Legion's Plague

"This isn't war," Glory said, aghast by this sight. "This is carnage."

"The town has aged....these bodies haven't? What is wrong here?" Nick asked, crossing his arms as he scanned the landscape again.

"Apparently, everything is wrong." Havoc replied, wings spread wide. "This is one straight up mess that even dad wouldn't conjure without a damn good reason to do so first!"

Another gust of wind blew past, and this one felt magically imbued with sinister intent for some reason. Above, a thunderstorm was just forming, and loud booms resonated through the sky.

"Great. We have to floor it." Nick scowled as another, stronger gale of wind made his clothes billow violently. His hair billowed even more so, and some strands ended up in his mouth because of it.

"I think I know why Aunt Anna rambled about Kaleb being a polytheistic fanatic--because things like this are becoming more frequent!" Glory commented, his tail billowing in a straight line sharply to the west as he pointed a hoof towards the thunderstorm ahead.

The feathers, now glowing a soft ember red, gave way to the winds. In the process, they became ashes and each spec touched at least one body.

And then, those bodies stirred. A talon twitching, a flick of the tail, a chatter of the beak. You name it, each gentle movement signified life. The severed limbs soon slid to their masters and reattached themselves in the proper places. Gaping wounds were stitched shut, and the burnt bodies removed their black husks, revealing their original bodies, good as new.

"What the....?" Havoc began asking, but was soon cut off as the bodies stood on all fours and quickly armed themselves with lances, bows, and swords.

All heads were turned in unison with a sickening snap towards the trio. One who had bite wounds looked at Nick's weapon and quickly began shouting "Is he the gunman or is he the archer who wrecked us?!"

Another turned to the loudbeak and retorted, "His hair is dark, so he has to be the gunman!"

Another still called out, "He has a crossbow! He can't be the blasted gunman! See, he hardly looks like him! Open your eyes, you dumbasses!"

"Then he has to be the archer!" Replied the first.

"The archer was GREEN, you fucking moron! She was green and this man isn't her! Are you colorblind?!" Yelled the third, apparently getting agitated with his comrade's stupidity.

By now, Nick stood there slack-jawed. He heard each Gryphon soldier argue about who he was and many other things seemingly related to the war.

"He's the archer!"

"The archer was in a damn dress! Pay more attention to detail, you fucknut!"

"The gunman was in some black suit!"

"No, he wore something red!"

"That was our prisoner! The one wearing red had red fur!"

Glory stood there, tempted to sit on his haunches and and scream something along the lines of "You are all fucking stupid!" or something similar whilst holding his hooves before him.

The soldiers at once returned their gazes towards the trio.

"Nevertheless, these hideous creatures are intruding into our land like that damn quartet!" The leading soldier shouted, pointing a talon at the group, "And they must die a horrid death!"

"Death to the interlopers! Death to those who dare tarnish our sacred heritage!" Called another angrily.

"Death to those who do not submit to our glorious cocks!" Yelled another.

That did it. Nick loaded the crossbow with a single metal bolt that had a special feature: a bright red arrow blade. He took aim and fired the bolt at the leading soldier, and it hit him right between the eyes. He screamed in pain, but only briefly, as his head exploded in a mixture of brains, skull, and fire.

The other soldiers glared at the crossbow-wielder intently, as if he just offended that which was the God of the Gryphons in the rudest manner possible.

Nick loaded another bolt, this one made of wood and its arrow blade slathered in some green liquid. He had the "Go ahead, say something" look on his face.

Havoc lifted a talon--no, she lifted both talons and some energy began gathering between them.

Glory's horn began sparking in a faint sky-blue glow. His green eyes changed to the color of the horn-aura.

The crossbow user eyed the current scenario: him, his cousin, and his friend against perhaps millions of revived Gryphon soldiers. The odds were quite literally stacked in favor of the army, which wasn't a good thing.

A soldier with a halberd launched himself towards Nick, who then fired his bolt in response. The projectile hit the soldier in the arm, and he dropped his weapon and clutched the wound screaming "Motherclucker!" He began writhing in pain and soon fell on his side screaming until, at last, his body was limp.

"Cluck you and the chicken soup you rode in on." Nick taunted as he snapped his fingers, causing thorned, green vines to pick up the halberd and hold it next to him. It was then he noticed something just barely hanging on the spike of the damn thing: an earring that was a small sword with a gold handguard and red hilt. He took it off the spike and tossed it to Havoc.

"What's this?" Havoc asked as she caught the earring.

"Just take it to Twilight already." Nick answered as another soldier lunged forward, this time riding a hapless mint-green unicorn mare with a light mint-and-white striped mane that had somehow got caught in this mess. Havoc teleported away in a flash.

Vines overtook the soldier and flung him away as the unicorn ran into Nick.

"Find safety, and find it now, Lyra. Things are about to get really nasty." Nick said, patting the mare on her head. Lyra did as told, kicking her legs into full gear and running away from the violence that was about to ensue. The crossbow user then loaded another unique bolt: metal with leaves and feathers. He fired it, hitting another Gryphon who was aiming his arrow at Glory. It hit the Gryphon right at the head of his exposed cock, and then the ground shook underneath him. Three sharpened logs quickly silenced the cursing soldier whilst skewering him like a kebab in three different ways. In short, he was in three different pieces!

The other soldiers charged forward in that instant, and Nick was wondering why they hadn't done so earlier. They let of a battle cry that could've been for the seemingly-displeased Gryphon God. The cry was so loud and sudden it drowned out another voice that shouted, "Oi! I thought you'd stay dead! What's it take to kill you?!"

Glory's horn flashed in a single, bright light. More vines--this batch dotted with blue flowers here and there--overtook the first row of soldiers and mashed them into flesh pulp.

A soldier who dodged the flurry of vines pounced Nick and shoved him onto his backside. The crossbow user looked at the road behind the battle and saw Lyra coming back, this time with something else riding her. And that something held a large sword with one hand high in the air. The soldier kept his eyes on his prey and soon squawked as pain spread from his stomach. He looked at his belly in horror, and found blood-colored silver protruding just in front of his exposed member.

"Any last words?" Hissed a man's voice angrily. When the Gryphon failed to reply, the sword cut the beast nearly in half. The body was then kicked off by a hoof covered in silver armor. Nick looked at his savior and gasped. The creature was covered in silver armor and his helmet didn't cover his face. His face was white, and his eyes ocean blue. Blond bangs and braided locks peeked out under the helmet, just barely covering a short, sharp horn of stark white. Pony ears poked out of the top of the helmet. In his gauntlet-encased hand was a silver broadsword with a red vein that had gold Russian insignia. Six angel wings of solid gold and two rubies adorned the margin between red hilt and blade. A pony tail billowed out behind this man, and it was braided all the way from base to tip.

The soldiers stopped, and they gasped in unison. "What is that?!" One asked as the satyr helped Nick up before retaking his place on Lyra's backside.

"Oh, me?" Asked the satyr, grinning wryly as he pointed his massive sword towards them. "I am your envoy to destruction since all you think about is inserting your small cocks into whatever you find! And let me tell ya, that shit ain't kosher!"