"Get off him Primous, release butcher please" Sarge begged while him and several others tried to pull him off butcher's throat.

"ONE TASKS!!!, just scout out a place that we may shelter and gather supplies but No!!!! you go on an launch an attack on unknown forces and carelessly decrease our numbers" Primous angrily stated as he continued to choke out butcher.

*Tap tap tap tap*

"What!!" Primous shouted as he released him.

* Gasp for air* WHAM!!!!, without a thought butcher dropped Primous in a single blow. They both the staired at each other knowing full well the situation their were in.

"Try that again and I'll out that flame" butcher told him. They then both sat down and butcher informed him of what had happen.

They had begun scouting out several towns and villages, most were embedded without the forest while others had unknown terrain.

As they had continued searching the came upon this isolated town, "at fist I went to send messengers to ask for support but then I felt it". Butcher then describe the blood lust that was emitting from it, it would have been suicidal evening approaching.

"So you thought raiding it would've been better" Primous sarcastically replied.

"You want me hit you again flame boy" butcher instantly rebutted standing up.

*Both stair at each other* "Why you little shit" Primous mutters as he leaps upon butcher choking him once more. While they were have their own discussion, Sarge began to organize promise platoon, taking the injured to a secure position within the makeshift fort and instructed different divisions to help impove the forts defenses.

"Those able come grab a shovel from the supplies Primous brought, we'll be digging out trenches surrounding the fort. Primous divisions, gather wood from that from the forest behind use. We'll use that to make spares, rope we need rope, third wave gather whatever cloths that Primouses group brought".

As Sarge was making perpetrations for the battle tomorrow, Butcher and Primous had both worn their selves. * both heavily breathing *

"Ok butcher explain this madness, why is ⅔ of your squadron wonder and dead? You shouldn't have been at an disadvantage when it comes to militant warfare".

*Sighs* "we've been one countless crusades, yet we've never fought an enemy soo versatile. Not only did they had the advantage using the air, their ground forces were quite skilled. Even able to suppress our advanced, the also have enhancement techniques and divine art that are similar to our own. The conflict only died down when they realized their numbers were decreasing".

"So why didn't you push forward and take the town? Why retreat so far from the battlefield?" Primous asked in confusion.

"We were going to finish them but......., I felt his presence. It roared out across the carnage like a starving beasts, at first I thought it was your mother".

"Wait. What now?" Primous suddenly asked as he checked butcher.

"Nothing, the point is we stood no chance of us winning if he had entered. I gave the order and we fled back".

The two continued too discusse the situation and how they would find a means to come out victorious. While making plans, Tie suddenly appeared from Heavens Door. He feel too his knees exhausted from fleeing, trying too catche his breath both Primous and Butcher stood over him gloating with smug expressions.

"Hey I hear you lean how to fly today" wittingly said Primous.

"How was your first landing experience?, didn't crash now?" Knowingly asked butcher.

These two continue this cruel game until tie regain his stability. Once he was able to speak properly again he informed them on the mysterious figure they all felt at some point, he told them that this person was clearly classes above them and it would be best to avoid any collusion with him. These words of warning were bout ignored, butcher wanted to settle the score with the bird women and Primous found this figure interesting.

Midnight

"Everyone ready? We head out now"Collar said as he took his unit a hustle along the path Primous took. Q was now the last left on the shore line, his personal guard kept buy his said as he wait for day break to head out.

Upon the cliff

"Another party just left and they're traveling quickly", inform all near by border tribes commanded the tribal watcher.

Inside the town

"ARGGGGHHHHH!!!!! IMMA KIILL THAT HELMET WEARING GAINT!!!!" screamed the raven captain as she had lost countless friends in the confrontation. As for the smiling devils, it was a moment of silence for their fallen captain. They were filled with raged and grief, despite their losses both the ravens and devils gather at the gates once more masking themselves in the blood of their brotherings.

Daybreak came and with a screeching cry the ravens took to the sky, following beneath them was the devils, both parties emitting savage blood lust.

As the sun raise the shadows covering the Knights began to fade but standing there was butcher covered in blood as well, his helmet was dark with blood. He stood there holding in hand a wounded raven, you could she she was barely breathing.

"That MONSTER!!!" cried out the raven captain.

"WAIIIIIITT!" commanded butcher as his voice sent shock waves across the field bringing everyone to halt. As they all stop and the sun shine down upon them they saw that behind him laid the graves of both sides causalities.

Butcher had spent the night burying the fall as he is a priest of the Knights and it his duty to properly send those who have been slain to meet the Nine.

Emerging from being the graves were Primous, Tie, Sarge and their remaining troops.

"Why didn't you just left her to die? She wasn't going to make it anyway" asked the bothered Primous.

"Her only words were I want to see my sisters,

We're Knights not pagans, we show respect to those brave enough to stand before us". Butcher then whispered into the dying raven's ear, "your sisters came for you" with those words her heart melt.

From the ravens view they had saw butch wisher something to her, afterwards she passed. This boiled their blood, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" The ravens cried a they swore towards the shy while the devil activated their body enhancements.

"Look, you pissed them off" Tie smartly said.

Butcher then turned toward his troops and began his speech.

"We are the blessed by the Nine, we no not of fear nor of pain, ignore their cries of anger, ignore their blood lust.

AND THRIVEEEEEE ON THEIR HATE!!!!, LET IT CONSUME THEM AND LEAD THEM BLINDLY INTO THE CLUTCHES OF OUR SPARES!!!!!!"

"Dame he's good, I hate that he's so good. Screw it", Primous says as he walks out toward the raging ravens and devils. "What a lovely morning......, BUTCHER!!! COMMENCE THE ASSAULT!!!"

"MORNING GLORY!!!!!" Cried out Butcher as his war cry brimmed his men with life, the raid continues.