"Now. Eat this." Aktani said, pulling a piece of Pemmican, dried oats, meat and fruit, as he continued. "I heard once that your people made this stuff I don't know if it-" Galvar suddenly snatched the food from Aktani's hand and scarfed it down in one gulp. The flavor of the dried meat, the sweetness of the berry. It'd been so long since he'd tasted it. The Talomayz had stockpiled all food made by the prisoners for themselves, and after all his bad behavior, he'd only had flat breads and porridge. It could've brought a tear to his eye in any other circumstance. But it was enough.
Standing to his feet he looked back to the City of Molca. And began to walk.
"Hey! Wait! Galvar!" Cotal questioned. "Where the hell are you going?!"
Galvar stopped in his tracks, and looked over his shoulder. "Finishing this."
Coatl and Galvar ran through the Clokosi field. The former being unable to keep up with him. His mind raced as the city of Molca came closer and closer
Coatl thought back to only the past two years. He'd grown up in Molca, he was bred to be a warrior. Conditioned from a young age to not question the authority of his leaders. Every war was labeled as a necessity to ensure their prosperity. Every sacrifice, ever piece of conquered land, every drop of blood supposedly bolstered their vigor and power. That it was they who the Gods Shone down on.
All until that fateful day. Fresh after a sacrifice whose blood ran down the gutters of sacrificial pyres would protect them in battle. But this was no mere normal group of Winged Ones. They possessed the powers of Devil Fruits, one who could produce strings from his fingertips, another who seemed to be able to turn into wind itself. The Curse Bearers as they were known to Talomayz. And the Fortunate to the others.
Their Abilities allowed them to wreak havoc across his squad. The display of power not only caused him to question what was real, but also caused his unyielding faith to buckle. Those sacrifices were meant to protect him and his people? And yet here they were bleeding and battered across the white fields.
It was then where he decided to betray his people. His cause. He chose to fight with those Cursed Bearers to fight off the rest of his squad. To the Dismay and Surprise of both parties respectfully.
But that only lasted so long. Deserters were executed. But when he was finally caught, those Curse Bearers were slaughtered. He was then forced into the very camps he helped prosper.
He Spent every waking moment of his life in that prison to make up for his sins. Extra food from those that held sympathy for him in the Tolamayz guards were given to others. He would take the shifts of other workers in the fields. Take the fall for bad behavior. Sure it got him beat. Had his wings clipped. But to him, it was all worth it.
He bit his lip, fist clenched as he picked up the pace. He still hadn't made up for what happened! He was going to get those that were oppressed in the city out! He was going to make sure that Tejolo paid!
The Feather Serpent swooped and slithered through the air, teeth stained in blood as the scales of his serpentine scale were battered and broken, dozens and dozens of spears and arrows were embedded into his body.
Fire began to glow across the dorsal fin-esque plates across his back, each one setting ablaze like a ritual fire, it was like something was charging!
"Sky of Destruction!" He Roared as his mouth opened, a concentrated storm brewed and crackled, growing to fill his mouth before spewing outwards! A Concentrated pillar of cloud, blades of wind surrounded and spiraled around it, rain seeping through his teeth, lightning crackled within! The Amalgamation of elemental power flew forward like missile! Impacting into the ground, cratering it! Leaving deep tranches and gashes into the city floor!
The Pillar caused Citizens of Molca to run in terror, one of them falling to their knees as the destructive force inched closer and closer!
"Look out!" Yelled Coatl as he dashed forward, swooping them into his arms and out of harm's way! The Pillar crashing and destroying through a multistory building.
"Tejolo!" Screamed galvar as his foot stopped into the ground coming to a stop, arms flexed as his blades shone and glistened in the fire of the burning city! Fury was etched into his brow, teeth grit!
The Scream caught the attention of the Tyrant. The pillar of destruction ceased as his eyes locked onto the Ska'laian. "Demon!"
He shifted his flight path, bloodied fangs bared as he stared at Galvar "My Warriors!" He began "This is the one who caused this Invasion! He is the Demon that brought destruction to our Empire!"
The Remaining Talomayz stopped what they were doing and shifted to look at Galvar, the blaze behind them illuminating them, giving them a ferocious and fierce visage! Their volcanic glass weapons raised from the ground dragging behind them before being brought into their palms
Galvar grimaced, looking to the oncoming attackers as Tejolo grinned. He was lucky that the Euaderians were reading themselves for another barrage of attacks onto him
Flexing his biceps, Galvar readied himself for the dozens of Soldiers that stomped their way towards him, taking a step forward only to stop his advancement!
A blur zipped through the air and in front of him! Blood dripping from the first soldier! It was Coatl! Twin sharpened stone axes in hand, rope binding the axe heads to their Bala Wood handles
"Go! I'll handle them! Tejolo's yours!" Coatl screamed, his attention focused on those he once called allies. The next words were only spoken to himself "I haven't yet atoned for what I've done…" He shoved his axes to his sides at the ready, showing his resolve to his enemy!