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The pet, of course. It was a rudimentary creature, a deadly one. Mindless killers were effective ones, and the Chosen always kept his mindless killer stashed away, had he ever a need for it, and now was the time.
"G-Go. Tell the Necromancers left, through the Daemasses. G-GO!"
The Warrior scurried off where the Chosen threw him. He was splattered the moment they saw him. The fire of the grey warriors was not to be trifled with.
'My Ch-Chosen!' Another Warrior stammered. 'There's too many!'
The Chosen heard an unmistakable cry in the distance over the sound of fighting from the residential district. Then, the ground pulsed with mighty thumps. The Samurai were all attempting another banzai charge at the grey warriors.
"Then y-you all go, cowards!" The Chosen demanded.
His cultists and Warriors took off, assaulting the other flank of the grey ones when their attention was divided. It gave them a chance to swarm some of their ninjas, and kill them in between exchanging fire with their lasers. The stronger ones were more concerned holding off the Samurai. The Chosen began running into the residential district at the same time he sent all his followers to their deaths giving him a chance.
But how queer the thought. Were the grey ones and the Trinity's puppets not the same after all? They were fighting each other. Why? Well, did it truly matter right now?
'Chosen!'
A Necromancer stumbled behind him, along with a handful of Imp Soldiers and cultists.
'I have readied the incantation to reanimate your beast.'
It was hidden under a pile of tarps on a pallet, each bone stacked on top of one another, on its Aquamarine blade. It was the only way to safely transport it. Even through many layers of material, touching Aquamarine was a death sentence.
The Chosen blinked, he heard another splatter and looked up. There was a grey warrior on a balcony, wielding a hefty rifle. He turned over and saw one of the Imp Soldiers melted from plasma heat. The cyborg hopped down, rumbling the dirt when he landed. The other Imp Warriors exalted, lunging at him with their spears, but none could even penetrate his armor, and then his retaliation blew a hole through a soldier's shield, and then the soldier himself, before he spun around, knocking a head off a shoulder with a blow. The Chosen saw his Necromancer was absent, and now he was left alone with the warrior, and all the dead Imp Soldiers. The grey one turned to him, yet he wasn't afraid.
'Squad Lead, I've got the "Chosen One" in sight.... Okay.'
The grey one raised the plasma rifle.
'It's over, asshole.' The cyborg said.
The Chosen One blinked and shook his head. Then he ducked. not out of the way of the plasma shot. Out of the way of his pet, Kilmegurt, exploding through the building behind. With a single great swing of the Aquamarine sword, the cyborg was split in half. Kilemgurt's strength was great, greater than theirs even.
