A/N: Hello dear readers, so those of you are lucky I have managed to come with yet, another double chapter release. This time, however, it was due to the fact that the battle chapter between everyone and the creatures ended up becoming so large, I inadvertently broke it down into two. Of course, doing so allowed me to fill both chapters out a little more and touch on a few aspects that I didn't think would be possible as one giant chapter. So, I present another double feature for your reading pleasure. :)
Once again, a huge thank you to Sweet(s) Dreamer for her continued support of RoF and taking the time to beta its chapters. Without her, I don't think this fic would have come as far as it did. ❤️❤️❤️
Summary: The fight begins between hunters, a gang of notorious criminals and a horde of beasts intent on humanity's destruction. As the two forces clash, the area around Mirie becomes a dangerous battlefield, one that turns into a struggle for survival.
The indeterminate amount of time spent within the inexorable grips of evil and despair seemed to tick on for what felt like an everlasting eternity. Moments went by as the darkness continued to descend around the forest, and bodies made of ebony surrounded the interlopers who dared to stand upon the land where they had staked their claim. With fangs bared, they vowed to fight for their right.
Vicious snarls echoed from amid the trees where they hid, and with intent, each one of them watched the humans with a burning hatred. It seemed the pitiful humans had planned to fight back although they were weak and did not stand a chance. Such was inevitable. Even the memory of how easy it was to slay every human in the city was still fresh in their minds; it was further proof of their power and control.
Regardless, to them, the advantage was not only in power but the strength in numbers. While they were ruthless and execrable, their main objective was to either conquer or slaughter. Nothing else remained. Those who relented were assimilated into the collective and their skills utilized for the benefit of the whole. The rest were simply sentenced to death.
It was the same vision they saw when their group landed within this newfound world. There was so much potential, endless resources left for the taking, and more lands than one could count for them to plunder. Every aspect made the excursion worth the while. Despite the risks involved, it was clear that only one motive kept them pushing forward: the benefit of their species.
Regardless of what opposition there was, they would succeed. For the hive, and their Queen.
Like vultures, each one of them circled the humans before them collectively. Fear and determination burned in every pair of eyes they saw, and while the diligence each one possessed was not only amusing, it was also commendable. Ultimately, however, their little group was destined to fail.
The end was nigh.
Even Kurapika could feel it. The electricity in the air and the malice that radiated from the creatures as they stalked both groups was very unnerving.
To him, it felt like the beasts were analyzing them, observing their movements, and gauging their capabilities. It was the same behavior he remembered seeing when he and Chrollo first encountered the massive, wicked creatures.
The tension seemed to thicken, and everyone one was on edge, yet Kurapika couldn't blame them. Chrollo even looked rigid.
Moments passed as their callous laughs, and mocking howls seemed to taunt them all. Kurapika couldn't get it out of his mind. Just the chaffing voices alone was enough to make him feel chilled down to the very bone.
"What are they doing?" Leorio's voice called from his side, and Kurapika was drawn from his paralytic state.
His eyes remained cast forward. "They're trying to measure us."
Indeed, the creatures were very cunning and proficient. It made the challenge which they faced even greater. Kurapika knew it would take more than just brute force to overcome their enemy. The beasts were a formidable opponent.
"I am getting excited just thinking about it," Hisoka commented and kept his posture relaxed while his guard was fully up. Incrementally the malevolence along with the unbridled bloodlust continued to rise from the ring of beasts as they continued to be hemmed in by them, yet, the magician only found such an act thrilling.
"Don't underestimate them," Chrollo warned, but again, it was Hisoka he was talking about. The man had a compunction for fighting regardless of circumstance. He was nothing but a maniac.
The warning didn't perturb him, and Hisoka simply kept his eyes trained on the creatures before him. In truth, the sooner they attacked, the quicker he would be able to get his fix. Hisoka wanted to know precisely what those things were capable of. "I want to fight them and see how strong they are." He responded and licked his lips in anticipation.
Listening to Hisoka's spiel caused Phinks to tsk in disapproval. The man's behavior never ceased to amaze him. "You're just a damn freak." He scoffed.
As amusing the rebuttal was, he simply hummed in response to Phink's blunt comment. Hisoka was entertained, but focusing on the beasts was his priority. Something in their energies told him they were strong, and getting a chance to find that out was more important.
So long as he got to combat a powerful foe, nothing else mattered.
"Why do you insist on wanting to fight?" A low, guttural voice whispered, and Hisoka instantly paused in surprise. What he heard didn't seem physical but mental. Did the creature really speak to him inside his mind?
"Yes, why fight? Why resist? It will only be futile."
Again it resounded as another voice spoke, and every head turned in sheer confusion. Gon and Leorio looked perplexed while Killua was trying to make out their source. Kurapika, on the other hand, only cringed at their words. The tone was no less grating than it had been the first time he heard them.
"What the fuck was that?" Phinks yelled as his head swiveled left and right, eyes darting over the shadows that motioned to and fro amid the bushes around him. Something definitely wasn't right.
"Pitiful humans, can't even figure out the simplest things." Another voice sneered, and this time, Nobunaga looked incensed. The Samurai lifted his katana evenly in front of him.
His eyes narrowed as he tried to follow the creatures that darted in and out of the trees, his patience slowly wearing thin. "Exactly what the hell is going on?" Nobunaga hissed.
Reliving it was difficult and for Kurapika, he took it worse most of all. Although Chrollo had endured the same, contending with the voices of the creatures was no less harrowing than before. His lover appeared unfazed by it, yet, it was just as disconcerting.
"It's the beasts' way of communicating," Chrollo affirmed, his tone flat. "They use a form of telepathy. What you hear is an echo of it inside your mind."
There was a pause as contemplation crossed over everyone's faces. Even Hisoka looked intrigued.
Snarls rose from amidst the shrubbery before the image of a melanoid beast emerged from the crawling shadows, its cruel eyes transfixed on them.
Slowly, others followed as more dark bodies unveiled their presence. "Well, at least one of them gets it." The creature vocalized, and several others howled in laughter.
Immediately, Kurapika could perceive the contempt that was heavy in the words which the beasts spoke. It wasn't hard to tell just how deep it ran.
"So, what you are saying is that these things can talk to us inside our heads?" Phinks looked positively exacerbated, and a scowl twisted his lips. Just the notion alone seemed beyond probability. It was an aspect he was having a hard time coming to grips with accepting. Then again, he didn't even think that creatures like the ones they were now facing even existed.
It was a difficult pill to swallow, which for Chrollo, the same still bode true even for him. Hearing those nefarious voices again was something he didn't care to experience again. The sound was grating. "Unfortunately. I am still having a hard time believing it. Was quite a shock the first time I heard them."
Almost everyone around him, including Phinks, looked flabbergasted. Nobunaga flexed his hand along the hilt of his sword, while Feitan kept his eyes narrowed. Machi, on the other hand, appeared steadfast. The look on her features spoke of impatience along with aggravation.
The rest were either calm or immotile. Even the young Zoldyck, Kalluto appeared quiescent.
Hisoka merely hummed, and the smile on his pale lips only expanded. "Well, this is interesting." He commented enthusiastically and took a few steps forward, the cards in his hand flashing between his fingers. "Makes me wonder just how strong they actually are."
Instantly, a symphony of howls arose in a caustic litany, their stares becoming dour although amusement accented their derisive voices. Gradually, they inched forward slowly as a flow of sable bodies continued to make themselves known. Malice accented each and every movement as claws raked the ground with the blatant profession of their intent. The aspect of mercy was something their species did not have.
"So, this human," one of the beasts dropped its focus onto Hisoka, eyes flaring momentarily, "wishes to know exactly what we are capable of?" The expression which seemed to cross the creature's muzzle appeared to form into a smile and rows of concaved incisors became exposed as a result. "If you wish to see the full extent of our power," it sneered, and a menacing hiss escaped its throat, "then it is what you shall see. Your death is imminent."
Again, a bellow of snickers and laughter emanated into the silence of the forest as the creatures' eyes seemed to flare with unbridled immorality. The very sight made Kurapika inwardly tremble, and keeping himself from visually showing his fear was almost impossible. Even the ferocity which these creatures exuded was enough to make him feel oppressed.
Hisoka, however, seemed impassive despite the foe which he faced. There was a crooked smile on the magician's face, and his posture spoke of preparation to dive straight into the fray. Nothing seemed to rattle the man.
"Really now?" Hisoka commented sarcastically, and his yellow eyes never left the beasts. "Why don't we fight to see exactly who will end up getting killed?" He hummed and waved his hand to further instigate his provocation.
The beasts snarled in contempt, and instantly, they skulked forward in unison, waves of darkened bodies swathing through the forest. "Then you shall receive your wish, human."
In response to the beasts' advancement, Kurapika watched as everyone prepared to launch an attack, and he summoned his chains as a result. He raised his own hand in preparation for the one battle which he had been dreading for so long. Casting a quick glance in Chrollo's direction, he noticed his lover held a look of concentration, yet, there was an overture of assurance beneath it.
He stepped forward to match the approach of the creatures and one of Chrollo's hands snapped before him, temporarily blocking his path. "Stay close." He uttered, and Kurapika nodded.
Knowing that Chrollo had his back was to a fault, comforting in itself.
With that, chaos ensued as the beasts charged them without hesitation, the sound of cracking branches along with feet pounding the ground echoed vociferously through the trees. Clearing his mind, Kurapika darted forward, mirroring Chrollo's movements as he engaged the closest beast to him, the gleaming of snapping fangs aiming at his face caused him to sidestep quickly before launching out his chains and capturing the creature by the legs before sending it tumbling to the ground. Almost simultaneously, another beast came at Kurapika's side, its soulless eyes flashing malice and he had just enough time to drop out of the way before turning to aim a calculated punch to the beast's jaw. It yelped then shook its head and proceeded to rebound on Kurapika, determinant to sink its fangs into his hide, and the blond had just enough room to use his chains to send the beast flying.
Panting, Kurapika stood and noticed that all around him, everyone was engaged in fierce combat as the situation fell into sheer pandemonium. His eyes scanned the battlefield, and between the swell of ebony bodies along with the movements of his comrades, Kurapika couldn't tell where anyone was. Even Hisoka with his flaming pink hair was impossible to detect from the growing bedlam and in the back of his mind, Kurapika hoped his friends were okay as well.
During his momentary clash with the beasts, he had lost sight of Chrollo as it seemed his lover had disappeared into the melee. Kurapika instantly looked for the older man, cerulean eyes desperately seeking Chrollo before a familiar crop of raven hair caught his attention. Immediately, the Kurta realized that he had become engaged with several of the beasts, the man warding them off solely with his Benz knife.
Kurapika darted in Chrollo's direction, his chains slowly rising before him, intent on going to his lover's side when his path became instantly blocked by enormous bodies. Their wicked eyes turned towards him as their lips curled back to expose vicious, elongated fangs dripping with saliva, movements concise as they inched towards him. Kurapika could sense their malice, each motion the creatures made only showed their intent was nothing other than to kill.
"You will proceed no further human." Their voices echoed in his mind, and Kurapika stepped back.
"This is where your life will come to an end. Give up as it is all for naught."
More sinister howls rang in his ears and Kurapika grimaced. Dealing with the beasts mocking words left him feeling harrowed, and it was hard remaining composed. Just looking at their twisted, vile faces was enough to almost upend him. "You have to be strong, remain diligent, and don't give in." Another voice, one more soft and encouraging had called to him, and Kurapika reminded himself that he had to stay alive for his friends and for Chrollo. He had no plans on dying. Not here, not today.
"You can try," Kurapika spoke as he lowered into a fighting stance, his aura surging around him as his chains slithered off his poised hand and around him, "because I most certainly won't be allowing that to happen." And without hesitation, Kurapika lunged forward, his eyes briefly turning scarlet as his chains struck ahead at the closest beast, making contact with it. Quickly, the silvery length coiled around its neck and tried to sink down beneath the beast's stygian pelt.
Yet, they were unable to penetrate it, and Kurapika groaned in frustration. Countering his unsuccessful attempt, Kurapika thrust his arm back and forced the creature into the air before retracting his chains, and it crashed to the ground with a sickening thud. Though he wasn't given a chance for reprieve as the second beast drove past its fallen ally and Kurapika only had moments to react while the beast's fangs aimed for his arm. The blond twisted to get out of the way, but it wasn't far enough, and the tips managed to graze down the length of his arm instead.
He backed up as the creature advanced on him and Kurapika sucked in a breath before he sent his chains forward again, this time, they managed to ensnare the beast wholly within its vice-like grip. Kurapika hissed between his teeth and with every ounce of force he could muster, his arm snapped backward, the motion causing a morbid sound to emanate as the chain sliced through its ebony pelt.
Blood splattered into the air and hit him as what was left of the creature fell to the ground. Kurapika stood there, breathing hard.
Everywhere around him, it seemed as if a calamity had rained down, for all Kurapika could see were waves of beasts with burning eyes, and howls filling the air. Once again, he darted forward when more of them began to give chase, and Kurapika careened passed the creatures without much thought, his instincts wheeling him towards Chrollo.
It was only a matter of seconds before he came along the older man's side, but as Kurapika was about to aid his lover in driving off the beasts - or slaying them - it was then his attention landed on two smaller figures amid the skirmish and Kurapika felt his breath hitch, eyes going wide.
Chrollo turned after retracting his knife from the throat of the beast he had been fighting when Kurapika reached him and noticed there was shock on the blond's features. "Kurapika?" He questioned then cast his gaze in the same direction as Kurapika's was and caught sight of exactly what his lover was fixed on. Just a short distance away, it appeared his friends were deadlocked between several beasts, and he understood the reason for the younger man's reaction. "Go to them." He ushered. "I will be fine." Chrollo then turned to plunge his knife into the next creature that came at him.
Wasting no time, Kurapika broke through the swarms of milling beasts, their jaws snapping as he passed, but all he concentrated on was reaching Gon and Killua. He had to get to them. The creatures were dangerous, and his friends seemed to be struggling, as their Nen, like Kurapika suspected, was probably ineffective.
Both boys were doing their best to fend off their attackers considering the circumstances, and Kurapika could hear the creatures jeering within his head, but he blotted them out the closer he got. One of the beasts had managed to pin Gon while two others had begun cornering Killua and Kurapika realized the situation was dire.
"Kurapika!" Gon called out when he realized the blond was racing towards him, both of his hands firmly gripped on the beasts jowls in a desperate move to keep it from snapping down on him. It was taking all he had to combat the thing's immense strength.
When Kurapika was within range for his Chains to make contact, he sent them forward, and just in time to curl around the creature's muzzle, the length of tightened around it, preventing from opening. With a quick snap, Kurapika thrust downward, dragging the beast away from Gon and into the ground. The force of the contact caused the beast's neck to instantly snap.
"Are you alright?" Kurapika asked the boy once he managed to catch his breath, and Gon's panicked eyes landed on his.
"Yeah." He responded between pants and then his attention swiveled towards Killua, who was still contending with the beasts that were slowly stalking towards him. The look on the silver-haired boy's face was a mixture of anger and concern. "We gotta help Killua!"
Both of them headed in the other boy's direction as he was taking a few more steps backward to keep distance between himself and the creatures that were still pressing toward him. For a moment, Killua carefully watched them, unaware of his friend's approach and began walking forward just slow enough to start producing after images of himself. Little by little Killua circled the beasts as they watched him in confusion, their eyes evidently unable to track any of his movements.
Gracefully, he began to draw close and just before reaching one of the creatures, Killua's fingers extended slightly, nails going pointed and right before going passed, he plunged them into the creature's chest. It stilled, the beast's eyes going wide before releasing a death rattle and collapsing in a heap. Looking down momentarily at the still-beating heart which he held, Killua looked at it almost apathetically before casting it aside.
When awareness started to catch back up to him, Killua turned as Gon and Kurapika came to his side, both of them disposing of the second beast that was still nearby. The creature dropped to the ground, and Kurapika stepped away, his chains retracting from its body. Gon took a deep breath and flexed his hand - the beasts were harder to hit than he anticipated.
Gon's attention then turned to Killua. "Are you okay?" He asked anxiously, and the silver-haired boy simply shrugged.
"Nothing worse than anything else I've dealt with," Killua responded casually, his silver eyes casting over Kurapika in the process.
Killua's reaction was something which he did somewhat expect, yet, Kurapika watched his friend quizzically, though he retained a vein of concern. "While that may be so," he began, voice firm, "don't underestimate these creatures. They aren't as easy to defeat as you may think." Kurapika paused a moment before realization hit. "Where is Leorio?"
The two boys exchanged looks before turning back towards Kurapika. "We got separated from him when those creatures cornered us," Gon responded as urgency accented his words. "We have to find him."
Dread crept into the back of Kurapika's mind at the thought; if something happened to Leorio because of his own negligence… "We will find him." He professed and began to scan over the sea of beasts and humans alike looking for any sign of their friend.
Several moments passed as Kurapika surveyed the area before him while the clash between human and beast made it difficult to perceive who was who, but eventually he was able to make out a particular face amid the crowd. Immediately Kurapika realized Leorio had gotten pushed back to the rim of the small clearing they were in and had become pinned down. One of the beasts was over the thin man, its fangs dangerously close to his friend's face. "I found him!" Kurapika yelled, then signaled for Gon and Killua to follow. There was no time to waste. The idea of failing any of his friends only added to Kurapika's disposition.
Both of the boys were at his side without hesitation. However, before they knew it, several more creatures had barred their path, their snarls threatening, teeth gleaming with saliva. More also stood positioned around Leorio, and they could hear the man's pleas. He was doing his best to fend them off, but his efforts seemed to be in vain.
"We have to stop them!" Gon exclaimed and gazed briefly towards Kurapika. There was just no way he could let them down.
Kurapika drew in a breath, adding confidence to his resolve. Now was not the time to falter. "Don't worry, we will."
In a flurry of movements, one of the creatures charged at him, and Kurapika had to react expeditiously to repel the beast. It took him seconds to raise his defenses as one of the chains whipped out before him to encompass its paws and stopped the creature right before it could reach him.
Though it was only temporary and Kurapika had to thrust the beast down against the ground without mercy to snap its neck, ceasing its life. The crushing sound practically sickened him, but the Kurta understood that he was left with no other no choice.
Persuading the creatures was impossible, and if they were not eliminated, the chances of them killing everyone was highly probable.
It was that very thought he kept in the back of his mind as the next beast rushed at him, its claws aimed for his throat, yet, Kurapika managed to dodge in time as the tips grazed along his side instead. He felt a twinge of pain from the minor lacerations it caused as the beast had managed to rip through his clothes. Kurapika felt the warmth of blood along his skin.
Both Gon and Killua became instantly worried about his condition as the two boys jumped in front of him to thwart the remaining beasts and Kurapika could only stare. Concern bubbled to the surface, and he attempted to stop their siege but ended up desisting.
The look in Gon's eyes locked Kurapika in place. "Go help Leorio. We will hold them off." The boy stated matter-of-factly and turned back to face the creatures. Killua nodded in averment, the Zoldyck's expression unwavering.
Kurapika contemplated intervening regardless of their affirmation but decided against it, and left his friends to prevent the beasts' progression so he could reach Leorio. He didn't have time to waste.
Fear had burrowed deep within, and its grip was so strong, Leorio found that he was unable to move as a result. The creatures had cordoned him off from everyone else, and he felt utterly helpless. The look which accented the one closest to him was maniacal, and it was all he could do to keep from becoming completely frozen in place. Everyone else around him had been forcibly engaged within their own battles to help him, and the situation looked grim. To a point, Leorio started to believe he wouldn't survive. As the creature's fangs bore down on him, it's horrific voice haunting his mind, the doctor-in-training prepared for the worst when the sound of crashing along with yelps brought his attention forward and realized the beasts had all been defeated. Then his eyes landed on the figure of his salvation.
"Kurapika?" Leorio uttered and rubbed at his temples. His head really hurt from where he hit it against a tree after being initially cornered.
"Yes, it's me." The blond responded and extended his hand to help his friend get up. "Are you alright?" Kurapika questioned.
"Yeah," he responded, then grasped the offered hand and pulled himself to his feet, "I think so. Though for a while I wasn't sure I was going to be." He paused after managing to fully regain his senses and looked around. "Where are Gon and Killua?"
The question made Kurapika go rigid, and the blond paused abruptly as he remembered leaving the two boys behind to dispense of a group of those creatures alone when he heard Gon's voice calling to him. Both he and Killua appeared at his side - albeit covered in blood and minor wounds - but appeared to be practically intact.
"Gon!" Kurapika blurted, then realized how flustered he had become and drew himself back under control. "What happened?"
The dark-haired boy scratched the back of his head sheepishly and grinned. "It wasn't anything we couldn't handle, right Killua?"
Rolling his eyes, Killua sighed then shook his head. Gon could be overly ebullient at times. "We took care of those creatures if that is what you're asking?" He stated, hands getting shoved into his pockets. "They were pretty easy to defeat."
Leorio nearly looked dumbstruck from hearing the conversation, and his eyes appeared to bulge behind his dark glasses. "You two did what?"
"Hey, old man," Killua responded and turned to look at him slyly. "You worry too much. We're fine. We're just glad you're okay."
Every word he wanted to utter died on his tongue as Leorio struggled not to bluster at them for being left to handle such dangerous creatures on their own, but then doing so would have only been an insult to his friend's credibility. He knew that not only was Kurapika very capable and adept at handling dangerous situations, so were Gon and Killua. Leorio clicked his tongue but relinquished his disapproval in favor of just being glad they were all safe.
Crossing his arms, Kurapika interjected on the discourse between his three friends and looked at them seriously. "We should rejoin the others. We shouldn't remain disconnected from them for long."
Yet, as the words left Kurapika's mouth, however, several more beasts started to descend upon them, and he groaned as a result.
"More are coming," Killua commented and grit his teeth.
Instinctively, Gon turned, and his gaze landed on the new creatures that had begun heading towards him. The frown he sported only deepened. "Yeah, it seems that way."
Both of them got into fighting stances once more, and Kurapika only felt his apprehension rise. The beasts were gradually becoming overwhelming, and for each one they dropped, it seemed two more took its place. There was just no end to them.
"It's like Mirie all over again," Kurapika thought inwardly, and it was hard not projecting the worst into mind. Remembering his own encounter with the beasts was still fresh in his own memories, and the aspect of anyone else he cared about befalling such an outcome only stressed Kurapika. He wasn't about to let that happen.
Disposing of the creatures that tried to attack him along with Gon and Killua wasn't easy, yet, once they were felled like the rest, Kurapika could only hope that an end would soon be in sight.
No matter where he looked, everyone was engaged with either one or multiple beasts - it looked as if all his allies were struggling just like his tiny group was.
It was an endless flow. There were ebon bodies moving en mass as far as the eye could see and their taunting howls only continued to serve as a reminder. The reality of what they all faced was more grueling than any of them could have expected. Kurapika had faced many opponents in the past, but nothing like the creatures before them now.
"These bastards just keep coming!" Kurapika heard someone yell over the din and he noticed some of the Spiders were marshaled together as a rather large pack of the creatures had gathered around them. The eyebrowless man connected his fist to the side of one of the beasts as it was sent careening into a nearby tree.
Even Nobunaga appeared slightly haggard as he struck down a few of the beasts, but the moment he did so, more just stepped forward. "Where the hell are all these damn things coming from?" He cursed as his katana ripped through another one that aimed for his side.
They both looked worse for wear and were covered in blood and possibly other injuries as well.
Beside them, Shizuku dispensed of her own quarry as the creature's body slowly got sucked up within the vacuum she carried. Once it disappeared completely, her large eyes turned towards her comrades, and she pushed the glasses up on her nose. "It appears there are more we just do not see." Her comment rose above the rumbling growls and almost fluidly, she brought Blinky down onto the cranium of the next beast which attempted to flank her. "They are probably trying to overwhelm us."
Phinks grunted and ducked forward as one of the beasts lunged at him then lifted upward to drive his fist into its underside. The creature yelped in pain and fell backward but instantly got back up. "They're doing a pretty damn good job of it." He added and thrust forward as the creature's jaws flung open and placed a well-calculated strike to the eye, crushing it. The beast fell instantly.
Not far from them, a spray of bullets flew over the battlefield and towards a small gaggle of creatures, but the instant they connected, nothing happened. Snickers rose, and the beasts began to stalk forward, jowls parted threateningly. Franklin lowered his arms and looked despondent - it was the second time his Nen Bullets failed. "It is as Danchou said; Nen doesn't seem to affect them." His voice boomed, and he rushed forward, grabbing the two of the beasts with his hands and crushing their skulls together.
"That's just great," Nobunaga mumbled and thrust his blade forward, sending it straight into the chest of the creature that managed to rake its fangs down along one of his arms. "Now we even have less to work with."
"At least it appears physical attacks still work." Another voice called out, and the Samurai glanced over his shoulder to see Bonolenov coming out of his signature dance as one of his fists lurched slightly to the side, the large red gloves which he sported cracking against the horn of a beast that charged toward him. "Otherwise," he continued and turned towards his smaller companion as he managed to evade another creature that nearly snapped his head off, "I believe all of us would have been worse off than we are now."
Kortopi motioned backward as his diminutive figure was nearly eclipsed by the massive, lumbering beasts that tried to corral him, which left him at a severe disadvantage. His only visible eye widened slightly, and Kortopi placed his hands up before him in defense. "We can't afford to let our guard down." He spoke and grasped the snout of a beast that attempted to make an easy meal out of him. After much effort, the stout man was able to cast the creature to the side. "Even one slip up, and any of us could end up dead."
The very thought made Phinks snort as there was no way in hell they were losing to a bunch of sniveling creatures. "Like that will ever happen." He retorted and decked the next beast that tried to round on him from behind. There was a slight pain in his limbs from the injuries he received from several near misses, but Phinks blotted the feeling out. "I don't plan on letting these bastards win."
"Don't think of counting me out either," Nobunaga attested and kept his movements fluid, although it was arduous without being able to enhance his blade with Nen. Using regular attacks to a fault was tiring. "I definitely won't let these damn things stop me."
All of them nodded in averment to the statements made. Regardless of the circumstances, there was no other option than to come out on top. They were the Spider, and losing now to such a pitiful enemy would only be a major disgrace.
Even from a short distance away, Machi had managed to witness the unification of her own teammates. It surprised her since they all had significantly conflicting, and volatile temperaments, but for this battle, it was paramount they worked together. Not only did they have a mission to complete, but to give in now would mean that everything they accomplished as the Spider so far would end up being for naught. The very notion alone didn't sit well with her at all.
She launched her threads to deflect a group of beasts that tried to cut her off from two of her comrades who joined her fight and Machi's lips twisted in vexation. She was just able to make out Feitan and Kalluto who were close to where she was as they attempted to dispense of a few creatures that were slowly pacing towards them.
Machi quickly jerked hard on her threads as they made contact with sable bodies, but it was only successful in temporarily driving them back. She grunted in annoyance and altered her strategy, this time, using her threads to entangle the beasts like she saw the Chain User do.
Agilely, she whipped threads into the air along with the beasts before lashing them forward and sending the creatures mercilessly into the trees around her. They collided with a loud crack, the sound announcing the cessation of their lives. Machi paused for a moment to catch her breath, then her attention fell on her companions as Feitan was retracting his blade from the body of a creature. Kalluto was astride him as the boy was also attempting to use his fan as a method of offense, but the beast seemed to be left unscathed.
"It's true that attacks based solely on Nen don't work." The young Zoldyck mentioned in a quiet tone and raised his fan up once more. Slicing through their tough hides would prove to be more challenging knowing that.
Feitan narrowed his eyes at the statement and brought his sword down against another beast that managed to slide beneath his defenses. "I still find it rather fun." The man uttered and wiped the blood off his blade on the pelt of the dead beast. "As long as they can be killed, I personally don't care how it's done."
Machi looked contemplative while Kalluto kept his gaze firm on the beasts around them. Settling on using mainly physical attacks would take some adjusting but learning to adapt quickly was one key to survival. It was also an indication of possessing diversity and skill.
"I suppose you're right." She admitted, and her attention locked briefly with Kalluto who nodded in agreement before letting it fall back on the encroaching beasts. "Besides," her posture changed, and she released another barrage of threads as they began to form a web around them, "none of us are about to go down without a fight." Following her statement, the pink-haired woman pulled on them until they became taut, their barely visible surfaces becoming an almost impenetrable barrier.
Even if her Nen was virtually useless during this battle, Machi had other methods to make her skills useful. Without a second thought, they all launched back into the fray, intent on showing the vile beasts precisely what they were capable of.
It was practically an indomitable spirit that seemed to dwell within each of the Spiders, their unmatched power unlike any other. For those who managed to glimpse it, such a display was nearly awe-inspiring. But those on the receiving end only sought the prospect of death.
The beasts persisted incessantly with challenging their opposition, the low snarls and growls which followed was a sign of their undying devotion to complete their objective. Forward they pushed as more ebon forms slid out from within the foliage. Given enough time, the creatures were confident they would be able to ensure success. Humans only had so much vigor and stamina. Sooner or later, their energy would become spent, and they would falter to exhaustion.
Such an outcome was undeniable.
"Give up. You have no chance of surviving this." The creatures mocked once again, their voices ringing out in baleful clamor.
"Yes. Why continue to fight? You are only delaying the inevitable."
"There is no hope. You cannot win. Humans are weak. Pathetic. Trying to defeat us is futile."
"Surrender now, and we will make sure your deaths are less painful."
Ignoring their taunts, Machi, along with the rest of the Spiders continued to try and drive the creatures back, fierce determination in each of their steps. Even then, such an idealism left the beasts determinant in fighting back, their attacks becoming more meticulous and precise as a result.
The very notion of the humans banding together made their conquest more difficult, and the creatures could only rely on their instincts and force alone. Like it was for them, their quarry found strength in numbers, which proved to be more arduous than not. Yet, retreating was not an option.
They would never concede.
Off in the distance, the Zodiacs had managed to keep themselves hidden during the majority of the battle as they observed the event transpiring before them. After witnessing the Spider's unification against such staggering odds, Cheadle felt a semblance of admiration for them.
She closed her eyes momentarily as a look of careful speculation was over her features, and Cheadle mechanically pushed her glasses up following the beasts' declaration. Although she and Mizaistom attempted to remain a safe distance away from the incursion, several of the creatures began prowling towards them. It seemed the beasts finally decided to become aware of their presence. Which was most unfortunate, Cheadle thought, as neither of them had participated in the fight. However, that idea was no longer an option.
From her analysis of the encounter between the beasts and the Genei Ryodan along with the others, told Cheadle that Nen was virtually ineffective. Most of the attacks her companions were landing were solely physical, and that left little room for error on anyone's part.
Being tactical was practically their only expediency while most else was failing to have any impact. It definitely allowed for the creatures to gain some ground as, from Cheadle's assessment, they appeared to come in droves.
"Seems we have company." She commented flatly and glimpsed toward the man beside her.
Mizaistom looked up at Cheadle's words, noting the advancement of several beasts on their position, and he unfurled his arms to his sides. His eyes locked with the emotionless ones of the creatures as they appeared to glare down into his very soul. Such an aspect didn't influence him, but Mizaistom kept his emotions in check regardless.
Breathing out, the cow Zodiac readied himself; partaking in the fighting was one thing he hadn't anticipated on. "So it seems." He commented, though his voice held more obduracy than not. "Let me handle this." Mizaistom continued as his attention was caught by the movement from the beasts who were slowly closing in.
There was a brief look of shock over Cheadle's features at her associate's concession, and a frown instantly crawled over her lips. Already the situation had descended into utter chaos. The beasts ran ramped as everyone was trying to combat them, but something about the entire scenario didn't sit right with her, especially when it came down to where the beasts originated from.
Figuring that out, learning the truth and delving into exactly what their enemy was capable of was one thing she intended to find out.
When it boiled down to it, that knowledge would become more vital than anything else. There was more to the creatures than any of them knew.
"Don't get too careless," Cheadle noted and watched as he stepped forward, the beasts ceasing their movements just a few meters away. It was impossible to ignore their jarring sneers.
He just gazed back at her and nodded before placing his full focus on the lumbering beasts. How well his own skills worked against them was something he wanted to find out.
"More opposition." Came their voices, the tone rough and grating. "Let's see what this one can do."
When the last word entered his mind, Mizaistom instantly raised his right hand, and a yellow card with an exclamation point indicated on one side resided in his palm. The creatures tilted their heads in confusion, but such was only evanescent and soon, their lips curled back over their muzzles in amusement. "So, this fool thinks he is going to stop us with a mere card?" One of them quipped.
Hearing the creature's rebuttal to his actions didn't sway Mizaistom. He simply remained firmly planted where he was. "I assume you can understand me?" Mizaistom questioned, though he was pretty confident the beasts were able to comprehend human speech.
Another bout of laughter emanated, and one of the creatures looked him dead in the eye. "Of course we can understand you." It said, the harsh words echoing about his mind. "We understand more than you know."
"I thought as much," Mizaistom confirmed, his expression unchanged, "considering the high intellect you exhibit. However, " he continued, "I cannot allow you to pass. If you do not desist now, then I will be forced to act."
Silence ensued following his statement as the creatures appeared to fall into contemplation over his account, yet, Mizaistom wasn't surprised when they only balked at his clear warning. The beast closest to him lowered its head and ears, the tips of them bushing the back of its massive neck. "You dare threaten us?" It snapped, fangs gleaming beneath the pale moonlight.
In unison, they began to stalk forward, their red eyes flaming with hatred, but the instant they were mere inches away, several square-like invisible barriers appeared around them. The beasts came to a halt as they released hisses and growls of protest.
Mizaistom stood there glaring down at them, the card in his hand now showing a cross with the words, 'restraint' inscribed on its surface. Each of the beast's expressions shifted from between inquisition to sheer animus as they began to push against their impediments. "Do you really think this will stop us?" It drawled the last word ending in a hiss. One of the beast's ashen paws extended past the rims of his construct and Mizaistom's eyes went wide. In one swift motion, its body broke free of the cage that held it, and the creature grinned. "None of you have figured out exactly why your attacks don't work."
Without any warning, it lunged, jowls viciously snapping and it was all Mizaistom could do to ward off the attack. Pain laced his thoughts as he felt wetness seep into the clothing around the area where the beast's fangs connected with his upraised arms. Fear swam within his dark eyes.
"Mizaistom!" Cheadle yelled, and instantly, she silenced her voice when the creatures turned her attention towards her. The situation had taken a dire turn.
Despite his injuries, Mizaistom extended his other arm to the side and Cheadle blinked at the gesture. "Don't interfere." He demanded, his gaze fixed on the beasts that stood only a short distance from him. "They are more dangerous than we anticipated."
Reluctantly, Cheadle stepped back, the frown twisting her lips only deepening. Of course, she had been long since aware of just how treacherous and bloodthirsty these creatures were - it was apparent from what information they had gathered, but even then, she miscalculated just how adept they really were. After witnessing it first hand, it was clear the beasts were more than just savage.
They were death incarnate.
She could only watch as the next one lurched at her associate, Mizaistom's hands coming up to meet the creature's muzzle with just enough force to prevent its fangs from connecting again, though it was plain to see he had already sustained injuries from the prior clash. It took almost everything he had to muster the strength and ability to push the creature back.
Rounding on the creature, Mizaistom drove his fist down onto its jaw, the sound of bones splintering followed the assault. It whimpered in pain, and the beast dropped to its haunches as Mizaistom drove another punch home, this time straight down onto its skull and consequently, into its brain. The life faded from the beast's eyes immediately after that.
He stood and took a sharp breath, the sensation in his arms dulling although Mizaistom continued to ignore the lingering pain. More creatures bared their fangs at him, disgust shining in their pupilless eyes over their fallen comrade, their growls a profession of warning.
Slowly they closed in, and the cow Zodiac prepared for the worst while Cheadle could only watch. Like the rest, it was a battle of life or death, and there was no room for error. Doing otherwise could prove to have disastrous consequences.
She just hoped they survived their encounter and made it through the night. It was clear that everyone else was dealing with their own struggles. From the Spiders to Kurapika's friends; even amid the ongoing skirmish, it was plain as day that she and Mizaistom were not the only ones struggling to contend with the beasts. Indeed, they were proving to be a very formidable enemy.
However, she briefly caught sight of the magician named Hisoka, who seemed to be having fun in spite of the opponents which he faced, and was practically cackling while the creatures persisted in attacking from nearly all sides. It was true what she heard; the man was definitely insane.
Pushing the thought from her mind, Cheadle returned to keeping track of Mizaistom though Hisoka's voice reigned over the tumult.
It was hard keeping focus, especially as more creatures seemed to be continually advancing on them. Several of the beasts tried to encircle Mizaistom, and it made him wary of the blatant attempt. Cheadle could still hear their wicked voices in her mind, and along with their threatening snarls, it only caused her to feel a rise in fear that perhaps, their encounter with such treacherous creatures may have been more than either of them bargained for.
Yet, she had a duty to uphold and fulfilling it was her obligation regardless of the dangers involved.
Cheadle tried to retreat when a few of the beasts turned their attention away from Mizaistom and toward her. Their soulless eyes were devoid and haunting as the look within them caused a bone-chilling shiver to race up along her spine.
Apparently, Miziastom had also noticed the shift in the creatures' direction, and the man immediately reminded them of just who their actual opponent was. "Don't turn your back on me!" Miziastom yelled as one of his fists connected brutally against the head of the closest beast to him. It growled lowly and rose back to its haunches as the force had knocked it back, but when the monster was in range once more, Miziastom ensured it would not rise again. The beast's eyes went blank.
He stood and wiped his face; the sweat from all the exertion had caused it to run down his forehead and temples, the salt burning his eyes. Battling the creatures had been taxing, and Mizaistom found the strain it had on his body rather exhaustive. It made him slightly annoyed.
The rest of the beasts began to move forward, malice within their eyes and growls. Mizaistom glared at them, his stance flagrantly challenging them. He readied once more to retaliate, fists coming up before him when his world was turned suddenly on its head. The next thing he knew was the ground closing in on him, and all Mizaistom could do was fall. Pain laced his mind as he collided with the ground, his body unable to move. He felt a burning sensation on his back then thick warmth over his skin.
Everything dimmed, and he barely registered Cheadle's panicked voice as the woman came to his side. The gentleness of her hands on his shoulders invoked a semblance of awareness in him, and he turned slightly to face her. "You should get back," Mizaistom uttered raspily then coughed. His throat burned.
"You're hurt badly," Cheadle urged, and he shook his head.
"I will be fine." Mustering what strength he had, Mizaistom rose to his feet once more although he was wounded. "It would make me feel better if you remained a safe distance away. The Association can't afford to lose you." He countered, and his gaze became stern. Taking no for an answer wasn't an option. Cheadle was too valuable.
"But…" She began, and Mizaistom silenced her, the intensity of his demeanor ceasing any further protest she may have.
There was no way he would let her join the battle - even if she had the physical prowess to hold her own, the fact remained that her role was too important. He would make that clear. "No buts." He insisted, and his lips downturned more. "You still have important work to do, and the chairman is expecting a report on our findings here. Don't worry, I can handle this."
It was a hard pill to swallow. The idealism of Mizaistom fighting the beasts solo only rose the anxiety she felt, but she acquiesced. "Just be careful." She responded and backed away as the creatures snapped at them, the proximity of which they were closing in was faster than either of them realized.
Even as Mizaistom engaged the beasts, their movements swift and deleterious, he matched them move for move, easily keeping pace with them despite the injuries he suffered. One way or the other, he would win. All of them would. Just like he was determined to survive this, Mizaistom hoped the same was true for their companions. Losing was a conclusion he would not accept.
In the end, it was either them or the beasts, and if preserving them for the sake of their species was going to be ultimately inutile, then there was no other choice. Eliminating them was the only option.
Whatever it took, Miziastom vowed, regardless of who anyone was, that on this night, no one's story would come to an end. At least not here. He would see to it and would help by any means necessary. Even if it also meant seeing the Genei Roydan make it through.
No one needed to be subjugated by creatures only bent on complete destruction, and whatever it took, they would come out on top.
They had to.
After Thoughts: Honestly, it wasn't easy delving into and slipping between so many characters. There were points I felt slightly overwhelmed with trying to maintain so many perspectives and switching between them fluidly wasn't easy. I also found it was hard to write the interaction between the beasts and the Spiders, Kurapika, his friends, and the Zodiacs. How each group reacted and dealt with the creatures was vastly different in some parts, so outlining that sometimes became difficult. It was one thing I worried about was accurately describing the confrontation while touching on how each person reacted and the way it affected them.
This chapter was genuinely challenging and took a considerable amount of planning, but it was a battle long in coming and highly anticipated. I definitely had fun writing it.
Next chapter will be the conclusion.