(During Issue 11: Rebels take arms against the soldiers)

"A street fight in the plaza…"

Ray gazes at the east side of Meridian as he uses his Farsight and echoes of yells can be heard all around Meridian. After the rebels take the hill, they begin to defend themselves from another and likable counter-attack from the enemy camp below by using the scutums' large shields as barricade. They form the first and second lines of defense.

"Phobos has already made his move? During the coronation ceremony?" Eric grunts as he pulls the ropes of the wagon to the hilltop with some other rebels. The rhinos become too unruly to carry the wagons as it ascend up the cold hill, so the rebels solve the matter to themselves.

"Aye…since most of the rebels are there, I presume they can overwhelm the royal guard." Ray explains as he overlooks at the quiet enemy camp at the other side of the hill, where the settlements are. "Yet I still wonder how such a strong bridge could even collapse on its own…"

"I heard that the bridge collapsed because it was manipulated by the enemy. They break its posts but not entirely, just the right breakage to keep the bridge working." One of Jolras' men replies as he too helps push the wagon uphill. "When we start to use it, our shear and heavy weight then wears out the bridge's posts until it finally collapses. That's when the soldiers make their move…"

"So we fell right into their trap." Ray continues. "So Phobos' men knew that we were coming here?"

"Probably, I bet they knew from the start that we'd be here, since this hill is a special strategic position. The only way to successfully win against us is to divide the army into parts…" Eric grunts.

"And the broken bridge divides us then, right Napoleon?"

"Yap. If they won us over earlier, they can maneuver their forces quickly to take down Jolras' present army." Eric grunts as he pulls once more as the front wheels of the heavy wagon finally meet the hilltop flat surface. "By the way, how many men do we have here on this hill? And the enemy's?"

"We have at least three hundred men both from the Pasture Heights and Kandor's vanguard including Jehan and the twenty wounded." Ray then gazes down below the enemy camp. "The enemy camp on the foothills, where I recently met 'your-Elyon', is a rough estimate of more than six hundred to a thousand men." Ray replies.

"So we're at a disadvantage of two to one…" Eric and the dire rebels finally pull up the wagon on the hilltop.

"Yet I heard down below that Jolras is planning to use his rebel engineers to rebuild improvised bridges across the river to reinforce the hill." says one of the rebels as he rests on the wagon.

"Then we have to take hold on this hill until Jolras' other men and the officers get here." Eric worryingly replies as he wipes his forehead.

"Speaking of officers, we don't have an active communication with Jolras on his specific orders. As far as I am concerned you are the highest-ranking officer on this very hill, captain." Ray explains.

"Is that right?" Eric rhetorically asks.

"Atlas!" Rius cries out as he approaches Eric from the scutum line. "The enemy is advancing!"

'Why now?!' Eric rushes toward the frontlines as he gazes below the vast hill and gazes a battalion of soldiers who march up the hill and lay siege against their tiny army once more.

"What shall we do now cap?" Ray asks as he approaches Eric.

Adrenaline and frustration boils Eric's blood in the tense pressure he's in. Yet with no time to lose and spare, "Call up on every available men available!" Eric reluctantly instructs out to them, approaches to the wagon again and hesitantly removes its cover. "Jolras' men take the shields from the wagon and Pasture Heights will take range behind the scutum line! Move now!"

Rius quickly steps into the wagon and quickly takes out the spare shields and distributes out to the incoming rebels who surround the wagon to take up their heavy Roman-like heavy shields. Uilly on the other hand at the other side of the wagon, distributes baskets of arrows to the rebel archers

"Align your shields with the rest of the scutums and archers take your position behind the line on the double!" Eric instructs as more adjacent shields barricade and face the enemy down below. The archers kneel down behind the shields as they prepare to launch their arrows.

Eric pulls their flag up into the breezing air and thrusts its pole it unto the hilltop soil. "We must defend this hill at all costs…"


"Caleb!"

Phobos calls out to former Whisperer as he climbs up to the stage. "I've heard your name mentioned a great deal lately! So it's true you've rebelled against your master!"

"You're no master of anything Phobos! Nothing you see around you is yours!" Caleb then swings his sword at him.

"And to think that you were nothing!" Phobos quickly dodges Caleb's attack. "You were only a poor Whisperer, a Murmur, my replica!"

"I was a Whisperer capable of reason! When I opened my eyes I understood right away what side I should be on!" Caleb angrily replies as he swings quickly at him once more and gain a small progress as he slices a part of Phobos' robe.

"How dare you ruined my sacred garments!" Phobos' hand glows an aura and blasts his energy beams at him. "A Whisperer with a mind on its own is a mistake…and there's only one thing to do with mistakes!"

"Arrgghh!" Caleb yelps as the energy beam hits him and falls off to the wooden stage.

"You may be one of my best warriors among the Whisperers." Phobos says as he extends his arms down upon the fallen Caleb. "But you can't defeat your master—!"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a mysterious figure from the battle comes to Caleb's aid as he dashes to Phobos and punches his palm against the body! "Arrgh!" Phobos reacts to the pain.

"Ignitus!" Caleb recognizes the small stature cloaked figure.

"You're going down! Touch Blast!" Nigel chants as the thunderous explosion shoots out from his hand, unto Phobos torso.

"Arrghhh!" Phobos cries out in pain as his body lands on the ground offstage. "What was that?!" he yells out as he staggers to get up.

"Thanks!" Caleb replies to Nigel as he gets up from the stage floor and charges at him with his sword ready to blow at him.

"Guards! Do something!" Phobos commands as his blue-armored guards block Caleb's advances.

The guards attack their axes and clubs at Caleb, but he manages to dodge their attacks as he bends his body down and does a quick spin move as he still continues to rush out at Phobos. As he gets pass through the series of the three guards within less than a second, he then finally meets up with his master.

'Woah!' Nigel surprisingly astounds while he runs behind Caleb and avoids the guards. 'If Caleb were a basketball player, he would pass any defender in his kind of level!'

"Useless guards!" Phobos condemns them as he finally gets up back to his feet and blasts his energy beams to stop Caleb.

"No use Phobos!" Caleb deflects the incoming beams using his sword as he continues to dash toward him with them only a meter apart to decide their fates. He then decides a horizontal final blow to end him up for sure as he know passes through his stretched arms.

"You can't win over me just yet—!" Phobos retreats back and dodges in time, as Caleb's attack only slices the end tips of his master's long golden hair.

Once again, Nigel runs and swoops in beside Caleb. He then extends his hand and arm to Phobos as his Incineration Staff finally materializes and points directly at him! "Second Technique—!"

"Don't you mettle with my affairs!" Phobos yells as he throws his hand at Nigel with a sphere of aura around his hand.

"Dynamite Shooter!"

"Foolish legionate!"

At the same time, both blast their powers to each other as they also pass by. The spark hits first and hits Phobos the second time. "Aarrghhh!" he cries out as his body is once again thrown out to the back but still remains standing. Then Phobos electrifying beam blasts Nigel off as he too is thrown off to the stage.

"Your soldiers will never manage to stop the rebellion!" Caleb yells as he points out the rebellion waving flag on Cadavigo Hill beyond the horizon. "Our victory is at hand!"

Phobos observes the scene as his Rebellion Army and the Guardians overwhelm his soldiers. "That may be true…" he grunts as he once more blasts but a continuous lightning current at him. "But you won't live long enough to see for yourself!"

"Aaahh!" Caleb cries out as he the continuous current him and drops to the ground.

Phobos continuous to electrify him mercilessly. "You've gone beyond my control and even become the leader of the desperate scum of Meridian. You brought them together and turned them into a threat against me!"

"Aaahhhh! S-Stop…" Caleb stutters as he tries to get up. Then his appearance soon changes as his skin becomes green and his hair becomes long and white, his Whisperer form.

"…And for this, I condemn you, Caleb! I created you as a Whisperer…and a Whisperer you shall be once again, in its most primitive form!" As the lightning current continuous, Caleb then magically transforms into his origin being, a white glimmering daffodil flower, leaving his a memory of his clothes left.

"Farewell Caleb…" he says as he leaves off the battleground with the arrival of the royal guard to escort him back to the palace.

"Call up our forces and destroy the city!" he commands.