"Tell me is my vision going as expected."
Bowing to the seven-foot baboon of a woman, an equally tall primate of a man spoke without making direct eye contact. "The Galphi set flame to the village and the Pandytes are using the confusion to separate those walking pods or lead them to one of our containers."
"The Samiridae are they participating in the second act?"
"According to Azscor some were put in an illusion and have turn their maws on the family."
"What is being done about this incident?"
"At this moment they are searching for the being which caused this internal affair. According to observations their foe is hidden within the forest so as of now their whiskers are up and tuning in to all vibrations."
Bong! "What's that sound?"
Covering their ears from the deathly ringing blaring from their monitors. Forcing themselves to gaze blurrily at the screen they caught sight of a twelve-foot vine and wooden moose of a being charging into the scene with glowing hot fists that punched through or sliced off the heads of their discombobulated companion's while thorned vines shot from its body out yanking in the next victim or piercing and slashing through them until it stood in front of the container holding its seedlings.
Coughing and vomiting before hitting the floor the female Pandyte struggled to tinker with her watch. "Activate cyber suits" She whispered before falling unconscious.
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Tink, tink, tink, tink!
"We're not even scratching the surface!" Kicking off her foe after delivering a taloned kick to the shoulder, a burgundy and brown feathered being then kicked off the ground. "If I would have landed." Staring at a spiral crystalline object protruding from the ground like a jagged mountain cliff of stalagmites, the Galphi could picture it piercing through her entire torso as she floated backwards out of its reach.
Bink! Bink! Listening to the ring of her squad attacks echoing off the dino-like beast the Harn Valla spurs burst with flames upon contact with the mossy ground. Taking a deep breath "Aww, awwk, awwk, awwk" the Galphi fired multiple magma infused egg shaped blasts from her beak as she ran in an arc looking for an opening while her team continued to advance.
Slashing through the attempts with crystalline vines the Mais stepped in and out of Galphi punching, kicking, blocking, flipping and twisting with the flow of a break dancer that knew how to use his tail with every move. Woosh, falling to all fours, ducking a flaming kick that lit up the crystalline scales within the wooden pattern, the iguana looking being worn on its body.
"Awwk!" squawked the Galphi with a quick peek at the Maisara body flipping over and a heavy leg smacking him in the face and taking him down.
Rolling on top of the Harn Valla and bringing down a gorilla hammer fist upon his chest and face the Maisaur fell to all fours and fired water torpedos from its beaked mouth.
Pissshhss! The sound of hot boiling steam whistled through the air from the infusion of magma rockets and water torpedos collding.
Dropping to all fours, the Maisara plunged jeweled embroidered arms into the earth causing budded crystal stalks to spring from the rich, soft soil.
"Rrrk" twisting their heads in every direction, the Galphi danger intuition rang like an angry alarm clock at four in the morning prompting some to drop low and bury themselves, others to swipe randomly at the air in hopes to land a hit or blow away projectiles, while others reactions were delayed or the wrong choice which left them riddled with holes from the gem encrusted cactus like spines exploding from the Maisara's stalk.
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"Hm, I am wartun of this steam." Shaking the humidity off his feathers the moisture still sat on the Harn Valla. "The others must be enduring an intense battle." Pausing in his tracks the Masok head spun north-eastward. "What is this I sense?"
"Moyam" Peeking through the steam with narrowed eyes at a figure that resembled his leader a Masok took baby steps towards him until a tapping and scratching sound reached the holes on the side of his head translating them.
Relaying a message to his squad by tapping his spurs together, tapping his leg with a talon or scratching his bony muscular legs with either a spur or talon Moyam head rotated left and right picking up the subtle taps and scratches through the holes on the side of his head. Breathing as if relieved as the final click echoed in his mind, the Harn Valla rose a winged arm up then began to sweep through the air with hard powerful swings that unleashed a moving breeze that pushed and shoved at the mist until it cleared.