Entangled within the Hellseeds muscular extensions, Kirri reacted in two simultaneous ways: the space between his clawed toes split, his limbs inflated, and began to drain the sand beneath his feet up through his legs. Appendages swelled, his carapace regenerating over his exposed organs as the excess accumulation of mass caused tripled the Warrior's size and caused a gradual, albeit rapid increase in power and resistance against the colossal skeletons. The spikes on his arms and legs expanded in length, girth, and density, curving out into a compact overgrowth of thorn-armor which hooked into the Hellseeds' flesh, followed by a fierce tug, cutting himself free and gaining distance, the thickening yellow cords which he had leashed to the monsters through his fingers remaining in-tact.

Then, Kirri saw what appeared to be a bright burning meteor descending through the sky. The distracting light coming off the object nearly caused him to lose focus and become caught again -- but in noticing that the object was on a collision course for one of the largest Hellseeds, the Warrior instead coordinated his forearms around the monster's muscle as it reached for him, wrapping it around both arms. His skin sliced apart as he instinctively tapped into the fire stone, barricading it from his head and torso with an explosion of red crystalline growth.

For all the Horde's incredible might, caution was not one of their strong suits, though it was to be expected given their great numbers. In any case, the Warrior had seen his opportunity -- pulling back as hard as he could, a crack spread down the length of the Hellseeds' necks - a direct result of the yellow cord Kirri had attached to him. Through this connection, the Kilamaran had direct access to the Monster's skeletal structure and the minerals composing it, weakening it on a molecular level to such a degree that when Lysander slammed into it, instead of receiving a punting headbutt which sent him hurling toward the Insect, the Hellseeds' neck snapped as it reared back. The Insect yanked a whole cluster of Skeletons to the ground with a tremendous impact, using the weight of the largest one to bring the entire group down which shattered their upper-bodies, letting out another triumphant shriek as the wave of ensuing sand rushed over him from the massive shock-wave.

He wasn't done here though. The Fire Stone in his chest tapped into the bodies of the Hellseeds, bypassing their very souls and formed a direct connection to the spirits of those Kilamarans who had been so malevolently corrupted. Kirri had never seen anything like it in all his years. The image he received of Kaan was a blurr, still-forming in his mind but he now knew where he was and held an idea of what was happening to his people; severing physical ties with the Monsters and rocketing toward the Lich's location. Whether a threat was foreign or familiar, the Kilamaran would end their existence, just as he had ended the lives of other violent perpetrators, his rage echoing within the Fire Stones embedded within all who had ascended like him.

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The Redeemed Warriors moved throughout the desert in a maelstrom of fire and glass, their mission quite simple: exterminate the plague of beasts wreaking havoc on the other tribes. Recently an ascended Kilamari named Targira had discovered one of the smaller desert settlements slaughtered beyond recognition, the hatred present in these crimes made evident by the way their face and genitals had been dismembered mutilated. More than likely this village had been only recently established, for it was the norm for Elder Lords to stomp out these rebellious formations as soon as they arose.

Following the trail of destruction and carnage, Targira could smell the ichor floating on the humid air, the stench of venom and saliva mixed in with it. She knew that war was once again upon them. Ordering her troops into a V-formation, she and the rest of her group sought to catch the assailants in a pincer trap, their stingers poised to their sides as they sought to impale these evil-doers through the mid-section. It wasn't until they were close enough that Targira's Fire Stone reacted to the leader of the attackers with a burgandy glow, prompting her to move ahead of the pack, crystalline blades piercing the carapace on her forearms as she furiously propelled herself at what as now nothing less than a savage beast.