Posted Oct 23 2011 - 11:28 PM
Two Kinds of People Chapter IThe Shattering.It had destroyed everything. And what it hadn't taken out, it had corrupted. Physically, mentally, in the present, and in the future. Nothing would ever be the same. Nothing.But that was years off. Right now? There was war. There was energized protodermis. And that darned Jungle Tribe had formed a truce with those fire-spitting bunch, taking the Ice Tribe's entire store of it.For every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. As he looked out into the mass of white and blue, sharpening their weapons and loading their Thornaxes, Certavus knew... This was the reaction. He was to lead them, at least some of them. His partner Trifter had the rest in his control. Well, if you could call it that. Most of the Ice Tribe fighters were quite bummed out about having their protodermis stolen, and were itching to raid the stores of the Jungle and Fire Tribes. Trifter was... Different. He considered brute force to be superior to intelligent strikes and ambushes. He preferred to rush in and kill everything in firing range. Not to say he didn't get the job done. He was going for the Fire Tribe, feeling it more challenging and satisfying to attack the opposite element.Certavus fired a blank from his Thornax Launcher, gathering the assembled attention of the military."Trifter's troops, you will report to the Ribos Outpost just outside our camp, where you will be briefed and deployed. My troops, the Sutehk Outpost." Certavus ordered from his cliff perch.Leaping down, the Spherus Magnan joined the ranks of his soldiers heading for the Sutehk Outpost. All of them were Glatorian of course, all of the Agori had been located in small healing camps that strategically dotted the map. Occasionally, they would guard low-security prisoners of war, who weren't treated badly, considering the seriousness of the war.Stepping inside, Certavus slid between Toa to get to the center, where the ground was higher than the rest, resembling a stage."Now, I want each of you to find a corner. Once there, you will be assigned a strike team depending on which corner you chose. Each team will attack from a unique angle, forcing the enemy to second-guess themselves and give other teams a chance to make it through and take back the protodermis." Sixteen corners meant, roughly, twenty members to each team. Granting each corner a number and map showing where they would come from, Certavus ushered them all out of the Outpost.He spun his blade over his finger. It was time for combat.