Probably more like a Blue bottle fly than anything else, this large bug like creature shot quickly through the sky, passing the soft White underside of the clouds with ease, a soft hypnotic buzz, humming through the air as it beat its transparent wings at speed, whizzing over the forest, shooting across the open plains and dropping at a forty five degree angle, in line with the five soldiers, up until about the last two dozen yards, at which point it eased up, fell safely to Irth, planted all six of its outstretched legs into the dirt and paused, just long enough for its rider to dismount and meet the five soldiers, who approached them in kind.

"Yo Trimax what's the story? I thought you were helping set up the forests eye for the summer celebrations today." said Trilikz.

"Yeah I was, but the morons I got lumbered with are dumber than a bag of hammers. Hell they couldn't even manage to pack enough nuts and bolts to finish our section of the clearing, meaning someone, I.E me, has to go back and get them, cause there's no way I’m leaving it up to one of those morons to fetch the right ones. Pain me as it does to leave them on their own. Besides there’s a few other things I need to sort out"

"Yeah if you need a good job doing you’d best do it yourself.” said Nuzuki.

"Exactly, thing is though on our way back, Buzz here spotted what looked like a couple of Dark City stragglers, hanging around the forest and by the looks of em they were up to no good."

"No surprises there then." grumbled Org, pounding his fist into his palm, probably imagining it was Deathcap's head or anyone of his rotten minions.

“Probably the same ones who were reported for stealing a pig and mugging some of the villagers the other day.” said Trilikz.

“Although wasn't that a larger group? I thought there were at least five ruffians involved.” queried Molix.

“Don't know. I can't really remember now.”

"Anyway the long and short of it is, you guys need to find em and deal with em appropriately, preferably with a good, old fashioned pounding."

"Hey! You can count on us old buddy. We wont let you down." Trilikz assured him.

"Yeah no problem, I'm always up for a good, old fashioned pounding." said Org, thumping his palm again just for good measure.

"Hear, hear! I for one would like to second that motion." cheered Rollim, who was full of beans and ready to beat the crap out of someone.

"Awesome! I'm up for a little ass whooping." piped in Molix enthusiastically.

"You bet your friggin ass I am! Heck I'll whip those mud suckers from here to the Black mountain." boasted Nuzuki, who was referring to Mt Akinar, the second tallest mountain in all Sumarria.

"Ooh sounds kinky." teased Rollim, winding him up again.

"What! Shut up squirt!"

"Or what?" challenged the burly young Rhino.

"Or you'll be joining them. That's what pecker head." scowled Nuzuki, knitting his brow bad temperedly.

"Oooh I'm soooo scared." Rollim almost screeched, turning weak at the knees, shaking his legs like a bowl full of jelly, biting his left hoof and pretending to quiver in fear.

"You should be scrud!" snapped Nuzuki, grinding his teeth like an angry old goat.

"Butt munch!" retorted Rollim.

"Scuzz bucket!" growled Nuzuki.

"Fart weasel!"

"Dirt wad!"

"Hey quit it you two! Enough’s enough already! Stop acting like a couple of babies and get with the program." ordered Trilikz in a commanding tone.

"We’ve got a job to do. You’re meant to be soldiers. And not just any old soldiers either mind you, soldiers of the White palace. That’s what! You hear? "

Org began waving his finger like an angry schoolteacher, making faces behind Trilikz's back.

"So let’s have no more of these shenanigans and let’s start acting like soldiers okay. Can we all agree on that?" asked Trilikz, in the same authoritative tone.

Rollim opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted.

"We’re soldiers of the White palace. Are we not? And with that comes certain responsibilities.” Trilikz continued.

“There’s a time for play and a time for action. And right now is a time for action. So let’s find out where we need to go and let’s get down to business. Agreed?"

"Yes sir" bellowed Nuzuki with a brisk salute and stamp of his right foot.

Rollim sniggered, trying not to laugh.

Nuzuki stood as rigid as a board, hands by his sides, heels firmly together.

"Hey don't fret Trilikz. You can count on us." Rollim reassured him, trying hard to be serious.

"Yeah don't mind those two Trilikz. You know we always come good." said Org, grinning from ear to ear with a manly thump of his big chest.

Trilikz took this in good faith.

Molix stood by and awaited directions.

"So, where are these scumbags?" asked Trilikz, talking to Trimax. He of the stern expression and razor blade studded shell.

"Head South for a distance of about two miles and you’ll find em soon enough." replied Trimax.

"Two and a half miles to be precise." corrected the fly like creature Buzz in fly like tones.

"Oh and keep your weapons handy if you know what's good for you."

"Yeah at least one of them was brandishing a particularly large axe." buzzed Buzz.

"No worries." Trilikz assured them, pulling out an extendible staff from behind his back and giving it a quick twizzle. "This baby's never far from my side."

Apart from Rollim, who relied on a tough exterior and a trusty pair of horns, all displayed an impressive selection of weaponry.

Nuzuki's weapon of choice was a pair of nunchucs, Org's a large sabre sword and Molix a wicked pair of hand blades. The soldiers looked a force to be reckoned with, formidable, skilled, and dangerous, quickly putting the minds of Buzz and Trimax to rest. Not that there was ever any doubt in the first place.

"Right then lads, let’s go get em." said Trilikz, rolling his hard, armoured shoulders in their sockets, squinting vindictively and giving his neck a short, sharp click, kinda like a rifle, both fists itching to inflict harm, looking every inch the soldier, swift, nimble, full of fight and eager to kick ass for his kingdom.

"We'll catch you guy’s later." said Trilikz, as he Org, Rollim, Molix and Nuzuki, headed off to tackle the intruders.

"Good luck." replied Trimax, patting them on the back, as they passed.

"Yeah knock their blocks off guys and give em one for me aye." added Buzz, wishing he was going with them, itching for a piece of the action.

"Oh we will. Don't you worry about that, we’ll make friggin mince meat out of em." Org assured him.

The soldiers split and went their separate ways. Buzz and Trimax to the skies. Trilikz, Org, Molix and Nuzuki to fetch their horses.

Rollim meanwhile stuck to his own four hoofs. Trilikz and Nuzuki shared a beast, while Molix and Org rode separately.