[b]The Violent beginnings[/b]

Hellseeds spawn in clusters. To ensure survival it is crucial to extinguish each outbreak before a horde is established. Kirri knew not what he was up against but his actions gave hint to a history of combat experience. He intended to deal with them early. This was wise but there was a heavy chance his efforts would be in vain.

A dark scarlet aura consumed the skeletons as they continued to grow exponentially. Kirri exploded towards his hellish adversaries within sand but became ensnared by the field of muscle and root esque tendrils that protruded forward from the collective. Their drilling extensions were relatively unhindered and powered through. The Killimaran warrior was found through the intense levels of energy Kirri proudly leaked out. The natural heat he exerted grew sweet to them and so he became their prime target though another was present.

It then became a power struggle of the creature against creatures and surprisingly the Killimaran faired well. He demonstrated great strength by still being very much capable of moving but the longer he remained wrapped around his limbs the less he could resist. Kirri would not have the capability of getting near them as their strength was without a doubt increasing. 

Despite how dangerous the situation looked, someone apparently wanted in on the action. Descending at a violent pace, the warrior made it as easy as possible to notice his arrival. When the haughty sword-wielder first dispatched into Killimara’s atmosphere at absurd speeds he foolishly alerted any and every possible thing that could be of threat to him. The first was the drifting orb in space. 

That orb was Panident and currently his body reflected the entire surface of the planet he was facing. Through the image he focused his attention to follow the descending man to the point of impact with crystal clear clarity. Lysander proved not to be the anomaly he was searching for but still he remained tuned into the altercation for the time being. 

The leftwards skeleton eerily turned upwards as the swordsman pierced Killimara’s sky. The largest acted upon its vision of its peer showing an impressive act of unity to set forward a counter with no external showcase of communication. With time to prepare the lessening of the blow was not much of a feat.

A thundering shot was administered to the dome of the largest monstrosity by the bombarding warrior’s foot but the natural reaction that was an energy veiled headbutt equalized the blow and then some. The concussive blast created when these forces met blew away the sand down to the Hellseeds rooted ankles. This consequentially revealed Kirri as well. Despite coating its dome in a shell of its arcane energies a river of cracks spilled down the skull of the largest Hellseed probably much to the warrior's delight. 

The fighter for a brief moment did have something to be pompous over but he wouldn’t have much time to think about it before he was humbly launched by the same headbutt and into the raging Kirri with enough force to break his bones if they collided. Every second that passed the proof of the battle scar he inflicted vanished. Its active osteokinesis reconstructed its wounds well past new. Probably in shock, Lysander immediately had to deal with the large Killimaran struggling with the tendrils who out of rage was prone to attacking anything. 

The Hellseeds beside the apparent alpha began their menacing trudge forward planning to literally pick its two opposers apart. Meanwhile, a slew of much smaller skeletons began sprouting up within the remnants of the destroyed forest. They began the same pursuit of power as their peers in an army forming right on Kirris watch. The first chapter of the invasion was underway. 

Currently, Killimarans had no idea what was taking place. They were too busy up and at arms over this impending civil war fueled by their hatred of one another. These fiery emotions where much out of their control considering their warrior nature and when amplified by an external force things were bound to become explosive. So explosive that already a group of about fifty Killimari took it upon themselves to begin the ambush a small set of migrating Killimaros within the northern forests bordering male territory. They ambushed group after group exterminating many of the opposite gender with no goal in site. 

The battles did not last long. Despite being at a numbers advantage, something within these female warriors was remarkably different. Their whole demeanor was off and the way they went about was more barbaric in nature than what was even known to their race. Turns out this had been going on for days. Rotting corpses were found littered throughout, mutilated, hung and even sodomized with weaponry until they were skewered through the mouth in what could only be taken as a cry for war. This tribe had even become cannibalistic. The leader of the female militia was heavily demented but her followers never faltered and remained steadfast behind her. She was the prime example of what could become of those infected with Kaan’s lease of hatred. The once diamond like gem inscribed within her chest was now black and her heart was cold. There was no turning back…