"Butcher..,Butcher" Called out Collar, "his helmet may be restricting his breathing" Collar mention. Attempting too remove his helmet collar started becoming more intrigued in butcher's face.

"Most have never seen him without it on and those that tried to take it off were severely battered."

"Collar!! What madness are you doing? Don't remove that helmet, there's a world of horrors under neath it." Sarge said in a frightful tone.

"Is he really that ugly?" Collar thought, continuing too remove the helmet.

"Ahhhhahh!!" Shouted Sarge as he leaped upon Collar, placing him in a choke hole. "Didn't I just say NOT to do that." Grabbing hold of both Collar's ears, "don't these work!" Sarge Shouted.

As the two struggled, with a sudden pull Butcher's helmet was removed, revealing a shocking sight. Stairing dead at collar with a ice cold look that sent chills up Collar's spin, Butcher was furious. Both Sarge and Collar were frozen in disbelief and unable to look away. * slowly pull the helmet back over his face* WHAM!!!! "Argghhh!! Damn it Butcher."

"That was a warning, next time I'll take your eyes" he quickly rebutted. "Sarge!, next time I'll be taking yours as well" Butcher infrom in a malicious tone.

"How could such a curl voice come from a face like that" responded Collar.

"Lord Butcher!! I can't unsee what I've seen please take my eyes." Sarge dramatically begged.

SMACK!! "Idiots, arrghhh I'm still in a critical state? Thought you were healing me."

"Yes but we aren't as proficient in using Priest Class Arts" replied Collar.

In Butcher's current state, most of his bones had fractures and some of his internal organs were heavily damaged. Him still being alive was a miracle in it self.

"I still can believe that voice comes from your face. That isn't right" Collar said while holding his cheek.

"You're rigth Collar, a face as elegant as that shouldn't sound like a mountain brute." Sarge implied.

"BOTH OF YAH DROP DEAD!!!" roared Butcher "arrrgggghhhh...."

"fool don't exhaust yourself, we're barely able to snatch you away from death's grip.

Also don't speak with that wrenched voice, it's befiles the very image of that face. How is it that his face could put even the most beautiful of women to shame", * cries on the inside* . Collar comforts Sarge as the two reject the idea that butcher face could be compared to that of a goddess.

"A BRUTE LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE SUCH GODLY FEATURES!!!!!" shouted Collar who was jealous and pissed that butcher was even more attractive than all his pervious partners.

"By the way butcher how did you end up in such a state, even with your blessings you should've been able to reduce most damage." Collar asked while still holding Sarge who was still astonished, looking up at Collar Sarge dramatically expressed "life is meaningless."

"Ok now you're being a bit much" rebutted Collar.

Further away infront of trenches Primous's faith started wavering, "it's barely been an hour and he's already done so much." Primous thought as he stood unshaken by the current events.

WHAM!! SPLASH!! Another Knight descends into the muddy ground, "what's that now? 99 Knights I've dispatch already." Ziair boasted.

His overwhelming presence cause the Knights to second guest themselves in challenging him, their will to fight was slowly being broken.

"They are children from our tribe that can put up more of a challenge, calling yourself warriors....what a joke." Ziair continued to hurdle insults upon insults trying to enrage Primous.

Flames across Primous's body started to flicker and dance, emitting so much heat it started to scorch the ground beneath him.

Ziair smiled at this sight, "is that all Primous are you nothing more than hot air he mocked." The Flames upon Primous screamed and turned from bright orange to a hell fire blue.

"Yes just like that, take the bait and charge in." Ziair thought to himself.

"Are you with me men?" Primous asked his remaining units and without hesitation they roared Yes. Grabbing hold of their spears, swords, scythe and axes the men stood firm.

Turning to face his men Primous attempted to raise their moral.

"Fight, fight for those that lay dead before you, don't allow this man to mock our dead brothers. His words are sharp like blades and more toxic than a red woman, but MERE WORDS CAN NOT PENATRATE A KNIGHTS PRIDE!!!! THE NIGHT MAY BE ON THEIR SIDE BUT THE SUN WILL RISE!!!! AND WE WILL BASS IN ITS LIGHT!!!, Be my Flames! And burn bright through the night lighting a path for our comrades. Use these flames and let your fury BRUNNNNNN!!!!!" shouted out Primous setting his men hearts ablaze.

From the trench a loud clap followed by cheering could be heard faintly, "that was a lovely Primous", "it moved me", "my speeches are still better!" shouted out Butcher, Collar and Sarge.

"CUTE! But be realistic, your all gunna die by these hands." Ziair pointed as he morph his arms into beast like claws, "send the piggies out for the wolf to slaughter" Ziair told Primous.

"He's insulted us for the last time, Extinguishing Flame: Last Blaze!!" Primous yelled as he set his men ablaze. Rushing out first was a member of the slaughter core, wielding his scythe he lunged forward.

"Number 100 has entered" Ziair mention as he raced towards him, "easy pickings!!" He shouted thrusting his arm forward, * bumbum bumbum* ahhhhh!!!! CLANG!! as claw and scythe clashed, "ggrrrhh...you Knights are Pathetic!!" Ziair shout easily knocking aside the scythe to follow up his initial strick with a second thrust. Moments before the Knights impending death he thought of his brothers he fought with and all their hopes, dreams and wishes. Which were all pissed on by the man before him, this fill him with rage. Rage that burnss.

*Pooff* bursting forth from his body was a raging flame that engulf his entire body, Flames so intense yet they didn't scorch him. Instead he felt his strength increases drastically. STAB!!! WHOOSSSH!!! "what?"

Completely confused by this sudden occurrence Ziair quickly darted back to observe. "It was shallow, how?" He thought.

"Primous, this technique that you've use on us, won't it cut away at your grace?" Asked another slaughter core member.

"Don't worry about me, this is an all or nothing tactic. Those flames I've set upon you all will bring out you full abilities, fatigue and pain will be negated but it comes at a high price."

"Are you really willing to go that far Primous?" Another Asked.

"Yes. We just have to hold out till the others arrive, even then our chances still feel slim he thought."

THUD!! "Took longer than usual but all the same, those flames managed to burn me even when I'm covered in flow armor. Mmhm, I'll have to use two hands now" Ziair said. *sinister smile* "you've just made my night."

(South Central )

Rumble! Rumble!, "it's getting pretty livid out there" Aszra thought, "how did her foot get in my face? She sleep just like her mother."

Gently removing himself from the bed making his way to go down to the lobby. "Wonder if that is girl still around?" He asked himself peeking around the lobby, "damn...I wanted a bit of fun" Aszra said with a sign scratching his head.

Rumble! Rumble!, "odd? There's way more activity than usual. Guess I'll take a look."

As he exist the inn Aszra emits an enormous amount of flow cloaking the entire inn and a few nearby buildings.

*??!?* "interesting, you shouldn't have been wander this far in" he stated while walking towards them. "I'll hate to know that the suits are using tonight to train their recruits and of all things to train on, a Raid Croc?..." While Aszra tried to figure out the sense behind this idiotic decision making several suit members raced by all charging at the Raid Croc.

"My God." Witnessing the madness that was happening right in front him, these recruits were launching themselves recklessly. All in attempt to drop the Raid Croc, sadly their foolish bravery led them to a sudden end.

CHOMP!! "ARGGGHHH!!!", "Kenny!!", "watch out for its tail!", "argghhh!!! My arm", "no no... where's the instructor?" Cried out many of the recruits as the Raid Croc shredded through their squads.

Looking down from a roof stood one of the Green Suits squad leaders observing over the situation. "1 2 4 5.....we've lost a few and only in the frist couple of minutes" he said shaking his head. "Maybe the Raid Croc was a bit much" he thought to himself looking down below.

"I can't believe that he's just watching these green horns get tore apart, doesn't he know Raid Crocs are Elite/Copper star rank? Not only that it's like they haven't been taught how to counter act the patterns either" Aszra thought.

"Heyyyyy! Priest! Watchout!!", shouted out one of the suits recruits.

"What?" Racing towards Aszra was the Raid Croc, it's mountain like brute strength allows it to challenge most beast and their speed would put to small creatures to shame. With power back legs and massive claws for digging through rock.

"Mmmhm... this one is an adolescent, he's probably around the size of a small house. So his skin hasn't fully thicken yet", Aszra lost in thought forgot about the raging Raid Croc approaching.

*Glances* "oh where you're going?" Jolting forward slanting it head sideways with its mouth open attempting to crunch on Aszra. "No", SMACK!! CRASH!! "know your place" said Aszra as he stooped down to scold the Raid Croc who he just back slap through the street.

Fear race across the Green Suits recruits as they witness this simple looking priest continues to scold and smack around the Raid Croc as if it were a mere child.

"Who's the real monster here", "he took it out with just a slap", "guys why is he pointing at us?", "no shit he's sending it back", "what!!!" Panic the recruits.

Bolting towards the recruits returned the Raid Croc, it's savagery was even greater. Probably cause of the scolding.

"Watch its legs, they'll make spilt turns to catch you off guard. Also get behind it and pin it tail, it uses it to make those explosives charges. Lastly the weakest point on that thing is..... well I can't teach you everything, good luck boys" Aszra said as he walked off.

Watching him leave the squad instructor signal the senior members to assist the recruits. "Why you think he help them?" Asked one of the seniors.

"Help? That man had no intention of helping, anything beyond that wall isn't his problem but once you enter, he then sees you as a problem. Go clean up so we can rejoin the other on the outer side." Order the Instructor, "Aszra..mhhmm..he's the real monster here."

Walking along the outer wall Aszra made his way over to where the suits were engaging against the king beast. As he made his way closer to the conflict, a familiar figure appeared before him. Sitting upon the outer wall just observing sat the High Priest.

"You've finally made it."

"Ahhh...yeah got caught up in stuff" responded Aszra.

*coldly stairs* "whore."

*gasp* "please doan you that word to describe me "Aszra rebutted. The two sat together upon the outer wall and continued to observe the skirmish.

"The king beasts are lively tonight, more than usual" Aszra stated.

*Silence* "I've also dealt with that matter you sent me on a few months back in the south north region desert." *Awkward Silence*

"Does Navarra know off you're whore ish ways?" High Priest asked again.

*Stairs angrily * "what's your problem" Aszra responded with a serious tone.

In a spilt second an enormous magnitude of flow Sruged form the High Priest. "You're not bout that life" he told Aszra as his demeanor quickly changed to that of pure chaos, the sudden burst of power even halted the king beasts advance, his presence so great it that several green suit members began to feel the weight of his flow. Which brought many to their knees.

"Ok..ok, you win. I wasn't doing anything whore ish though, was just talking a stroll" Aszra said trying to retake his comment.

"Mmmhm....I see, Navarra will still be informed on your behavior."

"What!, sorry I mean why? Give me a break." Plied Aszra for he feared her wrath much more than he did the High Priest.

* laughs out*

"You should see your face, she really has you whipped" the High Priest says as he continues to laugh uncontrollably.

*Blank expression*

"I hate you ohhh so very much" rebutted Aszra.

After they finish greeting, the two then continue observing the skirmish.

"By the way... why is do you have a body beside you?"Asked Aszra.

"This is Raka, he belongs to us now" the High Priest responded.

"Are you trying to piss off the suits" rebutted Aszra.

"Stop poking him, also if any thing rises you'll put it back to rest."