The Warwolf

Following the natural path that Song carried him in, Nero brandished his Sword in an arc, His arm tensing as He took a sharp breath and then... "AHHHHRRRHHHH!" The Litchen Warrior screamed, grabbing the stump that had once hosted her Spear arm, Nero having severed Her arm at the bicep like a knife through butter, the Crystal sword now dripping with blood as the Warrior screamed, falling to the ground as she writhed, a Crimsom pool of blood filling the cracks in the stone beneath her, though Nero wasted no time in watching this for the Rhythm that drove him, urged him to act further with even greater speed and power.

Strength and Speed rippling through him in abundance, Nero snatched the armless Litchen's spear out of the air with lightning-fast speed, pivoting around and casting the Spear towards Fiore's attacker, the Steal cracking against the air as He threw it like a javelin. The Litchen who was about to land another blow on Fiore, who was on the ground raising her arms for mercy, had only time to look at Nero with terror before the entire length of the Spear had run its course through her abdomen, piercing into the stone below with a splattering of blood, the Litchen Warrior's corpse propped up by the weapon.

The Entire Arena, froze, the hoard above silent, the warrior's bellow, stopping mid-swing to stare with shock at the sudden occurrence, Griffin smiled deeper than ever at him, Fiore's jaw on the floor as He sprinted over to Her, sliding along the stone, kicking up dust as he snatched Fiore's rifle-spear, stuffing it smoothly into her hands, reaching around to help aim Fiore's shocked and shaking arms, and squeezing her fingers around the sensitive trigger.

The Rifle fired another bright Golden blast of light, the shot hitting one of Griffin's attackers square in the Mask, the wood and metal exploding violently, burning and splintering into the Warrior's face, who screamed in pain as she flew back into the stone. Fiore was still trembling as Nero pulled Her up to his feet, grasping her rifle closely as she looked up to him, Nero pointed her gun upwards towards the enemy, gripping his sword tightly as He advanced towards the enemy, blade dripping with blood, eyes burning with determination.

The Warriors seemed to realise who the real threat was, abandoning Griffin to pursue him as He Moved slowly towards them. Nero had no fear, no doubt, He merely listened to the beat of the Song, certain of what to do and when to do it, the six Warriors doing nothing to stir him on his path to win the Battle to protect the others. The first Lichen came, twisting Her spear in an act of intimidation, Nero's slash was fast and wide, the curved blade rending the exposed flesh on her side split open, Her bleeding body falling dead before she even hit the ground, the next was certainly more cautious, wasting no time in running at him, thrusting her spear in a running jump, the blade clanging against the hard crystal as Nero parried, quickly slicing upward, cutting his enemy's spear clean in half, his knee sinking deep into her stomach, so hard that He felt her ribs crack against his kneecap, of course, she was pretty much out for the count, leaving four of the frankly hesitant Warriors to deal with.

Locking into a tight formation, the remaining four Warriors marched forward, circling in on him, pressing in to overwhelm him with their host of attacks, Nero's body flooded with adrenaline, brandishing his blade in a defensive position, the cold Crystal resting on his forearm, ready to repel the coming flurry.

There was a moment of silence before the Crowd started to scream again, calling for the attack as Nero's eyes watched each of the Warriors vigilantly, and so it began, the sharp spears lunging at him all at once, Nero swept his sword around just before this, bashing away all four spears with such **** that they staggered, the shafts of their weapons becoming tangled in one another allowing for Nero to spin to his left, hitting one of the Warrior's squares in the face with the flat of his sword, kneeling to slice at the shins of the two next to her, and finally springing upward, his shoulder bashing hard into the last warrior, sending her flying off of her feet and face-first into the dirt.

Watching the wounded warriors all on the ground, scuttling back on the ground in fear, Nero's grip on his sword tightened, his eyes looking upward towards the Great Cheif, who like the other warriors, seemed to completely dumbfounded, their eyes staring with disbelief as He wiped the blood from his blade on the soft fur wrapped around his waist.

The Cheif paused as the Litchen above Nero began to chant, quietly a first, though the voices grew and grew "Bajarineh.... Bajarineh... Bajarineh Bajarineh Bajarineh. BAJARINEH!" The Voices cried, yelling at the top of their lungs. Nero looked to Baj, who had already grabbed her weapon, moving forward despite the Cheif's obvious protest, trying to grab her even though the Braided Warrior had already climbed down, walking towards him with ferocity in her eyes.

"Kaja, Hok Kaja Bajarineh!" Nero heard Fiore cry from behind him, But the Warrior did not stop, she continued to march towards him, Her decorated spear spinning quickly as she did, her heavy growl audible even amongst the Litchen's chanting, Nero's eyes flickered to Griffin as she struggled to get to her feet, moving over to him with a smile on her face, though she obviously was having difficulty with the Cheif having drained her power

"N-Need a Hand?" Griffin asked, Nero, shook his head

"No, Protect Fiore." He said, Griffin looked like she might protest but Nero cut Her off with his fiery stare "I said, Go." He said darkly, Griffin smirked, turning her head away to hide her flush

"Yes, Sir." She whispered, walking off to follow his orders. Nero gripped his sword in both hands, He didn't know how He knew, but she was definitely a lot better than the other Warriors, taller, stronger, Her eyes wild and ferocious as she broke off into a dead sprint, as soon as they clashed, the crowed sung, the ringing sound of Crystal on steel filing the Arena as Nero and Baj traded monstrous blows, slashing ducking, jumping and dodging, they crossed blades so fast that Nero wasn't even able to see exactly what was happening as they kicked up dust, all He did was follow his instincts, that continued to well up inside of him, growing and growing with each parry and counter, each skilful manoeuvre that He didn't know that He could pull off, and yet despite his obeying of what naturally sung within, nothing within him wished to kill Baj, fear of killing had drained from his every pore, this was mercy, mercy for Fione and Mercy for the Cheif, who now shouted at Baj, who He suspected did not want to lose another daughter.

However, Baj continued to battle him, stab at him viciously, slice at his arm, batter his ribs and send a staggering blow into his jaw, yet Nero fought on determined to tire her out, to spare Her life "Stop this..." He said to her, jumping to stop her from sweeping out his feet from under him, "I don't want to hurt You!" Nero growled, ducking deep to avoid the high swipe that Baj delivered, She wouldn't stop, if she could only understand him, why wouldn't she stop fighting!?

Baj came in close, kicking at his wrist so that He dropped his blade, Nero burned in the song of battle, feeling the great flame entangle his mind, making his ears ring and his eye burn as Baj swung at him once again. Nero in his might caught the shaft of Baj's Spear, taking it into his hand and bashing it so hard against her mask that the Metal and wood split in two, sending Her flying to the ground, Nero saw Her laying there, face covered in blood where her mask had splintered into her left eye, rage painted on her face as she went to stand.

Overcome with power and rage, Nero gritted his teeth, raising Baj's spear high above his head and allowing nothing but a single word to leave his lips, a cry to end this needless battle as He Split Baj's spear over his knee, a sudden wave of transcendental energy sweeping out of his mind and into the entire Arena, touching every mind around him, broadcasting a single word"ENOUGH!!!!"

Nero watched as the Energy reached the top of the grand valley, before shooting back down again, the Magnificent beam forcing its way into his head, cramming itself into every nook and cranny of his mind, his Left arm lit with the white-hot searing pain that He knew was the awakening of new power, though as He looked down to his arm, He saw on his chest, just like the one that Caliope had, a circular symbol illuminated in a bright crimson, like Calipoe's it was only... piercing the round circle, was a long thin arrow, forming a what was unmistakeably the Symbol for a Male... or Mars?

The Last of the Energy collapsed into his mind, leaving him slightly dazed and confused for a moment, as everybody stared at him, the song of his Instinct slowly dissipating like sand blown away by a gentle wind, He blinked, breathing heavily as He stared at his hands, in the wonder of the power that had just been unleashed within him, that is when He heard them, the Litchen above, murmuring to one another

"The Outsider bears the mark, and He spoke in our Tounge!?." He heard a couple say, "The Mark of the Warwolf!" Some more whispered, "By Sovereign, the Gojat is the Chosen!?" More cried "He is the Warwolf, the warwolf has come!!" They all started to chant... and Nero, He could understand them, they were speaking in their Litchen tongue, and He understood them?

"SILENCE!" Nero heard a powerful voice cry, Nero looked up, still a little fuzzy from having all of that information enter his mind at once, but saw the Cheif, sliding down a length of rope with the rest of her warriors, As soon as she touched the ground, she looked up to the stands speaking in her deep and commanding tone "ALL TO ME!" She commanded, gesturing to the crowds above, and so one and all, the Hoard defended from the tunnels, until Litchen in the hundreds of thousands began to surround him, locking Him, Fiore and Griff into a tight circle, all staring at Nero through their masks as He watched The Cheif kneel down to help Baj to her feet, the Warrior's bloody face frozen in shock as The Cheif helped her lean upon another so that she could step cautiously towards Nero, Her dark eyes looking upon him with wonder as she drew nearer and nearer.

Nero did not move, the Cheif seemed almost afraid of him in the way that she approached, her many hands held out to him in accommodation, stopping just in front of him before "Outsider... speaks Litch Tounge?" She asked gently, Nero paused, He really could understand them, so that wave of energy, that was Mysterian power right?

"Y-Yes, I... I think so?" He said, it still felt very strange, to speak in another language but perceive it as Your own. The Cheif considered him

"Outsider... is Warwolf?" She asked, moving closer to him and placing her hand above his heart, where the Mark once was, He shrugged

"Warwolf?" He asked, The Cheif's eyes widened, stammering over her words

"W-Warwolf, the Son of the Sovereign would fall from the sky in the Great Eye." She said, looking at him like she this was the first time that she had ever seen him before, Nero winced

"Um... I did, fall from the sky." Nero spoke softly, slightly unsure on whether telling her what she wanted to hear was a good idea, however as the Cheif's eyes brightened, her hands reaching up, Nero relaxed slightly, watching the Cheif reach behind Her head to unclasp her tall shining mask.

Sliding the gleaming mask of wood and metal from her face, the face of a beautiful woman of age and experience looked at him, Her eyes strong, smooth face containing a faint but present scar that climbed from her jaw to her cheek, the other jaw having winding tribal tattoos that fell all across her neck, Her hair a perfect split of smooth ivory and Braided fiery crimson braids that were tied loosely and relaxed across her left shoulder "Warwolf... I am Ulsa, Chietan of the Litch Hoard, I beg forgiveness for our disrespect." She muttered, her voice quivering as if she was addressing a figure of grand stature, Nero raised an eyebrow, still a little shaken by the alphabet soup that was his chaotic mind

"I'm Nero, Nero Belona. Please... Spare Griffin and Fiore... I can't fight a-anymore..." He said, his speech slurring, mind quaking, He felt his legs weaken, his body slump suddenly as he fell into the Cheif's arms, his sight fading and mind settling into yet another unnatural Unconsciousness.