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The air was thick with panic.

Behind Lyerin, the chaos was spiraling as his tribe members and recruits from the human population attempted to face off against the terrifying Thunder Bats.

Crackling arcs of electrical energy flashed across the battlefield, lashing out with lethal precision every time a bullet struck the bats' bodies.

The frenzied yells of his people added to the mayhem.

"Fire! Keep shooting! We've got to take them down!" a man's voice bellowed, but his voice was nearly drowned by the wailing hum of electricity slicing through the air.

The rapid gunfire barely seemed to scratch the horde of Thunder Bats.

The bats retaliated in waves, bolts of violent blue lightning leaping out toward the shooters as if triggered by each impact.

"Aghhh! I got hit!" screamed another voice. One of the fighters, clutching a smoking burn on his forearm, stumbled back.

His shout of pain cut through the air as he struggled to keep his footing.

Nearby, another soldier fell to one knee, his rifle dropping to his side as he gasped from the jolts shooting up his arm.

"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!" another screamed, frustration lacing his voice with a wild edge. His gun wavered as he took aim at a bat in the sky.

Every shot that hit a Thunder Bat seemed to come back tenfold.

The bats seemed to revel in it, their eyes glinting with a sinister intelligence as they loomed over their attackers, wings thrumming with power and precision.

The very atmosphere felt charged, humming with an energy that made the air nearly unbearable to breathe.

"Don't shoot them! STOP shooting them!" shouted one of the tribe members, his voice hoarse with panic. But his words were swallowed in the chaos as more shots rang out, and the terrifying cycle continued.

Sparks flew each time a bat was struck, followed by the sharp, unmistakable smell of ozone as bolts of electricity coursed back toward the shooters.

Lyerin narrowed his eyes, lips pulling back in a sneer of irritation as he observed the mindless frenzy unfolding before him.

Every instinct in him rebelled against the thoughtless desperation that gripped his people, and he felt a surge of anger rise up within him.

They weren't listening.

Then, with a voice that cut through the madness like a whip crack, he shouted, "Hit their wings! The bodies are wired to sync with their attackers. Aim for the wings, you fools!"

The loud command seemed to anchor the chaos for a moment.

Heads whipped around, and several of his fighters stilled, blinking at him with wide eyes as they processed his words.

Some glanced at the bats, trying to reassess their strategy with fresh eyes.

"W-Wings?" one of them stammered, lowering his gun a fraction. The confusion was evident on his face, but Lyerin's glare silenced any further question.

"Yes, the wings, damn it!" Lyerin snapped, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "They can't zap you back if you take out their flight!"

A grim-faced man to Lyerin's left took in a shaky breath, steadied his rifle, and aimed at a Thunder Bat's wing as it swooped down toward him.

He squeezed the trigger, his expression a mask of concentration, and the bullet tore through the membrane of the bat's wing.

Immediately, the bat faltered mid-flight, its balance shattered. It plummeted to the ground, writhing but unable to retaliate with electricity.

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope sparked in the others.

The tribe's panic began to cool into a focused determination.

"Wings! Everyone, aim for the wings!" shouted one of the men. His voice, now filled with newfound resolve, echoed across the battlefield, urging his comrades on.

The fighters rallied, adjusting their aim with new purpose.

A concentrated barrage of bullets ripped through the air, slicing into wings and grounding the creatures.

Each Thunder Bat that fell thrashed wildly on the ground, its cries muffled by the stomp of boots and the crack of gunfire.

Now that they were on the right track, their confidence grew, and the chaotic panic shifted into a battle rhythm.

But the Thunder Bats were relentless, and just as the tide seemed to turn, another wave swooped down from the skies, larger and more aggressive than before. Stay connected with m-v l|e-NovelFire

Their ear-piercing screeches sent shivers down the spine of every soldier, but this time, there was no hesitation in their ranks.

"Keep firing at the wings! Do not let them overwhelm us!" another tribe member roared, his voice filled with iron will.

The troops aimed with deadly precision, their bullets carving through the sky and striking the bats with uncanny accuracy.

Suddenly, one of the Thunder Bats took a hit to both wings and spiraled into the crowd, its body slamming into two fighters, sending them sprawling.

The electrified fur of the creature sparked on contact, shocking them as they screamed in pain.

"Get it off me!" yelled one of the soldiers, scrambling back as the creature convulsed, its talons scraping across his chest.

Lyerin's gaze hardened as he took in the scene. "Get up and kill it! You're not done yet!" he barked, his tone brooking no argument.

The man, swallowing his fear, grabbed his knife, his hands shaking as he thrust the blade into the creature's throat.

The Thunder Bat's death throes subsided, leaving the man panting, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He pushed the lifeless body off him and nodded gratefully to Lyerin, albeit still shaking from the encounter.

The intense battle continued, and for every Thunder Bat that fell, two more seemed to take its place.

The night was ablaze with flashes of blue lightning and muzzle fire, painting the battleground with an eerie, surreal glow.

The shouts and commands became more coordinated as the tribe worked together, covering each other's backs and felling Thunder Bats with ruthless efficiency.

Lyerin's voice was a constant in the chaos, his words harsh and unforgiving, driving them to press forward and not let up.

The tide of battle was relentless, but with each passing minute, his people became sharper, their movements more precise, and their fear ebbed away.

Their once-panicked commands grew into confident calls, and Lyerin watched with satisfaction as they began to work as a cohesive unit.

This was what he'd been training them for—strength, resilience, and unity.

They were finally beginning to resemble a force that could face the challenges to come.

However, just as they were gaining the upper hand, a piercing screech tore through the air, louder and more menacing than any before.

The fighters paused, glancing upward, and their expressions shifted to one of sheer horror. An enormous Thunder Bat, three times the size of the others, circled above them, its wings crackling with vicious arcs of electricity.

Lyerin's eyes narrowed.

This one was different.

It wasn't just another beast; it was a true threat.

He could feel the malevolent energy radiating from it as if it were sizing him up.

Lyerin sneered inside of his head and spoke, "We can take it down, send the bullets through its head!"

As Lyerin's shout echoed across the battlefield, his warriors' adrenaline spiked, their voices rising in panicked excitement and half-crazed anticipation.

A torrent of gunfire erupted, bullets pouring relentlessly into the charging beast, a hulking amalgam of scales and sinew that towered over them, its thick hide gleaming with a dull, otherworldly sheen.

"Fire! Fire! Keep it coming!" a soldier yelled, his voice trembling but fervent, his finger clamped down on the trigger as he sprayed the beast's torso.

Behind him, others were shouting frantically, caught between awe and terror at the monstrous opponent.

"Hit the head!" someone screamed, his eyes wild. "The head, not the body! Just like Chief said!"

The soldiers readjusted, rallying behind Lyerin's words, tightening their aim to the center mass.

Bullets tore into the beast's torso, making it reel backward with each blow. But it staggered back only slightly, seemingly impervious to their relentless onslaught, though with each impact, scales were beginning to peel away, exposing softer, vulnerable flesh beneath.

The sound of bullets ricocheting off its hide was deafening—a ceaseless staccato of metallic pings and fleshy thuds.

Shouts and screams layered over the noise, the cacophony of battle rising to a fever pitch.

"Keep going! We're wearing it down!" a voice bellowed through the clamor.

And then a soldier shrieked, "It's weakening, it's slowing down!" His voice was hoarse, straining with the effort of shouting over the relentless firing.

The beast's once-mighty form was beginning to falter, its limbs swaying with an unnatural sluggishness as the bullets took their toll.

Blood trickled from countless wounds, dripping onto the earth in thick, black pools.

"Don't stop!" Lyerin's voice cut through the chaos, powerful and commanding. "Drive those bullets right through it!"

The men let out a united, guttural roar, pushing forward with renewed vigor.

One particularly fierce soldier, eyes blazing with determination, surged forward, his gun clutched tight in his hands as he poured round after round into the beast.

He was screaming, voice raw and primal, matching the monster's own guttural growls as it struggled against them.

A final shot rang out—its sound slicing through the heavy air like a knife—and the creature let out a low, guttural groan.

Its body shuddered, massive form swaying as though caught in slow motion before it crashed down in a defeated heap, kicking up clouds of dust and broken earth around it.

The soldiers held their collective breath, fingers twitching, still ready to fire if needed, but the beast lay still. Defeated.

A beat of silence, and then the tension broke.

The soldiers erupted into cheers, voices raised in victory, filling the air with cries of triumph and relief.

"Ha! We did it! We actually took it down!" someone yelled, laughing incredulously as he wiped sweat from his brow.

Another soldier clapped his comrade on the back, grinning widely. "Can you believe it? I thought we were goners for sure!"

Around them, men hooted and laughed, fists raised in the air as the shock of survival slowly gave way to unrestrained joy.

They slapped each other on the backs, their faces alight with a mix of exhaustion and elation.

One man, shaking his head, laughed breathlessly, "I'm going to remember this day until the end of my life!"

"Lyerin's tribe isn't to be messed with!" another shouted proudly. "With him leading us, no beast stands a chance!"

Their cheers rolled across the battlefield like thunder, each voice merging with the next in an almost tangible wave of celebration.