Of Gods and Men

Război flew above the others, his blood red skin a vibrant cherry red in the sunlight, and his grayish hair a stunning silver. He WANTED to be at the front, but he was the only one strong enough to carry is sister's casket, or her transport case, by himself.

"How much longer until I can put her down?" He shouted, his hearty voice booming over the passing wind. "I REALLY want to see these heretics in action!"

Ciuma, his tall, malnourished (yet he eats forty times more than him), bone yellow skinned, stark white haired, and milky white orb for eyes brother, ascends to his altitude and rasps, "Patience, brother, we know your urge to slay the heretics, but we want to play with our food. Causing their society to collapse from the inside before we play makes it much more fun."

The two look down at there mute, plague-bearer of a brother, Foamete, whose wings, skin, and pretty much everything ruined with EVERY disease known to the Alicorns and all the other races. Foamete didn't eat, sleep, or do anything required to build a healthy body, but nothing about him seemed to be working properly.

"Silence brothers." A soft, yet icy voice in their mind demanded sternly. Meaning they disturbed Moartea, and she's not exactly 'friendly' when she's tired. "Do you WANT to have to take me down, again?"

The duo shudders and fall silent... then start weaving as they dodge a volley of arrows.  Război setting down Moartea before breaking into a pure, adrenaline-fueled, ground-level flight towards the city.

Odin, a white-haired, barrel-chested Yak, clad in gold armor with a matching eye patch covering his missing right eye, walked along the wall surrounding the Agricultural district of Haven, his spear Gugnir in his grip as he eyed the horizon. He refused to seek peace with the Alicorns, especially since they drove a wedge between him and his family ever since they had him exiled.

"You summoned me?" A deep voice ask as Grim appeared on the edge of the wall with his back to the wasteland, his black coat and scales covering his arms somehow appearing darker in the sunlight.

"Archers, ready another volley, three-arrow yield, target the top flier. Mages, prepare lightning spells, forked, target between the top and middle. Guardians, ready wing slicers, target the middle." Odin barked, his orders being answered with the knocking of arrows, the smell of ozone, and the sound of spears being slid out of their holders, then turned to Grim. "Care to say hello to our low-flying friend?"

Grim turned around and watched Război, now less than twenty miles out, for a few seconds... then dropped.

Război watched the black figure fell off the edge, thinking that the pour soul lost the will to live, but quickly changed his opinion when the figure landed with a loud thud inches in front of him, and slammed its fist into his jaw, knocking him back, rolling and bouncing through the jagged landscape, several feet into a rocky spire.

Grim smirked as his crimson adversary rose, the latter spitting a tooth out.

"Greetings, Alicorn." Grim called, the Alicorn looking up with a glare at him. "I am Grim, son of Aurora and Orion, forge master of Haven."

Război groaned as 'Grim' invoked a formal challenge. This meant if Război refused, he would be branded a coward, and Orgull does not accept cowards.

"Greetings, Grim." Război responded reluctantly, rising to his full height.  "I am Război, eldest of the the four, bringer of war."

Now that the formalities were out of the way, Grim dropped to the ground, assuming a draconic stance, and launched himself through the air towards Război, his opponent summoning a greatsword twice the size of the wielder and blocking Grim's next punch, then countering by slashing at Grim. Grim leaped diagonally, the vicious blade almost severing his foot and inhaled, changing the properties of his breath attack to smoke, and exhaled, blasting smoke reeking of sulfur into Război's face.

Ciuma and Foamete watched the conflict from above, baffled by the spectacle of Război being matched in strength by a hybrid, and were about to swoop to their brother's skirmish when one word boomed over the wind.

"FIRE!!!"

Ciuma howled in agony as arrows shredded his wings and pierced his skin, Foamete using his magic to deflect the lightning as the spears melted upon touching his skin. Ciuma then brandished a staff and swung it in front of him, watching as the soldiers turned on each other. Ciuma, or 'Famine' didn't necessarily mean 'no food', it meant people were starved, craving love, food, and even blood. It removed every inhibitor regarding restraint... resulting in pure, untouched anarchy.

Odin roared as he kicked one of the guardians off, cursing the fact that they turned after their attack failed, that or something in the wind caused them to go berserk.

"Form up!" He bellowed, trying to establish some semblance of order.

This was going to be a long battle.