The sound of battle in the night was becoming familiar to the refugees, but no less worrisome each time.
Game and Watch Forever was on patrol that night, their creation a cyclopean monster, a new creation that the Shapers have sanctioned to be created against the rebel menace: the
war trall.
However, the rebels' power easily matched that of the Shapers', and tonight, their power would clash - a low roar, more heard than felt, echoed through the streets, a lumbering
kyshakk heading right for them, already taking in a deep breath, its reptilian frame expanding, expanding, and then collapsing as it exhaled heavily.
Lightning shot from its mouth. It was fast, as fast as you'd expect it to be, and in an instant it had hit the trall, surrounding it with a field of electricity. It roared, already having turned to face the gargantuan lizard, and within seconds it had launched a rock easily two feet wide at the beast. It hit with a sickening crunch, the kyshakk letting out a long, low moan of pain before charging towards them. Game and Watch Forever was already starting to make a new creation, but was interrupted by a spell, a fireball that narrowly missed him. His head looked to the source, the infiltrator back already despite the injuries she had faced the previous night, and he pulled his sword out and charged her.
Metal on metal - she had drawn her own sword, matching his attack, blocking it. Teeth on flesh - the roar of indistinct pain, a fist easily bigger than any human head sinking furiously into the side of the lizard, and again, Shaper versus Shaper, creation versus creation. The Infiltrator raised her hand, blasting at the Guardian with a spell, acid spraying out and etching into his armour but leaving him unarmed, and he took his chance to lash out with his closed fist, nailing her in the stomach, forcing her backwards, making her lose her grip, her guard dropped.
Game and Watch raised his sword, ready to bring it down and end the traitor's life - but in doing so, he left his own guard open, and she saw her chance. Her knife was dropped into her palm, and she lunged forward, throwing herself against him and slamming the knife up under his jaw, coating herself in her own conjured acid in the process. The Guardian stumbled, and fell, and it was a simple matter to remove the knife and plunge it into his throat, ending the confusion of the last moments of his life.
She looked up, at the creations battling in the street, as they stumbled and crashed into building, as they struggled and cried out in pain and anger. She left them behind as she fled the scene once more, leaving the creation in her care to be slowly beaten to death by the nearly twenty foot tall trall, the trall that would slowly be electrocuted to death after its opponent was slain.
The aftermath of a battle was always met with silence here, and the wonderments of who might be next.
They didn't have far too look.