[center][b][color=39b54a][h1]Gregor, Rat King[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

	For Gregor, the world was spinning. He watched in absolute horror as Kato sacrificed themselves to save Alexi, the shattered form of his friend smashing into the helicopter and slinking to the floor. Their neck mangled, and bent like a poor bird's neck caught in the jaws of a predator. It was as if the seconds turned the minutes, and the moment to eternity as Gregor lost himself to his rage and began to scream like a wild animal. He began to move his hands, as if he was crushing something between his hands as a light enveloped him, Kakra's magic taking hold. As the fight broke out, Gregor's allies bought him the time he needed to complete his rage fueled proclamation. Every rat nearby could hear it, from those hiding in the nooks and crevices of the school to the rodents skittering in the forest nearby where the trolls had emerged from, the call of their king. His army assembled as the trolls were battered, but unbroken by his friends and rushed forth as Gregor trembled with absolute anger. 

	Gregor called forth almost a thousand rodents of various sizes to his side, coming from all directions in a whirlpool of fur and fury. "[color=39b54a]Come, my minions! Rise for your mastah! We sing the song of death! Your foot beats da drums of war, your heart beats the tempo![/color]" He began, the rat inside of his shirt seeming to be helping him direct the horde from his shoulder, whispering into his ear as the voice of reason among the storm of rage. The army descended upon the trolls without mercy, and the rats began to climb the lumbering brutes and knaw into their regenerating flesh. Gregor himself descended with violent abandon upon the mass of destroyed viscera and mulched bone that Ivan had created, chewing around and through bits of concrete and rebar with his minions, soon devouring the entire mass. As the troll attempted to regrow, it was bathed in the acids of a thousand stomachs and rendered inert, chunks of the flesh turning to stone in Gregor's stomach.

	The troll facing against Alexi was also swarmed, but the rats took advantage of its weakened state, quickly gnawing through the flesh of its face and skull, opening a wide bloody wound revealing squirming grey matter as they open a window for Alexi to shoot the troll, a new open window for a kill shot. The rest of the troll is swarmed and bitten into in order to keep the weakened monstrosity from moving to violently as its joints and tendons are torn apart. Wails of pain and suffering could be heard from the beast as it is flooded utterly with torment and suffering unlike anything it has ever felt before. It gurgled, its burnt vocal cords snapped and reforged themselves as it shrieks.

	For the giant facing against Kakra fared the best in the event of the rat invasion as instead of a horrific amount of rodents swarming and devouring them, it only had a far fewer number of rats chewing into its legs as it appears to have a pair of fuzzy boots on. Their idea was to either chew off its legs and send it tumbling, or allow Kakra to tear it apart while it tried to smash away the rodents consuming it. The rats chewed into and through its knees as it began flailing and falling over, the dimwitted giant unable to fight both the rats and Kakra at the same time. "WAAAHH! DEY EATIN ME! IT HURTS, IT HURTS!" It screamed and then stumbled as the terror of the situation dawned upon them. 

	Gregor shrieked in fury as he finished his meal, and descended upon the troll Kakra was fighting, smashing the Troll's head with his tail repeatedly as it regrew. The intelligent rat poked its head out of Gregor's shirt collar, and looked to Kakra. "[color=8dc73f]They'll keep regrowing until they're harmed with either fire or acid. Kakra, if you can, set them ablaze. We don't have enough rats to devour another whole, but we can keep them incapacitated for now.[/color]" It explained as Gregor began to tear into the troll, utilizing his tail to rend flesh and bone.