Sorcerer… Cyborg???

Kothar leapt forward, opening another portal and landing on top of the ship, the side of which was covered by Aemos soldiers. The soldiers wore armor made of the same gray material that made up the ships, and while this material provided some resistance against spells, it was nothing to Kothar's superheated Plasma Blade.

Four of the soldiers climbed up onto the roof of the ship, stumbling a little, unsteady on their feet. They were all used to hanging off of the side of the troop carrier ships, but few of them had ever fought an enemy on top of their own ships.

They stabbed out with their blunt staffs, but Kothar spun around with his lightning blade, sending bolt spells at the approaching soldiers.

Unfortunately, their gray armor easily defended them against the bolts, and they continued to advance forward.

Kothar swung out with his Plasma Blade, shearing their staffs in two, the pieces falling to the ground, red liquid leaking from the ends that remained in the Aemos soldiers' hands.

While they had seen Kothar tear through the ships, they hadn't expected me to so easily disarm them, thinking him to be nothing more than an arguing savage of a lesser plane.

Kothar sent a surge of power to the Plasma Blade, and it blasted forward, tearing a hole in the torso of one of the Aemos soldiers, the edges of the hole glowing red hot.

The other soldiers yelled out, their cries still unintelligible, for even though Silane was familiar with the language of the Aemos, she hadn't translated anything they were saying.

Perhaps it was not to distract Kothar, or perhaps it was due to the fact that Xerev had betrayed Kothar, and Silane didn't want anything distracting Kothar from the fury he felt against the Aemos, refusing to humanize them.

The Plasma Blade spun around once again, shearing through the soldiers, their bodies falling in two pieces onto the roof of the ship, spraying their comrades who had climbed up after them with steaming hot blood.

The soldiers who had climbed up afterwards stepped back in fear, Kothar had replaced his demon mask, and this glowing Plasma Blade cast him in an eerie light, as he stabbed down into the body of the ship, twisting his blade around, until he felt the ship beginning to fall.

Another jump into the air, another portal opened, and Kothar landed on yet another troop carrier, closing his portal behind him.

Kothar could have left portals open all over the battlefield, creating a series of traps that would easily disable many ships, but he was mindful of his father and his allies fighting in the air above, and they would be just as susceptible to any portals he left open.

Aznur was one of the few cities where the Aemos soldiers failed to make it to the civilians below, other places on Eclat were not as safe.

The Ursten, Tribes people and sailors all thought of their homes as they fought, though they were in a city thousands of kilometers from any of their homes, they still fought to defend the people of Eclat, defending these people since they couldn't defend their own homes.

In Balin, few competent soldiers remained, and the Aemos soldiers were dragging the screaming and kicking civilians of Eclat into the ships that had landed all through the streets of Balin.

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Up above, Qh'mros whipped out at Xurha with its tail, trying to catch him by surprise, as its tail twisted around behind the foreign Ascendant.

But though Xurha was far younger than Qh'mros, he hungered for battle, and he easily saw the attack coming, a gauntleted hand snapping out and striking the enormous beast's tail, easily knocking it away.

Qh'mros glowing orange eyes flicked down below, and it cried out. [Leave my people be! No Ascendant would stoop so low as to kidnap existences so puny in comparison to their own.] Qh'mros was confused, some Ascendants might invade a plane to take it over, while others would invade in search of a precious material another Ascendant might be rumored to have, while the strangest might invade in search of knowledge.

But this, this was strange.

[Oh no. Don't you worry, lizard. There aren't insignificant to me. I shall put them to use.] Xurha laughed as he responded to Qh'mros, his thoughts not only carrying his words, but images of what he had planned for the people of Eclat.

[No! You, you monster! Does your greed know no bounds!] Though Qh'mros had been alive for thousands of years, but the sheer cruelty that Xurha had projected was shocking, even the most savage Ascendants would not stoop so low. 

For an Ascendant to stoop so low, and to treat lives so callously, was shocking. Most Ascendants gained real wisdom as a consequence of their power, but it seemed as though Xurha wanted only more and more suffering, and violence.

[What kind of twisted existence are you?] Qh'mros yelled, and threw the full might of its consciousness against Xurha's abandoning physical attacks in favor of spiritual, attempting to pierce through to the deeper levels of Xurha's consciousness.

[Hahahaha. Come, lizard. I've nothing to hide and nothing to fear from a mind so far as yours!] Xurha spread his arms open as Qh'mros attacked, and his consciousness, spread out to absorb Qh'mros attack.

[What is this? What is wrong with you!] Qh'mros yelled out in shock, it had delved far into Xurha's mind, and found only rage, fury and violence.

Most minds were multi faceted, containing different aspects of an individual, and piercing into their depths would afford one an advantage while fighting against them.

But to Qh'mros' dismay, it only found images of bloodshed, and memories of war after war. 

It seemed that the Ascendant before it was truly one who thirsted for battle.

Qh'mros had only encountered one other mind that was so one dimensional, the mind of the embodiment of greed itself, the destroyer of planes, the Devourer.