chepter 9: crow gets revenge at last on the mechanical demons of the sin of sloth for all they have done to him and to the world; crow is not cuntent

Haruki flapped his flins and splashed water everywhere alll over everyone in the room (crow and citli, but not jean, who was bussy following them)

Crow moanerd angily as they were splashed wet. Citli blinked out of a daydream, a memory of her past, before the world as she knew it went to shit…

Than crow starnted to change becauze of the postion he dranked, and his beak grew really big, so big it could swollow citli whole and then his wing grew and slaped haruki.

"Woah! howdy there, sorey" he sayd, as his butt grew growed.

"Your feathers, are so big i can sleep with it as blanket," harki said who was wet.

and they were outside now and crow was tall.

"Yeehaw, I'm tall now" crow falped his wings. "Let's stick it to those mother f-ers!"

Now that fhe Crow was large, he could not hide anymew. His size revealed his location and his friends and immediatly knew that if they did not do something quick these slothe demons would tell the fleet and then the entire base would be destoryed, and all the famelies in it… crow already lost his own family, he could not bare to see it happen again to someone else, family.

Haruki channeled his dark light inner demon fish energy to help combat the enermy.

Citli got out her first aid kit in case anyone needed first aid help.

The largest sloth of the area approached Crow co while smaller squad tried to run to share intel.; haruki chased them down and blasted them with energy from his hands.

The dead demon souls of the destroyed robots fueled the ritual of empowement, giving Crow's Joranheveare a dark gleam and a powerful.

Crow scream as he strike out at the big enemies, eviscertating 3 of them immediately… but the other 2 stole the souls of those enemy before haruki ritual could do it. They grow bigger, more powerful,, Crow sweated.

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Now standing at about half the height of the towering sloths, Crow readied his Joranheveare. Despite the monstrous giants' sudden growth, Crow finally stood a chance against them. A large sloth lumbered towards him, hungrily, and he struck low at their legs, sawing into their muscles and tendons. As it fell, the sloth clawed and scraped at Crow, impaled by its own weight onto a hundred ancient trees. Crow led the fight further away from the camp, to take the fight to the growing swarm of enemies. Slashing his way through the mass of his foes, he let out a feral cry and drove his sword through the neck of a goliath. On his descent from the chest of the hideous corpse however, he was ripped from the sky by the wings, by a sloth behind him. The trees crumpled beneath his weight as he slammed into the ground. Standing over him the menacing pilosa bared her razor sharp three toed claws. Held down by one large hand on his chest, the behemoth dug a claw into his eye socket, and tore the organ from its nerve. Screaming and writhing in agony, Crow clawed at the hand holding him down with his talons, tearing them. Freeing Crow only briefly, he rolled away from the beast grasping his eyeball. As she slowly reached for Crow he clutched his open wound, trying to calm himself from the shock and panic overwhelming him. She grabbed his leg just as he regained his composure, and swung him overhead. Just before he made another deafening impact on the deadly sharp trees however, Crow saved his fall by flapping his wings to keep himself airborne. Barely escaping the monster's grasp, he dove for her chest, beak and talons first. Landing on the beast's matted furry chest, he plunged his beak deep into her heart. Ripping out her ribcage and organs, he pecked furiously at her chest in a blind rage. Even as she lie dead, he pulled at her skin and guts like a primal scavenger of the deceased. As more lumbered towards him, he grabbed his mighty sword and flew at them seeing nothing but red. There would be more, despite his body count he knew this was but a small pack. As he stood over the bodies however, panting and leaning on his sword impaled through a chest, he knew his time left with the potion would not be long. Desperately needing medical help before bleeding out, he stumbled towards the camp sword in hand. A few lone stragglers lay dead at the foot of the camp, surely the work of his friends. Crow wearily kneeled before the camp, fainting right as the potion's effects wore off.