Argus eyes changed color as he transmuted. He growled, exchanging death glare with Axel. Some of August’s wolves chanted in accord, cheering him. But as Axel jumped to attack Argus, Argus turned back and ran, escaping the Alpha from the Western Border.
Out of fear, Argus used his speed to escape, leaving their wolves on their own. Axel, however, halted as ha landed, upon the sudden cowardly move of the enemy. He watched Argus as he raced himself to get away.
He wasn’t injected. Axel noticed.
This was the first time he saw August’s brother. Except the fact that their Kingdom were far from the Western Kingdom, he was not an important person Axel would like to see. And Argus’ action just now proved how he was unworthy of his acknowledgement.
Axel, once, again, turned to the battlefield. He allowed the scaredy cat to leave, as he did not think it was necessary to chase after someone who was not even ready to fight. He saved time and took the chance to see how his men were doing against the abnormal enemies.
“Heal him!”
“Ahh!”
“Roger!”
Even before the enemy had actually showed themselves, they knew they were outnumbered. But the sight that Axel was seeing was more than being outnumbered. Indeed, the drug had made the wolves evolve into something more grotesque.
The area had absolutely became a bloodbath. A lot had already transmuted back. The healers’ attention were torn. Their thousand and hundred number had been decreased by one third. It was a favorable situation for August’s wolves, though their leader had already escaped.
Axel, who abhorred the current situation, ran to help those who were deeply wounded. He did not care how much of them would attack him. He defended his wolves. His allies. He even asked Monique to stop supporting him, so she could aid those who needed it.
The allied groups’ howled and wailed echoed in the forest. Their screams every time they were assaulted. Their courageous growl whenever they attack. It was clamoring. Echoing.
Axel, together with the high ranked wolves, and Edward’s General continued to fight despite their pitiful state. They fought back with all their might, pouring all their experiences and strength as if this will be the last time.
It was hard to hold out. With the enemy’s strength, they could barely have an opening. More so to those who weren’t blessed with agility and durability. It was a losing battle.
Or so they thought.
Amidst the morbid scene, countless arrows flew in the sky, pointing at the enemy. It hit them in the back, causing them to fall. It helped not only those who were in trouble, but to those who were strong as well. An opening, at last!
The allied wolves took it as an opportunity. They did not know where it come from, but they all had one group in mind.
The Wesleyeians.
The arrows continued to shot. But now in different direction, as if its archer were moving as they attack. But though its location were coming from unforeseen direction, its accuracy did not fail.
“Poison… It was poison!” Monique confirmed as she pulled the arrow from the enemy’s back. It was already dead from the fatal blow he received on his neck, when he was unable to move.
The arrows were made in an old style manner. Though they used a simple wood as its body, the blade was made from stone, giving it a weight to go where the archer wanted it to. But beside the not so advance appearance, the point was dipped with poison.
The weapon could hardly harm them, if not beause of the poison used. It also looked rush. Whilst the toxicant were still fresh. Now, it had been confirmed.
It was the Wesleyeians.
The tribe who never clash with anyone. Thus, they knew nothing about weapons. The pack that lived in this mountain from generation to generation, to maintain the peace. They were the only ones who could think of doing something like this, by utilizing what they could get in the mountain they were so familiar with.
But what kind of poison was this? It effects were quick to show. It automatically immobilized the target. It was convenient… or was this the Wesleyeians’ plan from the start?
But that would mean they had seen this coming. Their plan to shot arrows for support would only work if the enemy were in a specific area. When did they come up with this?
Axel made sure the Wesleyeians’ effort won’t be in vain. All of them used the time the Wesleyeians bought for them to defeat their foe. The healers were given enough time to heal those who were injured. They were slowly turning the table!
The arrows landed on their specified target. The allied wolves continued to fight August’s enemy, decreasing their number as fast as they could. They were regaining the balance.
But not for long.
Some of the enemy had learned how to avoid the arrow by spiliting their attention in half. That way, their speed would decrease. The archer would need to take another arrow, and focus on aiming, requiring them enough fraction of seconds for August’s army to kill.
The blood spilled. The scent of stinking gore overwhelmed the place. The wolves bay and growl did not end as they continued to kill each other for their own goal and desire.
Until more of them were taken. Until they were consumed by their survival instinct. Until they were overtaken by their emotions.
“Efraim!” Axel shouted, as he saw Efraim being targeted by three wolves.
He ran towards the newly found friend during the preparation, in hope to save him. But he was too late. The wolves had already slashed Efraim’s neck with their claw. Damaging his lips, while bitting the half of his face. Efraim transmuted with his body covered in blood.
And Axel, in extreme incredulity, growled. He attacked the wolves who had hurted Efraim. With his eyes turning red, he went on rampage, letting himself be overtaken by anger.