Chapter 9: The Battle of the Boundaries

Several weeks have passed while we were preparing everything. From the armies, to the structures, to the weapons and munitions; and even the traps we've planted all across the battlefield. We're as ready as ever.

The armies marched on the four boundaries, the four battlefields that would decide the lives of everyone, not only of those comrades on our sides but also of those who're at the back.

I'm stationed with "Dragon" Jairus and his army. His chosen lieutenant is S ranker "Marksman" Francis. Francis is a meta with the ability to infuse energy on projectiles giving them powerful piercing abilities. He normally uses Guns, arrows and spears on battle. Right now he is relaying Jairus' orders to the whole army.

We've reached the battlefield fast, the road aren't empty as cars have littered the road. As the cars are made into bombs by our demo experts. Jairus himself participated in this activity as he is a bomb lover. He also loves war and strategical games, as a game known as Command and Conquer once bind him and his friends together.

I've spread my vision to envelop the battlefield all around us. I could see our soldiers, their expressions are a mix of anxiety, nervousness, excitement and anticipation. I tried to focus my ability on a single direction, to scout wether the enemies have arrived already. And I am not mistaken, they have come. And they're charging in fast.

"They're coming!", I shouted to Jairus. "Prepare Ranks! Go to your designated positions!", he commanded. His appearance and presence is one that would make other subconciously submissive. Based on what I know Alexander, Jairus and some of their friends once participated on officer training back on their high school days. And that training surely is effective and dead useful to him and his friends.

"Tankers, get ready to crash!", he commanded on several Metas with large bodies. I recognize two of them, the brothers A ranker Ian and S ranker "Muscle" Leon. Both have their bodies enlarge with pure muscles. Jairus himself transformed into a half human half dragon creature and flew to the front to lead the tankers. While Francis is perched on a platform with a sniper on his hands. He is surrounded by other snipers and archers.

Bullets that could kill aswangs were too few due to the fact that they're manually made by the creation types. Swords, spears and axes were better on this situation due to the fact that it could be reused. A bow and arrow is much better than guns on that regard, as most arrowheads could be reused. Plus most of those who uses long range weapons are those who're metas whose abilities sync with long range weapon or those whose skills and talent on guns are really just plain amazing.

As the opponents charge in, Francis and his marksmen squad fired out. Jairus bellowed and charge out on the front. Pretty soon I could see already an all out battle. I kept monitoring the whole battle to send reinforcements or stabilizers wherever it is needed. I could notice Jairus plowing aswangs left and right all by himself. His S rankers are doing the same too. I could also see the manananggals up on the sky, which is being targeted by Francis and co.

Right now Aswangs on full battle suits have skipped out of their lines to meet against the S rankers and A rankers who gladly duelled them.

Jairus now on his full dragon form raged around battling two Emperor class on his own. Leon and Ian is battling with several armored aswangs, probably on General class on their own deep on the enemy lines. They were raging around freely. Each of their attacks causes collateral damages on the Peasant level and Soldier level aswangs around them.

Then I notice something peculiar. An aswang wearing clothes reminiscent of a Datu's. He is tattooed all over his body. He's scouting the whole battlefield, but after my ability reach him his gaze turned towards me.

"Jairus, Alexander. I've found the Lord class."