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Several Grogar females had charged ahead of the first wave, closely followed by the smaller males, the large females had let out unearthly shrieks towards the Long Night Warriors, however their terror tactics had only sent a few fleeing from the horde, many others remaining firm as they started their own counter charge, arrows ad javelins launching up into the air as they rained over the grogar, many falling before the attack, but just as the Long Night tribesmen, the grogar were not deterred, the females the first to clash with the tribesmen, one of the beasts using her bulky arms to swipe away any in her path, all the while the long nighters pounced upon her, pierce the tough hide with all the blades that could be used, the pain causing the creature to go berserk, spinning like mad, swiping away friend and foe alike. 

Grogar infantry quickly followed in, the paleskinned warriors clashing blades with the tribesmen in a chaotic melee, all the while drake hounds begun to take advantage of any downed enemies, poncing upon them in a feeding frenzy with their gaping slit maws. 

Urtha watched from the distance as the rest of her army made their advanced, her hand-picked lieutenants and elite guard watching alongside her. "Heh, now is the time." She says, turning to her men. "Come, we shall move in the shadows, the Eye is awaiting us."

City of Kol'Kida
For some hours a pair of razorwing combat dropships had flown out from the hazardous sand straits, and were on approach to the City of Kol'Kida. Inside one of the dropships were a dozen members of the Anuriite Volunteer Corps, local anurians who had signed up for the Federation Military, in this case being the Army, in exchange for their families being shipped offworld to safety, the only condition was of course was that the enlisted were to remain and fight on the front. This particular unit had just been transferred from the Fort Liberty, a rather low-tensity assignment, and rather comfortable despite the heat of the desert of which could easily be escaped with the top notch air conditioning. And to no ones surprise, they didn't take their new post well. "Approaching LZ In seven, brace yourselves ladies and gents." The Razorwing Co-pilot announced, turning to face the soldiers. "And next stop, bullet hell." One of the older soldiers joked, followed by hollow chuckles.

"I don't know about you, but I've been itching for some combat since I joined!" An younger anurian said. "I didn't sign up for guard duty."

"Damn typical of kids." The older one replied with an irked tone. "So eager to fight and die. War is a double edged sword, boy. You better watch yourself or you'll get shot the moment you step out of this ship."

"Eh, leave him be." A female anurian spoke with a wide grin. "Give the kid a minute out in the field and he'll adjust his tune." 

"Just be thankful you're not pilot or in the navy." The human co-pilot joined the conversation, looking upwards to the shower of starship debris falling to the planet. "Damn risky every-" his words were interrupted suddenly when the dropship shook violently as it came under fire. "Shit!" He shouted out, as from the city below Avienian AA defenses unleashed their volley upon the incoming enemy transports, the second dropship was shredded by the AA guns, falling downwards in a blaze, the chills were sent down the spines of the two pilots as they heard the cries of terror of the second dropship coming through the comm-link for a brief moment.

The lead pilot, a woman in her late twenties, scrambled to get a hold of the comm-device. "We're taking a slight detour!" She cried out as the griped the control stick tightly as she dived down and maneuvered the ship around the ruined cityscape, stray bullets and energy bolts assaulting the ship. Before they knew it, a Avienian AVC-74 was on their tail, firing it's main gun. "Jesus tap-dancing Christ! No break!" She screamed. 

"Oh Kadius we're gonna die!" the young anurian cried out.

"You're not helping!" the pilot shouted back.

In a split second, the Avienian craft launched one of its missiles, aiming for the razorwing's engines. From within the ship, the back section was blown away in a hot blaze, the passengers holding onto anything, the speed of the quickly falling craft send the air gushing outward, equipment that wasn't bolted down sent flying out. The wrecked ship crashing into a random street corner, the downed dropship now caught in the middle of a fierce battle as Jasaran Forces made their advances against Avienian positions. 

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Anurite Basin
Ashtar-Jasaran Battlefront
After an hour of traversing the dense jungles of the basin, the surviving group that discovered the injured Ian had briefly stopped for a rest before ressing on, however, the situation was about to become more dire. "Shit...I think we're lost." Tash, one of the Caadori squadmates spoke grimly, unfamiliar with his surroundings, known as the best tracker and pathfinder of their squad. "Godsdamn Ashtar threw me out of the loop in the chaos."

"Oh god..." The woman responded, the fear and desperation mounting. "My brother's going to die if we don't hurry!" 

"I know Katherine." Tash replied, attempting to calm her down. "...We just have to keep going, we're can't afford sit still and just pray we find camp before the Ashtar find us." 

"Well, if it's all the same to you, breaks over." The other Caadori said as he rose up, grabbing his rifle. And before anyone could even react, a bolt of light shined in the darkness, in that instant, a gaping hole appeared in the soldier's forehead, his top pair of eyes now gone, and just fell against the tree behind him. "Sniper! Run!" Tash cried out.  

The pair soon ran for it, Katherine holding onto her younger brother's arms as she followed behind Tash, avoiding the aim of the Ashtar Sniper.

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