Why ye, this is my second chapter. Short, I know. I just wanted to briefly explain what happened to Zoroark, also know as James. Yes, James as in Animelover inf's character. So enjoy!

ღ Captain


Ephyra

E-day

"Do not give in to their despondent plans! Their doom is imminent!" came the cogent voice of Queen Myrrah as the Locust army marched along Nexus. The Corpsers walked on the sidelines, waiting to be directed to wherever they would dig their emergence holes. Today was when the attack on the ground walkers would commence, and Sera would belong to the Horde once more. Zoroark strode down the underground highway, head held high and torque bow gripped in his claws. He and his brother had decided to switch roles almost a year ago; Zorua was more gifted when it came to the job of torturing humans, and he made it more like an art form than a task. So there he was, trudging along the dirty path with all his other fellow soldiers, getting anxious about having to face the ground walkers. This would be the first major battle where they would be fighting anything but the Lambent, and this species was very primitive when it came to wartime strategy. At least, that's what Ken said.

"Zoroark!" came the call from the mass of Locust bodies. The Theron Guard turned to see the son of the Kantus High Priest and long-time best friend Scorn, pushing and shoving his way through the crowd to reach him. Zoroark cracked a smile as they approached each other. "You ready for your first battle?" Scorn asked, a wide, sharp-toothed grin dominating the lower half of his face. "Hell yeah I am! All those battle with the Lambent? These humans will probably be a breath of fresh air!"

Ephyra

3 hours after

This was the most brutal awakening Zoroark had ever received; these humans were definitely not easier than the Lambent. Sure, they were winning, by a long shot, but there were still those few ground walkers that just made him pissed. The Theron growled as he pulled out a Bolo grenade, his very last, twirled it above his head, and flung it across the battlefield. He then continued to pick off the humans, until he heard a muffled thump behind him. He spun on his heels to see a grenade – the very one he'd thrown earlier – embedded in the ground at least an inch from his boot. His mouth spouted a stream of curses as the explosive detonated, sending Zoroark flying. He smacked against the wall behind him, his head taking a lot of the impact as he crumpled to the ground, unmoving and morbidly silent.