Both armies continue clashing for an unknown time but the line slowly moves closer and closer to the humans. The sheer number advantage that the Kraeka have is enough to press this advantage, though they’re taking a heavy toll on their numbers for it. In the distance, at the base of the wall, the Earth Kraeka had conjured from the ground, stood a lone Male Air Kraeka. More Air Kraeka appeared from behind the wall and began to split off into separate directions. They fly low and ever so silent in order to use the chaotic confusion of the battle to stay hidden from view. Off into the various sides of forest that surrounds the battle they hide… and they wait. The lone Male glows in cackling energy as he raises his hand. He didn’t care if he expanded his exhaustion, for he wanted to see the end of the Oraeka head right here and right now.

Rumbling thunder can be heard in the distance and for a brief moment, the fighting around Kutaru and Glestel paused as both Oraeka and Kraeka alike looked up in confusion. As Kutaru’s eyes glazed upwards they also widened at the sight of dark clouds rolling in.

“Glestel! He plans on bringing in a storm?!” His panicked voice raising to his Commander as she finishes off the foe she was fighting. She scowls when she looks up to the sky.

“So it seems.” The heat of her words seething through teeth. “This bodes unwell for both armies, the absolute madman. He seems to not care at all how he achieves his victory here this day.”

The skies darken as noises of panic can be heard from the humans down at their catapults. The Kraeka army seems scattered and distracted at their leader’s decision, as the Oraeka line begins chasing them once more back onto the hill. That was when the first bolt of lightning struck. The electrical energy came blasting down atop the hill and directly into the army standing atop there. Kutaru flinches at the blinding light and sound in anger as beings of both sides are turned to ash under the powerful bolt.

“Dome.” Kutaru spins to Glestel. “We won’t get a large enough dome up in time.” Glestel holds a face of absolute rage at his words.

“Then we simply have to fall into their trap. We can’t flee fast enough from this field of battle.” Another clash of lightning falls in the distance.

Kutaru looks about him to gather his senses in the chaos. Desperately he’s trying to rack his brain for any sort of answers to the situation at hand. What he could gather was the leader of the Air didn’t care about casualties of his own army. Looking into the sky once more he noticed a particular piece of the enemy army was missing.

“They’re going to flank us. Chaos have me they’re using the storm to flank us!” A crash as lightning slams into a catapult of the humans. Screaming intensifies as the wind picks up around them. Kutaru clenches his blade and steels himself as he looks Glestel in the eyes. “So be it. Suppose we have to walk into the trap either way.”

“Kutaru.” She has a pained look on her face before it turned serious once more towards her enemies around them. Many of them had been trying to make a break for it as to not die from the oncoming onslaught of electricity. “We will win. We have to win. Press further but know our advantage of an unknown asset isn’t saveable. We must take this fight to Him.”

Glestel leads Kutaru in a charge forward, cutting down anyone willing to try to stop her. Kutaru follows behind, making their safety from the lightning storm his primary concern as he uses his own energy to keep her magically shielded. Together they stood at the top of the hill to look down it once again at the Kraeka army reforming below. Boom. Another Catapult explodes behind them to send the humans in a fleeing panic. What was left of the Oraeka stood their ground upon that hill, glaring down below at their enemy. The leader of the Air Kraeka floated above them with a smirk as he glowed from his crackling energy.

“Look at his smug face, as if he’s won.” Glestel spits to the side.

“Strategically we had the downside no matter how you see it.” Kutaru pats his commander’s shoulder. “However his downfall will be that he angered the one and only Kazashi.”

“Correct on that point Kutaru.” She smiles at the man before taking a few steps in front of her army. She points her weapon down to the enemy forces, aura flowing about her to make her shine brightly. “The war will end here. It has to end here. For our futures. For the Humans futures. For the Kraeka futures.”

The Oraeka line unsheaths their weapons and follow suit to point at their enemies. A wet drop taps Kutaru’s nose and he touches it in surprise. A smirk appears on his face. Fitting. He follows suit with everyone else to point down at his enemies. The blanket of water rolled across the battlefield to finally accompany the lightning that came before it and shower everyone into a cold drench. Glestel points her sword to be vertical in front of her as she scowls.

“Raio os ont. Respot teh ordres.”

The Oraeka swarmed in down the hillside all around Glestel in a blood-curdling scream. The hill shook from their descent as they used their auras to put power behind it. Kutaru walks up to Glestel with a nod before the two make their own descent forward to their enemy of the day. The clash of the army’s weapons rang out across the rolling plains known as Metha. Now that the Oraeka were on the offensive it was clear exactly which of the two armies was truly stronger. It was brutal to see these beings on the offensive and not holding back for the sake of the humans they had been paired with. The frontline of Earth Kraeka was no match for the push, quickly breaking the line for the Oraeka army to slice through. Kutaru and Glestel quicken their pace towards the fight as the lightning storm quickens its own pace of electrical strikes onto unfortunate souls. The Fire Kraeka at least put up a much more fierce fight than the earthen beings. Thus the frontlines merge into one by the time Glestel and Kutaru join the fray side by side.

Together the two carve their own paths deep into the enemy army. The rain dripping down both their armor to mingle in the sweat of adrenaline. They even use the rain to their advantage as it makes it far easier to electrocute and freeze their foes in their tracks. Crash! Lightning strikes sending more soldiers flying into the air and frying them. Walls of stone emerging to encapture foes and crush them in between if they weren’t strong enough to break through. The screams of those perishing in the fire echo around the field and foe after foe that fall to Kutaru’s blade was ever more a reminder of how much he hated war. How much it sickened him that this is the limit to living a life in this world. That in order to survive they must always find some reason to bicker. In the midst of his adrenaline rush of attacking the enemy, he feels it. The wind shifted. It started as a simple breeze that tugged on the sweat of his body before it quickly became a gale. They were arriving from two separate sides of the fight to throw the rain back and forth in the air with such a ferocity some of the fighting stopped altogether.

“Glestel! The ambush!”

Kutaru barely got the words out of his mouth before the first Air Kraeka made a strike at him. The Air are fast and it was difficult for Kutaru to bring the shield up in time to connect with the beings blade. Clang! Glestel deflected her own foe as the horde of Air Kraeka began their descent onto the fight. Flashes of lightning gave brief glimpses of them within the rain. Screams began to ring out as it was clear the less skillful Oraeka couldn’t handle the sudden appearance of this ambush. Glestel bobs and weaves with her sword against the barrage, using various means of ice and earth to make obstacles in the way of the Air Kraeka. Kutaru had to do the same and before long the two were separated within the chaos.

He holds his ground the best he can, trying to think of the best possible plan for this scenario. He glows as an attacker grabs hold of him to shove him several feet along the ground. The Air Kraeka raises a dagger but is instead met with the cold spear of ice out of Kutaru’s hand. He kicks him off, trying to regain his posture in the fight. What looked to be finally a positive note for the army was crushed swiftly by the ambush Kutaru had predicted. However, they were too far into the fight, with no available way out. He grabs his sword once more while trying to find Glestel, who happened to be nowhere in sight anymore.

“Glestel!!” His voice rings out over the battlefield while he defends himself from his foes. Another Air manages to get a blow to his side before falling. Kutaru tries to move and then winces at the pain in his side. He holds a hand to it and finally notices the blood. He glows, as that needs to be patched up as soon as possible.

Wham! A force knocks into him in his distracted state, followed by a surge of electricity to his system. A bolt from the sky had dropped near him and sent him flying several dozen feet away. He laid there stunned for a moment as he tried to wrap his head around what happened… until he heard a chuckle. Vision still blurry he lifts his head a little bit to see the leader of the Air Kraeka fly down to him.

“How’s it feel ya traitorous bastard?” The man looked at Kutaru with disgust as he raises a hand to blast Kutaru with electricity. With his body still dazed, Kutaru couldn’t react to it and feels it surge through him while screaming in agony. “Not so tough when ya don’t have your precious Kazashi nearby are ya?” The Air Kraeka stops surging Kutaru with energy for a moment and brandishes a sword to point at the fallen man. His wings flap outward to fully stretch it’s span and a gust of wind begins to glow.

Kutaru is helpless in this very moment, body numb from the aura cast on him. He’s trying to mentally move the aura around his being but the responsiveness is sluggish thanks to being so dazed. He could do nothing but feel the gust surrounding him now as the Air Kraeka began to rush forward in a blurry of speed. The sounds of battle nearby fuzzy and indistinguishable from one another as the pelting rain on his head is far louder than anything else. --taru--. He at least swears he hears his name and tries to move his head. An armored figure steps in front of Kutaru in a beautiful grace, a grace ruined by the new reddened blade sticking through their back. The numbness was starting to go away and feeling returned to the sore spots of his body. The rest of his senses begin to return to him as he slowly gets up in staggering motions. His eyes fall level on what he could finally perceive as the platinum hair of only one person. His eyes widen when he finally realizes who stepped in front of him. The Air Kraeka cackles before them… and then his face shows fear. The very aura of his being was being ripped away from him as Glestel coughed up blood, scowling with intense bloodlust one could imagine five hundred separate scenarios she murdered the man in before her. The Air Kraeka falls to his knees, being that his aura was drained from his body, and was then kicked away into the distance. Glestel looks over her shoulder with a bloody smile to Kutaru before eventually being carefully caught by him.

“Need eyes for the back of your head?” She chuckles weakly at the irony of her words.