Slade watches as his elite federation force slowly wipes out the fierce felac fighters. Although the forest warriors outnumbered the soldiers four to one, the federation troops superior technology helps them to keep off most of the felac attacks. Because of their advanced martial arts the felacs are far superior hand to hand fighters despite their size, in individual fights they could beat the better armed soldiers. But the rog brotherhood has an advantage.
With an almost inborn pack mentality the hierarchy has always been an integral part of the rog society and psyche. With a lifetime of training, a well defined chain of command, good communication and, undying loyalty, the rogs have excelled at coordinated combat. At first they used it to hunt game, then larger and larger game until they were the first men on Tharsis to kill a Dragon. (An accomplishment still celebrated to this day as an annual federation holiday, Dragon Day, as well as in other ways.)
Once the rogs "joined" the United Federation of Tharsis they instantly became the majority of the federation soldiers. The synergy between the Federation's magic technology and the rog society quickly elevated the soldiers to an unstoppable fighting force across Tharsis.
The female felac has personally knocked out four of the dozen or so soldiers that are lying unconscious on the woven floor. But she's beginning to get tired. Slade watches in fascination as the obviously exhausted forest girl keeps two rogs at bay.
Jumping up onto the bar Shia lands just as one of the big men grabs for her legs and the other shoots at her waist. Before either rog hits his mark the girl jumps off the bar, flips in mid air ,and lands upside down clinging to one of the ceilings main support branches. She uses her whip with her right hand as she hangs onto the ceiling with her left hand and both legs. The forest girl lassos one of her attackers by the throat with her whip, its anti-shield technology allowing her to get a hold of him. She then uses all her strength to fling the large man backward as her other attackers continue to shoot at her.
Using the big soldiers momentum as he flies back toward the wall Shia pushes herself off of the ceiling. Flying through the air like the free end of a nunchuck. The agile girl swings around and hits her second attackers shields with such force that he is bounced off his feet and flung around inside the shield as if he were trapped in an energy bubble.
Hitting the ground in a roll the girl presses the button that releases her whip from around the rog's neck. Rolling into a standing stance Shia is ready for the next attack, which comes quickly from a third soldier.
Slade starts to get concerned for the girl when another of his men joins in the fight and the forest girl stumbles as she leaps up onto a chair and then throws it at an attackers with he feet as she jumps off and away from them. She lands precariously as another soldier takes her by surprise. The small girl falls and the soldier aims at her head. Luckily she is quick and scooches out of the way by sliding between the large slow soldiers legs.
When the soldier realizes where she is, it is too late as she brings her feet up to his groin and pushes hard from underneath as she yanks out his feet. The large man goes down like a three hundred pound rock and Shia is quickly on her feet and on the move.
If I don’t stop her the last men standing will surly go to far and might kill her! Slade thinks startled by the look of frustration and loathing for the "girl" on his men's faces. The rog captain studies the girl’s movements with an analytical eye. He focuses in on the girl and searches out the beat and rhythm he knows is driving her.
Tyc watch’s dazed and amazed as the black clad warriors fight with the wild, jungle fighters. The boy is enthralled with the skilled movements of the long tailed fighters bodies as they spin and fly through the air, and then land on their feet fighting. They are a vision of near perfect balance and harmony of movement. Their way of fighting reminds the teen of the ancient Asian martial arts. He has seen many twentieth and twenty-first century martial arts films as a kid, but he had never seen anything, not even big budget special effects blockbusters, with this kind of action.
The forest warriors surpass even the most powerful martial arts masters. Tyc watches amazed as one very small warrior slightly obscured by the large trunk, jumps onto the ceiling as he uses some kind of strange energy weapon that moves like a rope... or a whip. He watches as the extremely agile fighter jumps from the ceiling and throws one of the black soldiers with his energy rope into a wall, as he flings himself at another soldier getting ready to attack him. The teen sees the wild jungle fighter roll and land nearby and when the warrior looks up he is shocked by the sight before his visored eyes.
Oh my god! It's a girl! It's as if each previous moment of Tyc's life has been leading him to this moment. His heartbeat accelerates as the spellbinding female captures his spirit and whisks it away in her wake. Mesmerized by the forest girl's savage beauty, the teenage boy can't take his eyes off her.
Slender and extremely well toned the hypnotizing girl has large emerald eyes which smolder with an intense passion. As if sculpted by an artist her high cheek bones, slender slightly upturned nose, and dark full lips seem to redefine the boy's perception of beauty. Her dark sensuous mouth is opened into a snarl as she faces her next foe. Tyc sees that she has sharp, ever so slightly elongated canines, these only add to her exotic allure. Small pointed ears peak out from under the girls wild mane of hair, as she spins and twirls. Stripes, only a shade darker than the rest of her skin perforate her tan, olive toned complexion all over her body.
As the spinning girl's tunic lifts up her gorgeous well toned legs the boy can see that the simple striped pattern is larger and darker on her legs and gets smaller and paler as they get closer to her shoulders and face, until it almost looks like light freckles around her nose, fingers, and toes. Tyc notices how her coloring around her face ties into her thick eyebrows and dark brown hair with chestnut highlights.
The boy watches, fascinated by the feline grace and dexterity of the exotic enchantress. Her movements are fluid, like a raging river twisting and turning between the harsh inflexible black warriors, yet in total control.
Tyc cannot take his eyes off the girl, she is so strangely beautiful and beautifully strange. Her being has captured his spirit and is now in total control of his being. Her fight brings flashes of heat to the teen as every attacker makes the boy feel tense and frightened for the complete stranger. But he quickly sees that the fear is unwarranted. Geez she's awesome! The hypnotized teen thinks as he watches the little girl make short work of the giant soldiers.
But the boy is not completely convinced the girl is safe as he looks around and sees there are more black soldiers standing now than there were before. Then he watches as one gets up, the soldier the girl had knocked out only minutes before. The boy fears for the girl's safety as three soldiers team up against her. He quickly analyzes the multiple layered energy beam songs from the soldier's visor that has been replaying over and over in his head.
"Oh thank god!" Tyc says aloud as he realizes the chy being shot by the soldiers is a painless incapacitation ray.
A few minutes before, Tyc was a neutral party watching strange alien factions in some kind of branchy bar battle, but he is no longer neutral now. Now he feels something drawing him to this female, despite her very alien appearance her spirit turns his spirit on.
A particularly big and burly soldier deliberately makes his way to the girl, passing through the black clad warriors as they move to make way for him. Three of the fierce jungle fighters still standing single out the dark soldier and head towards him. In a twist the felacs are ganging up on one rog. But that is of little relevance to the steely warrior who incapacitates them with an energizing look to his right, a paralyzing point with his left hand and a simple punch to the jaw of the attacker coming head on.
Tyc is stunned as he watches the three small fighters fall to the ground at the same time, it's as if he had anticipated their movements. It suddenly hit’s the boy as he watch’s the big ebony warrior carve a path through the melee.
"Oh no, he’s going for her!" Tyc exclaims, maybe a little louder than he should have, as he suddenly becomes very concerned for the exotic jungle female. She doesn't see him coming! The teen realizes when he sees the girl is preoccupied with two of the big soldiers.
Tyc searches frantically for some of the girl's comrades, hoping one will come to her aid, but he doesn’t see any help or hope for the poor exotic girl. The large ominous figure approaches the obviously tiring girl unimpeded, red and orange energy beams taking out every small forest fighter who crosses his path.
Shia is tired, very tired. She can no longer think rationally. Every decision is made on pure instinct. Her grandfather used to take her out for weeks deep into the jungle and they would play war. She would have to fight the old chee warrior for hours and hours. She was trained well, Jeva was in fact the best chee trainer the tribe had ever known.
Later when Shia's grandfather became to old to train her, she had Wingsong help train her by attacking her with his magic. This brought a whole new element to her training that other chee warriors never had. But this, this is crazy. The tired teen manages to think as she fights off two rogs at once. Every muscle in her body screams with agony, yet somehow she manages to go on, reaching through the pain and fatigue as she feels herself making more and more mistakes. Shia starts to get scared when she sees that there are more rogs than felacs up and fighting.
Spin, kick, SMACK! The forest girl’s foot hits one of her attackers in the head and he slumps to her feet unconscious. She then jumps up on the bar and jumps over two rogs heads who shoot at the tree trunk instead of their intended target. It is then that she sees the steadfast leader of the soldiers approaching, and it is then that she knows she cannot last much longer. Fear and the instinct to flee suddenly threatens to take her before the fatigue.
Slade decides it is time to approach the girl, and put an end to this before something happens that he may regret. He doesn't want to spend the next month in court testifying about this young girl’s death. "It was an act of self defense, she was a mortal threat to my men and in my opinion they took appropriate action." Is what the federation captain would say hundreds of times before it was all over, and the whole time he would secretly be mourning this wild, beautiful creature.
Better to knock her out now, and end it rather than live with another unjust murder. Slade thinks as he makes his way up to the gorgeous female felac. His men keep her occupied as he gets closer. By Aries, she's incredible! Slade thinks as he approaches the bar circling the tree trunk where she is standing spinning her whip over her head so it forms an energy shield around her entire body. Magic lasers and gloved hands alike are deflected by the girls improvised shield as the three soldiers veraciously attack her.
Slade watches the girl, trying to pick up the rhythm and beat of her inner chee. The federation captain knows something that no other federation soldier knows. Chee warriors have a unique internal song which they sing in their heads as they fight. The steady perfectly timed repetition not only keeps them going, it gives them the flowing control despite the chaos around them. In fact he has taken to playing the same music in all his men's earpieces during a battle so there fighting will be more synchronized. His first lieutenant is in charge of creating a playlist of the men's song picks and then starting the playlist at the beginning of every battle. Captain Navar’s men have improved their productivity fifteen percent during battle simulations since the addition of the synchronized battle songs.
Finally finding the rhythm and beat of the girl's song Slade realizes it is starting to falter as she begins to get tired. He is able to find a slight glitch in the girls shield as her wrist slows for an instant in its rotation. Now all he has to do is wait for a good shot, which should be easy given her fatigued state.
Tyc watches in terror as the large black warrior steps up to within a few feet of the enchanting female. The large, over seven foot tall warrior is impressive, with broad shoulders and enormous arms and legs. Jesus Christ his thighs are almost as big as my waist . He could F@#king break her in two with just his god damn hands.
The frustrated teen watches helpless as the large warrior stops within a dozen feet of the female and just waits. His heart racing the boy breaks into a sweet as he watches the scene unfold. For a moment he realizes how irrational he's being. They're just going to knock her out! But the thought does not take as the teen begins to empathize with the lone wild warrior. The seconds slowly slip by as Tyc waits for what he knows will be a terrible tragedy. His mind in turmoil, the slightly obsessive teen keeps thinking the multi-layered weaponized chy songs over in his haphazard head almost at an attempt to self-sooth. He has figured out that the simple stem song is probably another security song and has almost figured out it's anti-song.
Seeing exhaustion in the graceful female’s eyes as she glances over at the new threat the boy's heart is pierced with a pity that liquefies him. He suddenly flashes back to when he was holding Hilly as she disappeared. The little girl knew she was going and all the boy could do was sit there. I was helpless then, just like I'm helpless now...
The three black warriors are using both their glove weapons and their eye lasers to shoot at the visibility fatigued female.
