Written by: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

The fog was thick in Maroon Valley where the Red militia blocked the bottle-necked pass and the only entrance to their home. Shoulder to shoulder and shield to shield they stood, waiting for the fox to break through the fog. Then off in the distance they saw not the first fox, but an army of dead fennecs. “Reds! Prepare for Battle!” Shouted the battalion leader. The ground shook and the skies cracked as the fennecs marched to war. “Steady Men! The Red is counting on us this day! On this day we hold them! On this day we Fight! On this day they die!” The Red army chanted and cheered. “For the Red!” There were thousands of them, the foxes. They had his strengths, but also his weaknesses and they were clumsy. Wave after wave of the undead army crashed against Red steel like water on rock. However, How long until they break through? was the question on every Red’s mind.
All at once the armies of dead fennec foxes swept across Rainbow, clashing against all colors on each of their home fronts. Every color had its own way of dealing with the fennec zombies. The Orange welcomed the apocalypse with open arms, as they got creative with their crude and jagged weaponry and explosives. The Green sharpened their arrow tips and their exquisite daggers. They allowed the foxes to enter their wood and took the home field advantage. The Purple, with their advanced technology, quickly developed sharp tactical weaponry which they wielded with skill, finesse, and martial prowess. The Yellow took up their swords and bows of old as they met the undead head-on with honor and valor on the battlefield.
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Anthologius of the Blue had only just closed the doors to the ruined council chambers when Admiral Asher Hiem showed up in busted gear, “Anthologius! I have a plan to deal with our unwanted guests. Will you help me.”
“What guests?” Anthologius shouted back. Asher Pointed behind himself and Anthologius looked. Far off in the distance marched towards them an army of fennec foxes much like the one who had arrived first. Except these foxes had fur black as night and seemed to be held together with a fiery teal energy. “I imagine these ones bleed lava as well.”
“Only one way to find out,” Asher replied.
“We cannot conjure sharp objects,” Anthologius argued, “this will be a very short battle.”
“Do not lose hope, brother,” Asher replied. “We’ve already started looking into that and a most interesting device has been developed that could change how we use our kinetic abilities forever.”
“What’s the plan?” Anthologius asked.
“Blue!” Asher spoke to all who could hear him. “The armies of hell are upon us! They come not for resources, power, or riches. No, they come for one thing, to exterminate us! Will no one stand? Will no one fight? Then come and hear my plan!” One by one the people of blue gathered to Asher. “A wall. We erect a wall. One we will be on top of. This will slow them down.”
“Then what?” shouted Enethlius. “They can climb.”
Just then an aircraft flew in for a landing. “I know!” Asher shouted over the engines. “That is why we have these!” he replied as the cargo hold opened revealing large crates.
“It’s all here Sir,” the pilot saluted his commanding officer.
“Good,” Asher replied as he signed the paperwork. “At ease, and take Anthologius to the Red.”
“Sir yes Sir!” the pilot saluted Admiral Asher one last time. Then he turned to Anthologius, “Get in!” he shouted over the engine’s roar as he got into the cockpit.
“I thought you needed my help,” said Anthologius to Asher.
Asher helped Anthologius into the craft, “To be honest with you I did not think that so many would heed my call. Besides, you are needed elsewhere. Go and to the Red, they must help us.”
The Craft took off, leaving behind the crates. Asher opened one,“Time to find out if this crude contraption is worth the papyrus that its schematics are written on,” he said to himself as he pulled from the crate a sleek hilt with a wide diamond-shaped guard.
“What does it do?” Henry asked as he emerged from the crowd.
Asher tossed one of the weapons to Henry, “go ahead.”
Henry focused on the device and a beam of blue rose from the guard, its shape creating a sharp double-edged blade just over a meter long. The first blade conjured or wielded in Blue history. “I have a friend in Purple, Terial, she is convincing her people to help the other colors as we speak.”
“The Purple? Really, that is impressive,” Asher replied. “Come, we do not have long.”
A blue wall of kinetic energy rose from the ground before the approaching army. The army of fennecs looked up at the wall. “Almost a stalemate,” One of them said as he unsheathed his six-inch retractable claws and stabbed them into the wall to climb it. The rest followed.
“Steady!” Asher commanded the Blue. “Hold,” he waited for the first wave to make the wall and get to their feet. “Ready weapons!”
“Time to fight like a Red,” said Asher, “and think like a Blue!” The battle cry rallied all able-bodied Blues to charge and face their enemies. The Blue were not accustomed to such mortal combat, but their kinetic abilities required physical energy. They were athletic and fit, but even more so they were intelligent and telekinetic. A Blue’s mind is always multiple steps ahead in everything, even combat.
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Edward was not the only one fighting a war, but at least he had an army at his disposal. His brother Aleister however, faced an army of faceless horrors each with unparalleled skill. Only two of his weapons were Wyyvern by now but that did not stop him from using them all to his advantage. Normally Aleister would lack the means to take such a force on his own but he normally did not have access to so much utility. With the Wyyvern Burners of Famine, his feet never had to touch the ground. With the Artillery of Strife, he could provide his own support and covering fire. With the Wyyvern Scythe of Death, he completely ignored his enemy’s defenses, dealing true-damage with every slash. The two-headed Wyyvern of War watched inquisitively as Aleister slayed his armies.