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'Now that you put it like that, no.'
Aicanhir lost his animation, his feelings as usual less constant than a runaway car driven by a drunk blind in one eye.
'Exactly, all vehicles are in the center of the camp: under constant surveillance by all bandits. The question is, do you think it's still possible for me to proceed with my plan?'
The Golden Sun of Dawn frowned.
That smile, that damn smile plastered on Trevor's face didn't make him happy.
'What the fuck are you planning to do?'
'You are still as dumb as ever, Aicanhir.'
As unusual as ever, Trevor fully transformed into his guara form and charged into the tree top. His shocking speed allowed him to climb the steep wooden trunk as if it were nothing. On top of that plant structure, the entire camp was visible.
In the center, the large tent was surrounded by a hexagonal array of smaller tents. These groups of smaller tents came together in pairs, allowing for a total of three main roads leading to the center.
In that same center, the bandits' old motorcycles were being watched together by groups of bandits. Altogether, small groups of two people frequently roamed the base.
'Do not tell me…'
Aicanhir remembered another detail at that moment.
'No, this is impossible…'
These specific inner thoughts were not heard by Trevor.
The latter still kept his usual smile as he collected some of the branches from this large tree and turned it into things that were shaped like arrows. By using his claws, he managed to make these branches sharp and free from major imperfections.
'You're crazy, Trevor.'
In the next moment, his right hand morphed into sharp claws.
Those same sharp claws ripped through his left arm and ripped something out of it.
In the dim sunlight, red blood seeped from his left arm and stained the tree branches.
'That's why you came here even knowing about these idiots' camp.'
The truth was that the encounter with the bad guys' boss and his subordinates wasn't sudden. After surviving in the forest of the subtropical lowlands for so long, the young man would have to be dumb if he couldn't even notice traces of human activity in that area.
Buried under his flesh, an iconic silver glow emerged.
In the lad's hands, the red flame appeared as the bloodied lighter appeared.
'From the beginning, when you were acting shaking your legs, what you were trying to do was hide that lighter. In fact, now I understand why those thugs believed you: it wasn't acting from the start!'
Aicanhir sighed to himself and shook his head.
'You were shaking and crying because the pain of hiding the lighter inside your arm was genuine from the start. In addition to that pain, you were also feeling your hunger getting bigger and bigger, to the point where your belly started to rumble.'
In a matter of seconds, the fire spread to the arrowheads.
A cruel smile formed on Trevor's face, half of his sharp teeth were visible in the firelight and the other half of his face was dark as night, with only the glow of his left green eye being dimly visible.
The heat from those flaming arrows contrasted with the cold gaze on Trevor's face, who transformed his arms into the guara shape and trapped them between his fingers. What followed was a shower of calamities.
Comets have fallen.
The order dropped.
Flames were born.
Chaos has eroded.
Screams erupted.
Everyone in the camp was shocked!
Pistols and rifles were drawn, nobody trusted anybody!
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In another area, some time after.
The bald boss was shitting in the bush when his unlucky subordinate came to call him.
"Give me a reason not to kill you now!" The bald man could almost feel his moment of relief coming, but this bastard had to interrupt him right at the holiest hour of his day.
That was a complete affront to his dignity!
"Boss, there are unknown enemies attacking the camp! Some of our comrades have been burned to death and our posts near the main base are burning even now!" The poor thin subordinate with the thin mustache dared not speak nice words.
"What about our supplies? What happened to our supplies?!" Having been interrupted in the middle of the act, the man was left with the rage of a thousand elephants. His insides were more tangled up than headphones.
"That… Our supplies were also lost. Everything inside the main base was also set on fire." The man's thin mustache twitched along with his lips.
With every bad news he gave, the less he felt that he could get out of there without suffering too much later.
"Everything? My women died?"
"Yes…"
The man's sphincter contracted hard, decapitating the tip of the brown solid about to be excreted. The stench of that stuff made the subordinate's face twitch, but he didn't dare say anything about it.
"How many men have we lost?"
"13 men-"
"13? How did this happen!"
"...they were sleeping when the fire attacked the tent."
"..."
The bad guys' boss fists were about to start bleeding from the hate he was feeling. Everything was going well until a few seconds ago, but suddenly this messenger of the apocalypse arrived bringing the news that his peaceful world was about to die.
"Who is the enemy? How many? What is the motivation?"
"We think they are external enemies, I'm not sure about the rest. Our men are still reorganizing, Deputy Leader Nolan is cataloging the total damage. Boss, what do we do now? Vice leader Nolan sent me here to ask for your opinion."
"Gather the troops in the center of the camp, make sure there are no infiltrated people among us, send scouts and create escape routes in case there are any powerful enemies behind us."
In the hands of the bandits boss, a white toilet paper appeared and the man glared at it.
"Yes, Boss!"
As soon as the subordinate left with his new orders, the man had to force himself to clean up without even having finished his precious needs.
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Back in the center of the camp, the screams had already stopped.
Everyone's eyes were dark, but the feeling of distrust between them was even greater. None of them dared to let go of the firearm they had in their hands, the trust between them was thinner than soup of water.
"Guys, let's calm down. Boss has already sent his orders. Our enemy now is lack of information, so the boss asked me to send scouts. Also, another thing I need to verify is everyone's identity."
Deputy leader Nolan had a long brown beard, brown hair, and fair skin characteristic of the Southeastern Plains. Compared to the bandit boss, he was taller: 1,80 meters (5' 90'') compared to the bald man's 1,86 meters (6' 10'').
"Please drop your weapons and take off your hoods. These are orders from the boss to avoid causing further damage." In front of Nolan, all the men who had survived the attack had already been rounded up.
They were close to the bikes, each one of them not looking to cause trouble and putting their guns on the ground. Gradually, faces that were hidden under black hoods were revealed.
There were no pretty faces among them, there were all kinds of marks and scars on their dirty, oily skin. Their hair wasn't praiseworthy either, messy and full of dandruff.
"Right! Everybody is here?"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
Voices followed in unison as a church choir, but the reason for praise in this case was not some divine entity. The praise of relief in these voices came from the fact that no stranger was infiltrated among them.
"I'm glad that everything is in order. Let's move on-"
In that moment-!
*BOOM!*
Explosions echoed in succession!
*RAMBLE!*
The motorcycle's fuel tanks caught fire, exploding like grenades! Flaming steel shards flew, ripping flesh and severing entire limbs! Black smoke rose into the air, the putrid smell of burnt flesh drowned the men present in the embrace of despair!
From the ashes, a vague figure moved…
From the sea of corpses, above piles of bones, the vague figure revealed itself.
Scarlet blood bathed his long slender black legs, yellow fire burned his beautiful golden fur.
"Demon!"
"It's the enemy!"
"Attack-! Ahhhh!"
"Run! Hurry-! Ah!"
The double pistols in the monster's hands started the massacre!
On this young night, the explosions from the iron barrels of those pistols sang the song of death!