Raining Hell On Downpour

After two days of waiting, two of our most urging questions were going to be answered: were those Savages lying? And who is the new owner of this territory?

Two answers only time will answer.

We split our attackers. Warmonger, Edward, and Specter were leading the charge against Downpour. Me, Defender, and the Savage family agreed to take down Wildmen.

The morning before we launched our attacks was eerily quiet. Rows of Phantoms, scouts, hired warriors, and Savages stood beside each other. Saying their hello's for the first time to each other, and possibly even their last time.

From there, the trio responsible for attacking Downpour's side of the region broke apart from us. They silently took off. Each looking like an angle of death. They didn't want to harm anyone, but still were forced to.

Edward noticed how quiet everyone was. Even his own scouts weren't laughing or smiling. Keeping moral high, Edward's third favorite thing to do.

He thought for a moment. How would he cheer everyone up?

Edward finally spoke. "You know what's funny? They're calling Downpour because they make it rain fury on their enemies, but little do they know we're going to rain death and chaos on them!"

No one responded. Not a face flinched or bothered to look over at Edward's direction. Shocking, scouts didn't get excited because of the destruction they were about to cause?

Maybe this was a new chapter in his and their lives. One where the only thing one knows is to fight. A smile is only a memory.

They kept walking for another hour, and then they heard Specter's robotic voice tell them to stop moving. Specter's voice was angrier and more threatening, their actions were more rapid and had more power to them.

"Warmonger, take your crew and prepare yourselves for the attack. Good luck, have fun, and show no mercy." Specter tried their best to mimic an encouraging voice.

"You heard the damn thing. If I hired you, get out of the group and stand aside." Warmonger enforced Specter's command.

In unison, all the hired fighters Warmonger recruited stepped aside the group. Each of them wore a white piece of cloth around their thigh to indicate they were an ally. Then a purple piece of cloth wrapped around their arm.

Despite how different they all looked besides the tied pieces of cloth, they all shared one common goal: to clean out Downpour.

After everyone stepped to the side, Specter continued walking some more. Until they were out of view from Warmonger's team. That's where Edward's team dropped off.

Specter ordered. "Edward, take your scouts and attack whenever your gut tells you to."

Edward nodded and shook hands with Specter. "Listen, Specter. If I die today, I want to make it obvious that you were the best fucking killer I've ever met! Wish you the best, buddy."

They shared a moment of silence. Then Specter took his team and marched the final distance. Their reach would be enough to cover most of the region. Any survivor could either join us or face against us if this went our way.

Phantoms looked at each other and balled their hands into a fist and slammed it against their chest. Taking down targets quickly, silently, and effectively made them so deadly.

Today, they'll see if they are as deadly as they believe themselves to be.

Specter walked around. "Today we can only win. If you die, you'll become a true Phantom. If you live, you'll become a legend. Hit your hardest, strike your fastest, and bleed the slowest."

Then, Specter pushed to the front and charged out into the opening between the trees and the nearest base.

When they arrived at the base, they scaled the walls and jumped inside. The Downpour inside were about to leave for the conflict. So the attack caught them by surprise.

Specter took out his chain and whipped it at whoever was in front of them. Phantoms flooded the entire base. Quickly and brutally slaughtering anyone in their way.

Death all around, Specter admired the artwork its students made. Behind them, a special variation of a Downpour soldier approached Specter.

Pure thunder blue metal armor covered the soldier's main body. Around his legs and arms were massive plates of metal, shaped to perfectly fit around their arms and legs.

On the arms, rows of small metal teeth lined the outer part of the armor. Thick leather gloves protected their hands.

Around their chest was a uniquely curved chest piece. With a symbol of a water drop on the side. The sheer weight the soldier wearing it had to carry made them hunch.

For their helmet, they had a gladiator inspired helmet. With painted tears rolling down the cheeks.

Phantoms threw themselves at it before it could reach Specter. But each was carelessly tossed back into a group of Downpour. The last Phantom to attack the Downpour soldier got their neck snapped.

Specter grew in a rage. They knew this was the right time to unleash what they've been building up over the past two weeks.

Specter tossed his chains up above the Downpour soldier and slammed it downwards onto them. The Downpour soldier remained unphased by Specter's attack. But Specter did achieve something: they made them angry.

Now they were charging full speed to Specter. Before the Downpour soldier could reach them, Specter pressed the buttons on both of their wrists and slashed in front of them.

It staggered the soldier. To go with the slashes, Specter tackled the soldier down. In a split-second decision, Specter got off the soldier and jumped onto their chest.

The soldier clearly felt it. In response, the soldier tossed Specter off itself. They stood up, looking for Specter.

Specter landed next to the soldier. Sadly, they were unable to get up fast enough. The soldier picked up Specter and threw them onto a wall.

Out of pure rage, the soldier came over to keep attacking Specter. Their hand wrapped around Specter's wrist and tightened.

Bones and armor crushed under the immense pressure. Out of desperation, Specter swung their other claw at the soldier's arm. One of the swipes managed to loosen up the grip on Specter's arm.

"Your miserable armor won't save you from me." Specter taunted the soldier.

When they came back for another round, Specter swung their chain and knocked the soldier's eyes away from Specter.

Exactly what they wanted.

The soldier looked back at Specter, but they weren't there. Specter disappeared from the soldier's sight.

A giant claw stabbed through the back of the soldier, but not deep enough to cause serious damage. It was at this point the soldier knew what was happening. Specter climbed on top of them and was now stabbing them.

Specter held the best they could using their injured hand and stabbed, slammed, and gripped on the other. Soon, Specter's efforts would be rewarded.

Now, their cuts dug deep. The soldier started fighting more desperately. Soon, their strength faded away, and they dropped dead.

That fight was over. The surviving Phantoms cheered Specter's accomplishment. Fifty Phantoms climbed that wall, only forty were exiting.