By the bank of the waterfall, a stray to its beauty is a lone goblin who groans in hastily unbuckling its pants, exhaling in relief as it finally sets free its stream, washing away its urine into the water. It's self now cleared, the goblin pulls back on its pants, ignoring simple hygiene practices as it then turns away without washing its hands. And out of the water appears another, his exit silent as he sneaks his way behind the monster who has turned away, breath held as he swiftly gets the goblin by surprise, gripping its neck with a stab to its chest, hearing as the goblin gargles its blood that pukes up from its mouth with its legs going weak. And so it falls, looking up to its killer as its life fades away, to Ezek who's eyes spell to it a disgust for its kind as it finally goes silent.

"Sorry, Elina. I guess I'll have to dirty it now," Ezek says, looking at the knife painted in the goblin's blood, and there he hears another voice, turning over the goblin on his belly to see a radio attached to its back, hearing as another of its kind speaks through the device as he takes it up. "Fuck...how the hell did you get these things? Damn it...! I'll have to find the others. If I'm right, then Team B is where they're most likely heading"

And so he gets up, as to the west is his goal to reach Team B, taking up the goblin's bow and arrows to be his only weapon of silence against them, back into the dense foliage where he keeps a low profile, his body still wet as he sneaks his way through, into seeing as one soldier runs from where he stops to observe, watching the man breathing heavily with his hands tangled, quickly crouching as sees a bullet enter into his chest by the goblins who have caught him. There Ezek quickly goes prone, as before him he sees they laugh with putting a rope over his head, the soldier bruised up and silent as they pull him off his feet, choking his life out with legs that flail and eyes that turn over, his body stopping as he finally dies, ending short term pleasure as now one of them goes onto their radio, advancing their terror as Ezek continues his progress.

Through a few more, he passes their squads of 5s and 7s, some with red boars, and all with their weapons silent, into hearing gunshots that ring in his ears, as to a checkpoint he reaches, hissing as sees members of his team atop a rock, cornered by more goblins who camouflage themselves within the environment as they return fire to the group, also seeing Andreas whose in prone with one of his legs that seems to have a problem. And silently he begins helping them, as into their backs his arrows land from behind, pushing them out of their hiding spots as they see their comrades falling as he passes through the trees in getting a top view of the terrain. And now there's two left, striking one below in jumping with his knife from above, into killing the other in rolling with his bow that fires into its eye, ending their assault on his team. And from there he gets closer to them, the soldiers happy to see him as they sound in his appearance, telling them to hush as he has not lowered his guard.

"E-Ezek? I saw you fall off the edge, we thought you were dead," Andreas chuckles, grunting at the pain of his leg. "Am I glad to see you"

"What the hell happened to your leg?" Ezek asks, as he sees the bloody, twisted leg of the man.

"They almost got me. W-W-We were chased, and...now we're here," Andreas answers.

"Tch...where's the captain, and Kraydor and the rest?"

"We got split up. We were separated....when a second of the boars appeared in the shootout. And the captain...." Another soldier says, her head going blank before she could finish the rest. "T-The captain...."

"What happened? Tell me," Ezek charges, shaking her shoulders, her body bloodied as her eyes shake. "Why are you so bloody??"

"S-She killed one, it's those bastards blood all over my body to dull my scent. And....to help us escape, she baited herself into getting chased by them. I...I don't know if she's alive," The soldier explains, ashamed she was too scared to help the captain as she ran away. "I...hate it that I was only thinking of myself"

"Fuck..." Ezek sounds, as he looks around the area in suspicion still strong, looking back at Andreas' twisted leg. "You don't have a potion to heal your leg?"

"N-No, they were destroyed when we were running away," She explains. " And he couldn't drink more even if we had...he had one already, minutes before his leg got damaged"

"Shit..." Ezek sounds, hitting the ground as now his mind comes to one thing. "...You have something to bite down on?"

"W-What...??" Andreas questions.

"We're gonna have to fix your leg back in its place," Ezek states to him, his eyes showing to Andreas the dark reality of the situation as he contemplates, as he knows of how painful it'll be, but so he decides, nodding to the others who worry in seeing his broken smile, putting into his mouth a rag that he already begins biting down on. "...Hold him still"

To his command, Andreas body chills by his thoughts, to each of them is a part of his body they hold, as now Ezek places his hands onto his leg, pushing Andreas into breathing heavily as now he prepares for the force. Feeling as Ezek presses down onto his leg, his pressure calling a pulsing pain, Andreas sounds louder through his muffled mouth, as Ezek begins twisting with greater strength, feeling as his bone shifts with great pain that successfully snaps his leg back in place, coughing out the rag in his breathing heavier, feeling as he readies to throw up with being stopped by Ezek who covers his mouth before he does.

"Swallow it," Ezek commands, gripping his mouth with his eyes serious like their captain's, as the others shake in imagining how much pain Andreas felt. "Because if you don't, you're vomiting all your lunch away, and when you do that, you lose all your strength, and when you lose you lose your strength, you're giving into holding back the rest of us. And let me tell you this, right now, with everything gone to shit, every soldier here is responsible for their own lives. So you choose...swallow back your food, or you're on your own"

To his words, Andreas holds his puke, its nastiness scratching at his throat, leaving an emptiness in his belly with hands that shake as he looks to Ezek who warns of what's to come next. And so he chooses his choice, as wanting to stick to his friends, already afraid and lost on what to do, he swallows back his vomit, cold sweat on his face by his strength regained. And to his choice, Ezek pats his shoulder, nodding as he once again looks around the area.

"Good...get him up," Ezek orders, and so they do, Andreas supported by one who puts his hand over her shoulder. "Now, Team B's last known location was to the west, that's where we're going. How much ammo you all have?"

"Not much, but it will get us through for a while," Andreas answers, his breathing still heavy from the post-shock of his leg fixed.

"Alright. How stable are you? Can you walk?"

"Y-Yeah, just enough, but I still need help"

"I can carry him. His hands still work, so he'll still be useful," The female soldier tells him.

"Hm...let's go," Ezek nods, equipping his bow where he sets an arrow by, as now he begins leading the small group of soldiers to Team B.

***

And across the forest, fighting their own battle as they've been attacked, smashed into a goblin's face is the hammer of Kraydor who flanks them, fighting a squad with his small company of eight who share fire with the monsters. Kraydor is then cut by goblins whose knives slice his toned body, feeling their stings that burn on his skin as the three of them stand before him, into attacking him once more. Kraydor quickly reacts, kicking one of them into a tree with a swing of a fist into the face of the second, killing the last with a strike that bends its body like a cardboard box. And there they end the battle, as for the last of them in their last stand, Kraydor awakes a mighty sea of rock that impales the enemies, along with the soldiers who swiftly execute the rest of them, winning this battle with gunning the rest of them down at last. Feeling his wounds going numb, at their sight he realizes what has happened to him, going into his bag for an ointment that will help ease their effect, stopping as he hears another soldier groaning.

"Are you alright?" He hears another soldier ask his ally, seeing as one of them is seated by a tree with holding onto his arm that was cut as well. "Shit, their stuff was poisoned!"

"D-Damn it," The wounded soldier sounds, his voice trembling as he fears for his life, and so Kraydor makes his choice, looking at the last of his ointment in his small jar, going to the wounded with kneeling with a smile.

"Here," He gives his ointment to the soldiers.

"A-Are you sure??" The second asks, Kraydor placing it in his hand. "Is this the only one you have? You're wounded too, Kraydor"

"It is alright, please, use it. It is my fault that I had forgotten to buy more," Kraydo tells them, the wounded soldier cussing at his own weakness, getting a hand to his shoulder by the orc. "It is alright, soldier"

"Captain!?" A fourth calls on her radio, as she tries to signal for Sigrid in her worry. "Captain! Please, answer us! Fuck..."

"Come. We will have to advance to the second team," Kraydor tells them, pressing onto one of his wounds.

"Are sure you're alright?"

"Yes. Let's keep moving!"

Thus they continue, their hope dwindled by the shadows lurking within the forest with them, worried for the others who are out on their own, praying that they're alright, as for a while they've been travelling, through different levels, everybody helping each other, Kraydor putting his hand against a tree, as now his head begins to feel woozy, his eyes feeling slow, taking a deep breath to maintain his stamina from the strong poison he was inflicted with. One soldier puts his hand against the orc, his face telling Kraydor that he's afraid that he'll drop, telling the worried once more that he is alright, with the forest gone quiet, now being able to hear their own breath as they walk. And so their pace is halted once again, as in front Kraydor stops with raising his hand in gesturing to them, as around them they begin to hear the bushes rustle, and slowly they begin to comprehend what has come for them once more, their breaths skipping by a second as they see the animals of the forest running away, gazing upon another set of goblins who has followed them with their tongues crackling, laughing at the soldiers who have become depressed.

"N-No," One of the soldiers sounds, gun tightly gripped in his hand for his fear of the monsters, as Kraydor musters his strength to lift his hammer.

"Prepare yourselves," The Orc says, his back together with his company, as he takes a deep breath once more.

And comes the first of the goblins who rushes them with its knife, shot through its head by one of the soldiers with quick instincts, as Kraydor swings a fist across another with his large hand, breaking its neck on impact. Some of their eyes stung by their sweat that drip from their faces rapidly, the soldiers battle for their lives in trying to control their fear at the same time, as rushed is one of them who enters into a struggle with a goblin, shouting as he's stabbed through his eye in getting tackled to the ground, having his name called out by another who kills the murderer of their friend. But in avenging their fallen ally, appears a threat just as worse, into the circle where it tackles Kraydor who's grown weak. carrying him from the company and into the bushes. And there their form grows weaker, their hope lost as even their strongest could not win against the horde, with their ammo now lost and bodies now gave out, into getting beaten by the monsters with their guns, dropping to the ground where their restrained, their fears growing as they see as the goblin's turn to another whose legs have shake.

"No!!" A soldier shouts, knocked back down by one of them who begins hitting him with their gun, seeing as they slowly pace to the female of their group.

Believing the sight of her to be true, onto her body their hands reach, one gripping her bloodied hair with reaching out its nose to smell what's deep beneath it all. From her they inspect, her skin soft to their touch, and body not like her peers in their eyes, is the feminine scent that quickly hardens what's within their pants, crackling as they've become excited for what they've found. And so she begins praying, tears falling from her eyes from the cruel fate she believes the world has given her, as her voice breaks in having no more words left, screaming as ones goes to fondle her breast, into attempting to grab one of their knives, wanting to kill herself before they could get their way with her.

But she's struck across the face, with her fellow soldiers shouting for them to leave her alone as they work to hold her down, the goblins kicking her across the face in bloodying her nose more, finally weakening her into stop struggling. And so she continues to pray to the gods, their scent horrendous to her as she's pinned to the ground with her shirt stripped by the monsters, revealing to them her bra that they rip off in eagerly wanting to have her naked body. There their eyes feast upon them, their mouths drooling to the sight that pleases them well, her breasts of milk-white, soft and charming to their hands, scratching their nails onto them as they squeeze for her softness, one of them then squeezing onto their crotch to the pulsating excitement they feel to ruin her, turning her over in shaping her back. There her breaking down worsens, as behind her, she feels as their nasty hands work to force her pants off, their progress successful as revealed to them is what's underneath her covering, the white panties that she wears, hearing their menacing laughter as one spread her legs apart to its liking with setting its hands onto them to rip it off, pleasured by her despair that entices them even more as it sinks its claw into her body, drawing up blood that drips down her shaking legs. But halted is their pleasure in a sudden gush of emotion they feel chilling their blood, as into the forest before them with their eyes that see perfectly well within the darkness, they see a lurking presence with fear skipping through their hearts that beat to their chest like drums, letting go of the woman as they back to what they hear crushing the dead leaves beneath its feet.

And in seeing their reaction, trying to break free of their retrains, the soldiers also begin gazing into the darkness that tickles their imaginations, hearing their own heartbeats as slowly the presence lurks from out the darkness towards them, their hopes regained as appeared is another, but still their hearts become agitated, as before them he stands with an aura dark and numbing their to minds.

"Wh-Who are...?" One of the soldiers questions, as upon his dark armour they gaze upon, now realizing who this warrior is as they begin mumbling his name, as upon his head, its colour black with eyes like voids is a helm of a wolf with its fangs sharp, his armour made of the finest steel on his body, matched with his black cape that flows in the wind that appears, and a great sword upon his back that peaks at their fear, his aura freezing the skins of the goblins that cannot comprehend what they sense.

But even with their souls shivering, frustrated are goblins at the one who has disturbed their taking of a reward, one of them laughing as he points to the warrior, running to its new opponent as its friends try to call him back, seeing as it jumps towards the man, its head calmly grabbed and slowly place down on its knees without a fight, as in his hold, the creature no longer ignores what hides within this man, feeling as its neck is then twisted before it could let out a scream of help, dropping to the ground as a helpless prey.

Their hearts hasten at the one before them, slowly the warrior begins pacing towards them, his sight like a predator in their eyes, afraid for their lives, and so they begin firing at their enemies, their bullets bounced from his cape that he puts in front, slowly the two of them begins comprehending what has happened as he speeds past them with his cape like a curtain of darkness, turning to see another of their comrade's head bashed against a tree, its pieces of brain matter gushing out of its skull, dropping their weapons in looking up to the hunter that turns to them, his aura raging and creeping, cold as it eats away at their souls, one of them dropping to the ground, as the other begins to cry in rushing the man with its attempt to stab him, only for his armour to dent the tip of its blade, getting grabbed by the throat and lifted off the ground with numerous punches that deform its face more than it already is, into being turned with its teeth falling out with the warrior exhaling breath like a cold wind to the monster.

"Tell him," The hunter commands, his voice hollowing through his helmet as he squeezes onto its neck that strains its life. "Tell him to go run to the others, and tell them that I've come for them. Say it!!"

It's fear crawling over its skin like many bugs that call goosebumps, it does as it is commanded, its eyes red in telling the other goblin who had dropped to its knees the message it could understand from its instincts alone, knowing who has come for them. So it gets back on its legs, running through the forest with its breath heavy in a cold sweat. And there the gripped one tears flow, it's pants wet as now it begins peeing itself, enticing the warrior into a burst of menacing laughter, as comes more allies of soldiers, Team B who rushes to help the downed company in their retrains, seeing as Kraydor also returns, his body bloody with his hammer dragged across the ground.

"Are you guys alright??" One of the members of the B team question, untying them from their restraints.

"Kraydor! Help him first! He's been poisoned," One the soldiers reply, seeing as Kraydoy drops to his knee in heavy breathing, and so they do, putting to his mouth a bottle of antidote that he desperately drinks, resting as he goes to lean his back by a tree, hearing as the goblin then screams in terror, its head bashed by the fist of the warrior who laughs, its scrawny hands reaching up into the air in its legs squealing, begging for mercy in what it sees hiding within the warrior, as its drove into the insanity that scrapes it feeble mind.

And there the soldiers watch, almost as fearful of the warrior the same way as the goblin is, as under that helmet, the madness leaking out of its voids of eyes, all could tell that there is a devil smiling within.