

"Well, that was fun! Wasn't it, bot? 347? Whatever your name is?" Ezio huffed, crossing his arms in anger.

He was also glad that the elves and dwarves weren't giving chase. That how they wouldn't be shooting arrows into their bums.
 
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