The dark aquamarine world erupted in a cacophony of clangs, barks, snarls, growls, and roars as black and gray met.
The branches were a battlefield.
The Ateles Mortises showed their strange mastery of swordsmanship, where long limbs, tails, and swing momenta are part of the kit.
They slashed while hanging, dodged by pulling themselves up with their tails, and predicted where the enemies would hang next, cutting off that branch with corrosive slash marks to knock their enemies down and injure them through falls.
It was definitely a fascinating start to the skirmish.
The grays were more numerous, though, as the members of the opposition are still en route to support.
Two of their elites clashed with the two elites of the blacks, while the last one led a small cohort of six to pursue the three hateful instigators.
Regretting their choices to chase this far wasn't in the vocabulary of the deathly monkeys, though.
