A Party on Maboadi(Koga)

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CRRRRRASH! "Huff.... Huff.." It had been a long day.

KA-KRAK! Thump! The sound of a tree dying a horrible death rang out, a common occurence on the forests of Mabaodi these days. Why was that? Well, these trees had chosen to attack the wrong person, is all.

Teeth chattered violently as wide, wild eyes darted about in an alerted state. The man was ravaged... Half of his body was covered in scratches, most not very deep, though some where a bit concerning. He spat out some blood, and turned to growl, smacking a charging monkey into oblivion. A primal roar scratched its way out of his throad as he lept ten feet into the air, landing on a small shack's roof. A hand went to his face to wipe blood from his eyes... all it did was deposit more... most of it wasn't his.

An inhuman roar came from the shack below him, and his soon matched it, though his was more filled with despair.


Everything had been going fine. Koga and he had made it quite far up the river from Jorge's push, and they made it to the village with little incident. That was when everything went horribly... horribly wrong.

He fell down to one knee, breathing heavily as he heard the shack's door pop open, and saw a hand reach up to the roof. Another scream of rage and disgust ripped from his throat as he smacked the edge fo the roof with a powerful, energy assisted blow. The corner of the roof shattered, and Saphirus wailed again, falling back on his behind, and then down once again as the shacks thin roof collapsed. He was inside a dusty room. There he sayed, breathing, maybe crying a little, he couldn't tell...

He'd killed so many of them... Women... children. Innocent people. Victims. Their blood was on his hands... But what could he do? The door in front of him opened slowly, revealing a silhouet with an arm hangs from it's stump by a few strands of flesh... The figure moved forward, but lurched to a stop as a metal sphere passed through it's head, and it fell dead. Saphirus stared for a moment longer, letting his hand drop back to his side...

What could he do? He couldn't save the people of Mabaodi... Even if they still walked... there were already dead.