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RED continued across the fields searching for the kobold and the gems. Suddenly, his Teeth, with their extreme sense, felt a presence across the valley. They turned to see a hydra, moving towards them. It was a legendary seven-header, deadly as hell. The Teeth far outnumbered and possibly even outmatched the lone hydra, so after a wave of agreement shot through their single mind, they charged at their racing speed towards the reptilian beast.

As the Teeth approached the towering monster, it reared it reared it's heads back, readying itself for the contact. The first Teeth (tooth, hehe?) jumped onto the hydra's stomach, to be torn in half by two heads both wanting a piece. As the hydra's heads shot all around hitting the Teeth, RED continued charging from the back of the herd. He drew his longsword and sliced off one of the heads in one fluid motion. The others, alarmed, all charged at once towards the metal man. They hit at the same time, killing one of themselves instantly. As their maws pulled against both RED and themselves, their fear instinct began to kick in.

The hydra was killing itself, with all the heads biting onto one another. RED's arms were each caught in a toothy maw, and his Teeth were jumping onto the mass of metal, heads and blood, creating a chaotic confusion. As the hydra's purple blood flowed into his joints, RED's anger was at it's maximum. But, without his gem-ridden power, he was not as strong as he would have been, and he was losing consciousness due to other-wordly magic pain. When your body is fused together by magic, and kept alive by magic, magic is also used to complete every normal bodily function, including nerves. So RED was hurting just as much as a very tough human would be if his arms were getting ripped off.

The Teeth were sending many thoughts into their base of mind, and their hostility was as dark as it got. They were ripping up the hydra, themselves, some even clawed at RED in the confusion. After about ten minutes of the screaming and moaning, the hydra fell on it's back, three heads gone, and the rest either dead or squirming. The remaining Teeth tore up the hydra's stomach, spewing purple blood and thick guts all over the field, the corpses, and RED. RED was at his utmost anger, he was in great pain, he was immobile, he didn't even have his stupid slave driver to help him. His Teeth could do little in the means of healthcare, as they were created to kill.

Kutarlin had overheard the battle from his underground hole, and he had watched it about mid-battle. He saw the towering Teeth and the hydra, RED and all the blood. He grimaced, and sent a powerful, anger-fueled blast towards the mass. RED, and his minions were killed by the power that created them. Of course, RED wasn't DEAD, as he couldn't die of course. But he had no construct, no body, except his head and a mass of mangled metal that had formed his body. He was an armless torso, and he was alone on the dark fields of Zustashiger.

The seekers immediately started sprinting after the kobold's scent, and the reakers blindly followed, but with his new powers, he had little to worry about. A seeker caught a glimpse of him running through a gate, and all of the monsters started turned on their heels at the same moment and ran after the shape. As they approached, Az recalled the power the gem had stemmed in him and he shot a blast of invisible energy into the line, knocking down the first twenty. However, over the next hill, a Tower Centurion was rumbling through, huge mechanical legs pounding the earth and knocking down trees. It's scanning view caught Az's figure and it retracted one of it's giant fists, before shooting it forward. There was a crash and a huge pit was formed upon impact, the kobold inside, crushed. However, the large pulsing gem was still touching his hand, and slowly, power shot through his arm and throughout his body, renewing him.

He sprang out of the hole and fired a blast at the giant machine, knocking it back a few feet, leaving huge ditches in the ground. He ran into the night, blasting and zapping, until the last seeker died chasing after him, leaving dozens of reakers alone in the woodlands, lost without their superior leaders.