Message #60824

[The Host]

 "The... time has.. come..." Anlatta said, his voice barely audible as a low growling sound also escaped his mouth at the same time. The six warlords stood at once, and Anlatta, howled a cry so awful and dark that even the warlords, accustomed to death and treachery were astounded. Attalna suddenly flooded the area, clinging to Anlatta as if he were giving off life energy in plenty. Six lightining bolts suddenly struck each warlord, and Anlatta barked once more. The area in which the seven of them had been standing crumbled to the ground, as did the city it had been in. In seconds, a city that had housed hundreds of deamons was flattened, and if any onlooker had gazed upon it, they would not have recognised it as a city.
 From amidst the rubble, a small head broke loose, and following it was a body with four legs and a tail, covered in Attalna. Anlatta growled, and lunged to the side, just as a being shot past him. The being turned around, but was not fast enough to escape blades of powerful steel, that slashed into its side. Anlatta growled again, then walked over to the fallen warrior.
 "You.. played a.. funny trick on... Anlatta.. and for that... you will... pay dearly.."
 The being underneath Anlatta struck a blade up, directly into Anlatta's flesh, laughing as he did so. Anlatta looked uneasily at the third warlord's eyes as they in turn watched Anlatta's pain.
 "Death.. to traitors..!" Anlatta broke away from the blade in his stomach, and with claws extending further than any deamon had thought possible, Anlatta drew blood from the deamonic traitor, killing the third warlord as if he were a weak and unexperienced deamon. Anlatta considered taking the warlord with him, but he figured it would be worse to leave him here to be picked at by scavenger deamons. Anlatta teleported from the seen immediately afterwards, and proceeded to the meeting place: Hell...