Towering above most of Whiel Cattan’s forces was Leonardo Proudmane, a lion anthromal and the de facto leader of this warband. His allies were many: badgers, foxes, frogs, birds, hyenas, boars, lizards and various more. Few of them compared in power to the likes of him, but he knew he would need every man to win this battle. If only Ravage was here as well, victory would be more certain, but alas, fate had seen fit to split the two of them. They would have to make do.

“Warriors of Whiel Cattan!” he bellowed in his deep, throaty voice as he cracked his knuckles in preparation. “This battle may be a turning point in the course of this competition. We have to make it count! The Vurtans may value their discipline and their technology, but we have something they don’t. We are more than human. We are a force of nature! No army can stop a hurricane, and no army shall stop us! CHAAARGE!”

Voices of a hundred different types filled the air with battle cries as they followed Leo into battle. It didn’t take long for both armies to close the distance to each other. A hail of bullets came down upon their vanguard, striking bright sparks as what might’ve otherwise been fatal hits were absorbed by the All-Life Achiever. Several frontline fighters were knocked out by ranged assault, but others quickly advanced to take their place, while those who weren’t charging in with various melee weapons were returning fire upon the Vurtan gunners with bows, javelins and various other projectiles, even a few firearms.

What few hits Leo took were absorbed by his Kevlar-laced trenchcoat. When the armies connected, he charged roaring into the enemy lines, immediately using his momentum to bash two Vurtan soldiers to the ground at once with a full-body slam. After that, the sound of gunshots was rapidly drowned out by the clangour of sword and axe and bayonet, and Leo found himself furiously swiping left and right at the incoming forces in an attempt to sway the battle in their favour.