Beast Revolution: Part 2

[The Designer]

Quietly did the council of alliances met in the headroom of the Academy Base, talking in whispers as they thought about ideas and such. Among them were still the four major groups working together; Blood Society, Arcane Academy, Monastery and D-13. However, Eternity soon decided to join in with the offensive operations, probably to get more territory and resources when the war is over. Regardless, after inspecting the maps, the entire threat was soon defeated. However, all remaining forces of Beast have been driven back into the Nation of Congo to the jungles. Meanwhile, the major organizations were discussing what to do....

"Clearly they represent a threat to the inhabitants as well as government of Congo" Lee Young said, his tone filled with conviction.

"However, they are located far from any major city or human habitation. We should not risk our soldiers and compromise our interests to deal with this" Lancaster quickly responded, his tone relaxed as usual.

"I say that these Beasts do need to be taken care of. They have attacked our forces, and as such require punishment" Millarca said to Lancaster, her eyes gleaming.

"Indeed, they must be taken care of. If i know anything about Beast, they always recover themselves' Byron said, though his opinion having little impact upon Lancaster.

"Agreed" Maedallus spoke, his tone and voice seemingly easing the tension in the room. "We must deal with this group before they can cause any distortions to the world. Their presence in Central Africa alone damaged countless villages"

With that, the leaders agreed to attack the forces. The strategy is that the Alliance will shift into offensive and attack the forces head on. The Academy Agents/Staff , Monastery, Society and D-13 will lead the attack while Eternity and the Security, which have left the Academy to support the back attack of the Academy, will advance upon smaller bases until it hits the main one. With that, they all left the meeting and quickly called their forces back into action......

3 Days later

A large camp was created in Northern Congo with magic used as active camouflage. The four direct attacking forces are stationed here as the Security and Eternity continued to sweep through Congo and Sudan, clearing off minor bases and forces. Around the camp all sorts of odd things were happening. From Monks practicing martial art moves to vampires creating small black clouds above them to hide them in the darkness which they so loved. Across the camp D-13 kept to themselves, dressed in standard military attire, covert op uniforms or wearing secret agent-like suits. The Academy, which had the largest amount of soldiers, be them students or residents of Bybalos, were in the middle of all it, intermingling with all forces.....

Above them stood Kenji Rio and Byron, the head commanders of the battle. Maedallus left back to the Academy with relaxation knowing these two would be in charge. Even as the camp bustled, Kenji's Tracers were scrambling around the jungles and savanna, searching for any Beast Forces before reporting back.....Indeed, the drums of battle would come soon this fine, sunny day.

Meanwhile........

A large figure stood to himself in some monitor room, staring at figures in huge monitors. The figure was drabbed in black, his collar turned up as a cape flowed down his back. This man also had a metal claw attacked to one of his hands, and large, yellow eyes. His teeth shined with silver as fangs seemed to have came out of no where...... He definitely wasn't human....no....he seemed too.....different to be one.....

"It seems they have begun their invasion" The man said, looking at the monitor and the shadowed figure

"Indeed.....continue with your operations" The figure responded

"I see, will you be sending reinforcements?"

"No, we have gathered all we required, we have also sent you plenty of munitions, soldiers and weapons..... Yet what do you do but waste them.....But at least we have gathered all we require. This project is done........"

"What-? Wait.....NO! I thought you said I can continue my operations!"

"Of course you can, but not with our support. As we said, we have gotten all we need and no longer require you and your group......

"How can you do this to me! I thought we had a deal!"

"Sorry Beast.....Your Time is up..... Our need is no longer there....Have a good day"

And with that, all the monitors flickered off.....

[Veyugan]

Veyugan clutched his gunblade with a tight grip. This was his first time being in Africa, and well ... it wasn't very exciting. In fact, it was hot. Really fuc*ing hot. The heat was unbearable, especially since he had became accustomed to the high-altitude of the Academy. High altitude meant cooler weather. Being stuck in the middle of the desert ... that mean shitty weather. Even though the conditions were horrible, he wanted to get something to eat.

Into the frying pan ...

Veyugan rose from his cot, hearing the horrible screech once again. How he hated his cot. Last night, he didn't move at all in hopes of not waking any of his older comrades. However, he was the only one in his tent now, and he didn't care. As he stood, he flung the blade against his shoulder - letting the blunt edge of the blade rest upon his shoulder. He walked forward, and lifted the tent flap - allowing exit from the tent. As soon as he exited - he could feel the intense heat of the sun gleam down upon his neck. In his sights - was the mess hall. Picking up his pace - he basically raced toward the tent.

... and into the freezer.

As he walked into the tent, he could feel the immediate cooling of his body. Why? Well, with a glance - Veyugan noticed a very large number of fans stationed within the tent. It felt like ice in that tent. However, Veyugan enjoyed it very much. Walking to the serving line, he saw that they actually had a pretty good spread. Grabbing a plastic tray, he fished out the biggest chicken fried steak he could find, and a heaping scoop of mashed potatoes. Clutching the ladle, he poured a decent amount of white gravy onto his food, and received a water bottle from the cooler. Looking back - there wasn't an empty seat in sight. They were all taken ... except for one table that was totally empty. Great. No, perfect.

Veyugan laid his tray down, and sat in front of it ready to eat. However, before he took his first bite - he noticed someone else enter the tent - someone who caught his attention.

OOC:: Not sure if i'm doing this right. Skimmed over the first one. Tell me if I need to change anything.

[Marshall]

((WARNING: IF you do not want any Homosexual idea's in your head skip the first paragraph ))

- I lay in my tented house, I was on top of my meat for the week. I kissed him gently on the neck as I ran my hand over his chest. The darkened tent heightened the atmosphere in the room, he lay nuzzling into my neck as I slowly kissed further down on his chest. Our exposed chests sweat covered due to the intense heat of the African enviroment. His black body began to heave as I worked my way down further, his lips parted slightly and he made a slight noise of enjoyment, then as I was about to get things happened Arj marched in.

"Marshall you are needed...the mess hall...now!!"

- Arj gave a baleful look at my young black friend and walked out of the tent. I pushed myself up, hopvering above his prone form before kissing him and getting up. I grabbed my cargo pants, the cream coloured pair, grabbed my black leather collar and placed it around my neck. I smoothed back my hair slowly, placed my sword on my hip and my dagger in the back of the sword sheath. I slid on my white shirt, it was a very light material but exceedingly resistent. I slid my gauntlets on last, the were my trademark weapon and everyone would know that it was me with them on. I walked to the door and opened the flap...fuck it was hot outside. I took a deep breath told my companion I would be back later and to stay safe.

"Arj who sent for me and what do they want"

- Arj looked at me, shrugged softly and told me to go to the mess hall. He was to stay gaurd at the tent, he was resilient to the heat the lucky bastard. My shirt was open, my sweat was rolling down my chest like last time I went to face the beastmen. I had fared better than most of my companions so I was fairly enthusiastic about this encounter as such. I walked slowly towards the mess tent, my hands over and behind my head as I walked in, the chilling effect on my body almost completely froze my sweat but it just slowed down. Whilst I was here...because I could not see any officials...I thought I would get a drink. I walked into the line got a bottle of water and went in search for a seat.

- I stood up, looked at the crowd and noticed one available slot...an almost empty table holding a fairly large boy. I slowly made my way over to his table and sat down across from him. I dont know why but hey I was bored, I was called away from my toy and I was awaiting orders so I sat and stared at him whilst drinking the crystal water.

[jyo]

Jyo had been standing keeping a constan watch for most of the time he had been here. Only resting when needed. He was in a state of high alert. He was remembering the last battle and what had transpired. he wasn't going to let his guard down at all. He had his left hand on the handle of his weapon at all times. Ember was already out in the open standing with him.

The large firewolf looked to his other half. He hadn't seen Jyo this defensive since Uphir had threatend Ziare and Talbot. It unstteld him. He knew Jyo would never strike against him. But the knowladge that they were only as strong as each other just in different ways unsetteld him. he was not used to such a young human being as porful as he was.

"Jyo is something wrong? I know that you are probably thinking of the last battle. But there is something else in how you ae acting that makes me wonder what you are thinking." He said in Jyo's mind alone. When merged with Jyo he could know everything Jyo would learn. And see all he could see. But he could not read his other half's mind. That was beyond either of them.

"Yes Ember something seems wrong." Jyo said keeping the mental link.
"It's not like last time. We;ve been here longer and I don't think that the beasts will be mindless brutes this time around. i have the odd feeling there will be a clever commander and the troops will be harder. After all the last battle was bad enough. But of course everyone is much stronger. But i'm still unsetteld." He said.

The two of them then stayed there in silence as still as statues watching the area ready for anything they could think of. This battle was going to turn out badly at some level even if they won.

[Darah]

How long has it been since that awful day? Not too long, one would say. The memories of the carnage, the killing, heads flying off shoulders, monsters and spells clashing, the screams… screams of her victims as she mutilated them and other sorts of terrible memories from that dreadful day was all too fresh in Darah’s young mind. Worse of all was that memory of her kid growling in pain as the heavy blade of a minotaur’s axe cleaved into his shoulder. Darah had made sure that the minotaur had long paid for his sin however and he now probably resided in a little cell in hell. In case you readers are not sure of what this is about, here is a recap: A few days ago, there were chaos readings in the sahara nearby the Academy’s base there. This was a clear sign that monsters were about. Short to say, the Academy joined forces with a few other factions and placed its mages at the base to protect the area. After the monsters attacked and a long, bloody slaughter occurred, heavy losses were received by both the sides but the Academy still managed to claim victory over the monsters… barely.

Now, just a few days after that killing fest at the Academy’s sahara base, the Academy as well as the other factions must have gotten cautious. One could even say that they have become scared, anxious or even paranoid of when another attack by the beasts may come. There was a simple law in life, among many others. It was simply known as “kill them before they kill you.” Feel free to replace the word kill with destroy, annihilate, decimate and other words of destruction. Anyways, although they would never admit it the Academy and the other factions are worried that the Beasts might attack them again and so before that can happen, they all join together to get rid of the probable threat to their safety. They cannot really be blamed. The bloodshed at the Sahara base is not what any of the factions want to see again. Darah only hoped that at the end of the day, the monsters were shown some mercy. Why should she want to pity them? It was their kind who had hurt her beloved kid. Who knows? Maybe she felt compelled to them because she may not be so different from them. In everyone’s eyes except her kid’s, she was a monster too.

A few hours ago…

An absolute repeat of the time she was told to go to the Sahara base to defend it from monsters. Once more, the Academy could not have been any kinder to Darah’s eyes. They felt as if there were hundred gram weights attached to them as she was roughly shaken from her sleep by a teacher who had kicked at her ‘dorm room’ which was nothing more than a little box about the size of a coffin, just enough for her to sleep in. When Darah joined the Academy as an orphan two years ago, the Academy was kind enough to provide her with food and education. However, the senile old headmaster of the Academy must have been half asleep when he was assigning her lodgings. He practically gave her no room at all. Darah did not mind though, she was used to being treated unfairly. Even though unlike the people of earth, the citizens of Babylos did not run away screaming when they saw that she looked like a monster, they still resented her for the way she looked and no one ever treats her with humanity. The teacher informed Darah that she was needed again, that the Academy had a use for her once more. He then filled her in about the details of how the Academy, working with the other factions were going to launch an offensive attack upon the monsters who had attacked the Sahara base. Darah was also told by the teacher that the Academy together with the factions Monastery, Society and D-13 will be leading the attack to the main base while the other factions Eternity and the Security, will mop up the smaller monster bases and eventually make their way to the monsters’ main base in time to launch an attack together with the main force. It was a simple and effective plan to Darah and she immediately got ready for the battle that would soon occur…

As Darah turned to leave her little box, a faint cry calling for a mother could be heard coming from it. It was a sad cry coming from her kid, Gekko, a basilisk disguised in the form of a basilisk lizard since the Academy did not permit him to be in his true form while within the Academy areas, save the training grounds. Darah did not want to bring along her kid this time. The last time she had brought him along to the Sahara base battle, Gekko had received quite an injury on his shoulder and Darah had blamed everything on herself. She no longer wanted to see her kid hurt because of her stupid mistake of bringing him along. She knew he could fight very well and they were a near undefeatable team on the battlefield but her love for him forbade her from having her kid follow her once more to the war zone. Mother turned around and went back to the box where her son waited to be picked up and brought along with his mother to where the fighting would soon be. He merely thought that Darah had accidentally forgotten to bring him along with her. Darah picked her son up gently in her claws, like a crocodile carrying its kids around in its mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. She gave the little lizard a kiss on the head as it cooed softly.
“I’m sorry Gekko, but I can’t bring you along this time.” Darah apologized, her voice hushed down to a sad whisper.
“Mama?” Gekko asked confused. He could tell there was sadness in his mother’s voice and that too made him sad.
“I… Mama doesn’t want to see you hurt anymore, Gekko.” Darah explained, her voice quivering as some tear drops flowed from her eyes. “So, be a good boy and stay here alright?”
Darah gave her son one last kiss before setting him back in the box. Gekko kept crying out for his mother as she stood up and turned away, walking into the distance. Gekko felt torn apart. His obedience to his mother forced him to stay put and do nothing but watch as his most cherished thing in the world went further and further away. His love for his mother made every muscle in him want to chase after his mother and follow her where ever she may go, to death even if need be. Stay, go, stay, go! Gekko had to make the choice… and he chose.

Now aka the present…

Darah woke up from her sleep in the cool shadows between two tents. She slept surprisingly comfortably even though her bed was the cold hard dirt ground. Next to her was her bag filled with everything necessary that she would need for the next few days. With nothing much to do until the camp begins to move out towards the enemy’s main base, Darah decided to pick up her bag and started walking around the camp areas. She was amazed at the different types of people present at the camp. Other than the wide array of mages who were skilled in different types of magic from all over the world, there were monks from the Monastery who are skilled in both magic and martial arts as well vampires, werewolves and the like from the Blood Society. There was a mess hall at the camping grounds but Darah chose not to go in since she wasn’t hungry. Besides, even if she was hungry she would probably instantly lose her appetite just by looking and smelling what sort of slop was served. It took awhile and Darah came around to a rather high ranking student mage who was dressed in red. Jyo, she knew him by. Beside him was this… dog? Fox? Wolf? A hybrid between a few of the three? It didn’t matter much to Darah. Jyo and his companion seemed to be on guard duty but Darah wasn’t sure if they was ordered to or just doing this because they were overcautious. Anyhow, the place was quite and peaceful unlike the mess hall which would be littered by the sounds of metal cutlery hitting tin plates as people scooped up their food to feed their faces. Darah walked up beside the pair, scanned their faces to see in what direction were they looking at, then she followed their gaze off into the distance.

From inside the bag, the zipper of the bag unzipped ever so slightly as the head of a little basilisk lizard stuck out… Gekko chose.

["The Priest"]

A single figure stood by himself. He sat ontop of a 9mm ammo crate, and seemed to be fiddling with something.

He had not helped in the first parts of the Beast Revolution. No, he had arrived to late to help those. He did help in some of their recoveries, but nothing extrenuous. Now, he was ready to help.

Putting the Beretta back together. Slipping it inside his left holster, he didn't tighten the safety strap. No, he knew he'd be using it before the day was done, so he left it unhinged, ready to be drawn.

He bore the totem, that day. It would be his dearest friend in the coming hours. He knew his mission was dangerous, and he was ready to accept that. Bringing a cloth to its jewel, he buffed its visage, making it glimmer in the sun. He smirked, the closest he could come to a smile.

Dropping the Cloth, and taking the totem in one hand, he strung it to its holder, so that it could be used effectively. It was hung from his back, and its jeweled glowed slightly, almost unnoticeably.

Sighing loudly, he walked toward the Command Tent...

[Junpei]

Junpei Taltos huffed as he sat on the edge of the rather large encampment. He was hear because he hear it was a good way to get some experience, combat wise. He always was on the lookout for some more experience that coudl possibly allow him to use Harlow and get soem more work in withhim. Although Harlow could drastically alter Junpei's personality out here he didn't mind much. Harlow coudl stay out as long as he wanted because out here, Junpei coudl give a damn about what he said and did. Everyone acted different in combat, everyone. Even the coldest killers changed when it became life or death.

Boss the the hell are we out in this god-forsaken jungle?

because we need to get some more combat experience. As much as you may hate it I have no intention to stay weal forever. Not only am I still a weak summoner, i've seen what a true black arts user can do. That scres me Loish it really does.


Right Boss...

Loish leaned up and licked the air, taking a nice long taste of the enviroment. He could smell everything, EVERYTHING.

Boss... that Preist guy is here.

Junpei nodded and stoodup from his comfortable seat. He was still wearing his regular clothing, hot as hell but he didn't care, he was used to heat and evrything liek that. Growing up in the South can do that to you.

Loish. let's head for the mess hall, we should eat before we set out.

Witout another word between the two of them Junpei adn Loish headed for the mess hall.

Within five minutes they had found the mess hall and found some food, not the most tasty looking food ever but fod was food. Sitting down next to a rather large looking man as the seat opened up, Junpei reached up and gave Loish a peice of hto meat. The little lizard quickly swallowed the meat hole and then sat, waiting for another. Ripping off small chucks of meat, one at a time, Junpei and Loish sat there and ate. The only thing that seemed outa place here was him and maybe the guy across from him. The big guy was one you might expect to find in a place like this. The guy across from him seemed a bit ticked about something, but who knew.

[Baalthasar]

Baal phased in, around 30 ft. from the mess hall's entrance. He looked to ihs left and right, to see sand in both directions, before self commenting " It must be hot here... fortunately for me... I don't feel heat..." Before walking into the mess hall, to see it packed. Baal walked over to a wall to his right, and leaned against the wall in a part that was out of the way, and just kept looking to his left and right, in disbelief at the cramming of people ,saying "I am not hungry at the moment...I'll just follow a person that knows where the commander is..."

(OOC: crap post compared to what I've seen on this site... Trying to get better...)

[Hakfu Song]

Time for Pentence

There was a great desire to partake in this next happening of things. Hakfu had missed out on so much. Sai would come in handy here. And Hakfu had looked up ten new spells, which he had written down in his journal. Studying them, he saw the priest crossing over to what was the Command Tent.

He flipped through more pages, the journal on his lap, making out some movements with his right hand. Skimming over it, he gave a sigh, and looked up. Jyo was there, towards the perimeter of the encampment. He had with him a strange, fiery looking tiger that Hakfu had never seen before..

"Focus. Keep yourself focused."

Hakfu again went down, figuring to himself another spell. May come in handy. Putting the journal in his left hand, he jumped off the crate, and put it on the crate, whipping out his fan, slowly making more and more movements.

It occured to him how useless he felt. Slowly, he put away his fan. Even if he knew a vast amount of spells.. his summons were..

FOCUS, DAMN YOU.

He pulled out his sword, and held it before him, with both hands. Raising it up, he swung it down, just stopping a few centimeters from the ground, but it wobbled. Pulling it back, he did it again, this time, a little too forcefully, accidentally hitting the ground. Damn. He was determined to get this down. Bringing it back, he swung it down, again..

Doing this for several minutes, he cursed at himself for his weakness. Hakfu cursed his dependency. Cursed himself. He needed to get stronger.. he wanted to help the world, not be a burden to it. There was a deep refusal in himself. He would not be just another casualty in this battle. No. He refused.

[The Designer]

"Okay ladies! Up and at 'em" A Commander said, walking past Priest as he addressed the main camp. Around him other commanders came up, saying the same thing as they spread from the Commander tent to areas like the mess hall and other areas. " Soon we will be starting the operation Jungle Strike. The order of this camp is to move into the jungle directly south of this camp in order to attack the Beast base head on as Eternity and The Security comes from the side and provides support while flanking the base. Don't worry though, The Monastery, Blood Society and D-13 will be backing us from here on out...but don't let that get to ya!"

With that, the commander paused and looked around, staring at all the students. He knew that there wouldn't be any enemies around him, for the base was hidden and no foe would possibly be able to infiltrate the place without being spotted. Turning again, he looked at those behind him, staring at all the students and soldiers with a hard gaze. "We will be leaving soon, so get ready!"

Behind him the other organization camps seemed to be getting ready as well, rallying their forces for the coming battle....

"Sense anything wrong Kenji?" Byron asked, looking down on the camps from a nearby hill.

"I dunno Ryan...the spirits are awfully quiet" The Tracer leader responded. "And something....doesn't seem right.....In general....These Beasts are too well equipped and armed, way to well. After all, the last brush we had with Beast was a few months ago, and there they fought with bow and arrows with little use of magoc....And now guns and advance spells? I sense something is wrong..."

"Perhaps you are Kenji" Byron replied, calm and relaxed as usual

[jyo]

Jyo and Ember heard their orders.
"Sending us as the front attack force? I do not know my friend. You are now a fully fledged Scorcer. not mearly an untrained student granted you are still learning. But I don't think there enough of us to make this work." Said Ember. Jyo gave a nod.
"Yes this is enexpected. But we will have to work with it. We have to stay with the others. I'm not sure if Kenji and Byron will come with us. If not the others will be looking for leadership. And I think you and I are two of the more powerful people here this time. Jyo responded sheathing his weapon as the two of them headed out.

They stayed with the group near the front. They were not trying to stand out but Jyo was a little more well known as someone else besides just his father's son. He know had gain a small rep. And Ember was too large to remain inconspicuous. So they were eventually in the second line of the procession as they advance through the woods.

After a while when they were getting closer to the base Jyo and Ember headed off to the side to move through the thicker part of the jungle to stay more hidden. Jyo rested his hand on his weapon ready to draw at any moment. Ember kept a fireball spell ready just in case. They were not going to be caught off gaurd here.

["The Priest"]

The Priest walked on the side, near Hakfu, one of his friends. He didn't speak, but he was visibly perspiring. He held the totem in one hand at his side, it was quite light, for him, but probably pretty heavy for anyone else.

Reading a small manual as he walked, he was finishing up his learning of his third, and final, summon. It was another Zerg breed, a Zergling, and it was as vicious as its counterpart, the Lurker. Finishing memorizing the quotations needed to bring it into life, he closed the book, and set it inside his cloak, in front of his heart. It was an awfully thick book, and its bindings were made of somesort of metal. If nothing else, it would block a single shot at his heart. He was a little relieved.

He idly thumbed the statuette in his pocket, wondering whether or not to include Loki in this exchange. After his short bout with Hakfu, Loki and 'The Unclean One' were both tired, and he didn't want to overexhert them. Thats why he was going to unleash his newer summon, 'The Devouring Ones', two hellbent Zerglings that would rip into any other quadrapedal or bipedal organism, and tear it to shreds...

The Priest reminisced over the Zerg... So resilient. They would throw themselves at any enemy they wished, until their bodies either created a wall they couldn't pass, or if they finally killed their enemy. With no sense of comradery, as their small brains couldn't handle the thought, they weren't prone to stopping and assisting a fallen teammate, but rather, if they found them hurt after the battle, they would consume them and use their energy to further themselves.

Splendid! Just splendid!

The Priest walked on...

[Hakfu Song]

Orders

Beasts.

Beasts with guns and magic.

It was probably obvious to all that this was going to be an interesting bout.. Hakfu nodded to the Priest, who walked beside him as part of their forces walking, watching the sides. This time, he would show a more supportive role on his own part. Sai's turn. He had prepared Sai's tarot card already, the blood already on there, freshly put on from his blood that he had preserved in a vial. His Ceremonial Fan was at his side, and was ready for combat.

Jyo, who had taken the front, began moving more towards the side. Hakfu, following his lead, went closer to a tree, beckoning the Priest to follow. This was not their turf. This was the beasts, and in a jungle.. and thus, it was impertinent that they all covered one another.

His eyes flickered through the dank, sweaty recesses, only catching too late the shadows that moved in from beyond. Bah, damned slow reactions. Moving up his arms, he tried to fling off the sweat he had accumulated on his arm robe's sleeves. Hunkering down his back, he looked back at the Priest, who he was suprised at, for his resilence in this weather, an inspiring strong man.

He gave him a thumbs up, and a smile, as they progressed further, but muttered to himself. Ah.. if only he had known these spells in time for their battle.. but ah well.

[Baalthasar]

Baal heard the announcement, and saw a group of four men walk through the door, so he followed them, not really interested in their conversation as his stride met theirs... he just looked at Hakfu Song oddly as he was going...

[The Designer]

"Okay men!"Let's move out!" The commander said, a entourage behind him....

Quickly a large number of students got off and followed behind him, getting their things as they went behind the commander. There were mages of all sorts, all doing whatever they were doing as they steadily left the camps. In the back, Tracers were doing their thing, leaving no trace to their presence. In the other camps, activity was stirring as well..... The Monastery monks, ninjas, samurais, etc were all coming to the right side of the Academy army as to the left, Blood Society vampires and humanoids were taking up the left flank..... From the behind the Gun Mages and Covert Ops of D-13 were trailing behind the army, before they started to disperse around the entire army.....

With that, The Commander stopped and turned around, looking at the army as he stood with his back against the jungle....

"Okay soldiers" The man said, his face calm with grit "The council has decided that all of us are to enter the jungle and head toward the Beast head quarters. Now, you all are probably afraid of things like traps and such, however, as mages, you should be able to detect things like that... So if you die it's your fault. Regardless, going in front will be The Blood Society's zombies....seeing as they are...well...dead and have no soul. Before them though will be the ninjas of the Monastery and the Covert Ops of D-13."

The Commander then paused to breath, before continuing: "Behind them will be the rest of us. Now then, let's go!"

With that, the students quickly walked in first, their weapons up as they prepared for the brutal jungle fight.....