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_ Another act of a war never before seen. Another piece of Hell unleashed on Earth _

Chapter 41: The last wing to tear

Glacial had been finally retaken. Alexis had avenged her family, and took back for herself what was effectively hers. It was pretty evident, though, that her greatest wish for the moment still was to hang Riaku to the ceiling from the balls and beat him down to a pulp, making the torture last as long as possible.

Alexis's hate for Riaku had definitely not faded, nor had it diminished at all... But Killer, overall, was relieved by how things had gone. Riaku had, once more, shown great improvements. Killer could almost dare saying that he had seen, for the first time in years, the true Riaku, the compassionate, innocent and friendly boy that had fought against himself and against Fate to become someone, to get not just into the army, but into the best of the best, into the Predators, the absolute elite. The Riaku that had always been sincere and reliable, sticking to honor and common sense on everything he did.

The wonderful person, in short, that Riaku was in the deep. The mirror of his mother Diana. The bright of his father Killer, who hoped for Anubis nothing else that grow up to be as good a person as Riaku had been.

And hopefully still is...

The Black Lightning had made evident already during the duel that he was going to be absolutely loyal this time, and pay his debts in whatever way possible. And he had accepted the fact that Alexis all but stomped away to take a shower and try to forget he was so close to her position, as soon as she had defeated him.

Not that he could have complained, anyway... Killer thought with a slight grimace. He had never seen such murderous light in Alexis's eyes, and never felt such levels of rage radiate, mixed with brutal power, from her. It truly was scary... and the huge male himself would have accurately avoided making her angry in such a moment. Even without knowing how she could literally make your head explode in a splatter with just a glare, just looking into her furious, icy eyes was frightening enough to ice blood, at that moment.

Killer had taken Riaku away, and negotiated an agreement with him in a large room of the royal palace. The negotiation itself had been fast and easy: Riaku agreed without hesitations to leave the capital immediately, together with his troops, handing their positions as soon as possible to Glacial's rebels, now back into the charge of Regular Army, and to the Predators as they came to take their place.

The safety of the town had thus been granted... even though, luckily, the fears of an attempted takeover of the RA hadn't materialized: the enemy troops hadn't shown up again, save from several aerial raids. No nukes, though, and nothing that Kesteven's forces couldn't tackle and control. Talon had been scrambled continuously, and had leaded his squadrons of Typhoons in fight... but at times, he hadn't even had to engage the RA, since Fenrir would reach the area first, bring his Su30 close to the RA planes and escort them out of Glacial's air space.

Riaku's commitment to the agreement reached had been total... and overall, it truly was a luck, because failing to protect the airspace would have caused an obscene massacre, since the joy of Glacial's population had been impossible to restrain, and the whole town had been feasting in the streets for the return of their queen, and for the king that they now had gained.

The troops of Riaku were still protecting most of the villages and all of the major towns in the north of Glacial, and the Black Lightning had ensured to protect the people of the kingdom until his garrisons were reached by Killer's forces and progressively relieved of the task.

No black holes in the power and blackouts of the law along the kingdom. No population left alone, ready to be victim of an RA invasion. In that sense, Riaku had been extremely helpful.

And it was help extremely needed: the troops that Killer had in the kingdom weren't enough to take responsibility over such a wide territory in such tight time-frame. The rebels were being armed and lined up in new formations, but to complete the rebirth of Glacial's Armed Forces, quite a long time and many efforts were needed. It was still a long time before Glacial could stand on its own, and send its own troops in the towns to protect them. Riaku's support was thus absolutely invaluable.

Besides, the RA was far from being defeated: in the south of the kingdom, in fact, the forces of the alliance had gathered up and reorganized their front, putting up a merciless resistance. Alexander and Siegfried had already moved down there, accompanied by the Praetorians, to take the lead of the offensive down the course of the Road 43. The enemy had deployed many Warlord super-tanks, regiments of SAS exoskeleton-enhanced super-soldiers and even a new model of Unmanned Combat Walker that was apparently being mass-produced and was already being used in noticeable numbers.

It was a tremendous firepower, capable to erase a nation from the maps in no time... and Alexander had ran down there with every tank available to keep things under control: the RA, with such powerful assets at the ready, could be expected to move north with a violent and unrestrainable offensive, if it wasn't engaged preventively and forced on the defensive.

Killer rubbed a hand absently down his bulky, masculine chest, loving the feel of the hot water running down his form. As always, even under the shower, his mind worked hard to focus on the situations at hand. Time was precious, and little. It was evident that he and Alexis would have had to leave Glacial soon, bringing with them as many soldiers as possible, and move south to help Alexander and Siegfried in the ongoing offensive. The RA had been defending with insane dedication the south of the kingdom, and that most likely meant they had serious interests in the area. And wherever they have such great interests, we have all the possible motivations to intervene and cause havoc. We may even manage to understand them some more...

Besides, the kingdom had to be freed as soon as possible. The people of Glacial had been suffering more than enough because of the occupation... And, admittedly, Killer wanted ardently to head back home, and hold his cubs in his arms, and stay with his family. His son and his beloved daughter were growing up without him and their mother, and it saddened him immensely to think about everything he was losing. Every minute away from his children felt wasted.

They had to understand what was exactly the true interest of the RA in southern Glacial. They had to find the earth of their front... they hadn't enough troops to take over the whole front. They could merely be a stinging pin... but if we sting the right way the earth... we can still win.

In that special place, the focus of the RA's interest, surely they would've found the last of the Winged Commanders of the RA.

Kumari, nicknamed Black Wings. The most powerful of the four super-bastards with fancy wings.

Black Wings had been reported to be a true curse for the forces in the south. Both Alexander and Siegfried had engaged him in a situation, but Kumari had had the upper hand every time. He moved fast, flying on his own along the whole front, and causing havoc here and there, choosing a different point every time.

Whenever he decided to strike, he was able to force the whole army to retreat with his insane power. He had caused a true slaughter down there, in more than an occasion... and the troops urgently needed a boost of confidence. When your weapons prove useless against an enemy, and you see your friends die, after all, your mood rapidly crumbles. And your enemy becomes even more invincible in your mind... it's a self-destructive process.

That we need to stop. The presence of Killer and Alexis would have immediately changed the troop's mood and confidence for the better, and that was why the two had already announced their arrival and had tried to fix every matter as rapidly as possible, to get ready to move.

Off course, that had once more cost them the sacrifice of every personal freedom. They had barely rested a few hours, to recover a bit from the latest battles... and had some... "victory celebrations", as Alexis liked to call them.

She had told him of her duel and of her talk with Vera while he mounted her, and thrust slowly and powerfully into her, letting her legs squeeze around his waist, pulling him closer. It hadn't been a real surprise to hear of Vera's interest for him... she certainly made no mystery of it... but still, it had been awesome to hear Alexis tell him of Vera's lust. It had been wonderful to hear her sexy, hoarse voice telling him how the Suicide-Maker all but waited for him to take her over... It had added a whole new, spicy thrill to the awesomeness of their sex.

And had made up a note in his to-do schedule, too. Vera was, after Alexis, the most awesome female he had ever saw. And from the very beginning, he had been feeling the strong desire to take her on.

He didn't even need to think about the good of having such a powerful warrior and such a source of information on his side to felt compelled to do whatever was needed to have Vera.

To save her, too, in some way. Vera was a victim of the RA from when she was a child... Far more than enough.

Nigel could imagine what mass of thoughts Killer must had running around his head. Well, perhaps he ignored the part about Vera... at least the part about her will to change side, more accurately.

But even knowing the kind of serious thinking that the king was facing, even under the shower, didn't really changed things: Nigel couldn't avoid looking towards the king.

Killer was taking his shower a few positions down the row, on the opposite side of the room. The giant liger, regardless of his title and of his power, had spent his time in the barrack of the royal guard of the Glacial's palace. The palace itself, after all, needed to be repaired after the damages of the battles and years of near abandon.

King and queen had merely taken for them one of the room of the officers... And Killer had no troubles in taking a shower together with tens of soldiers. He's been a soldier for all his life anyway...

And then, admittedly... Killer evidently did not know shame or timidity. He certainly never had fear to be inferior to the other boys in the locker room, that's for sure...

Admittedly, it was a feeling that Nigel had never before know himself. Nigel was huge, far taller and bigger than average, from when he was still very young. He had entered the army very soon, and had always been training to improve himself and his performances, putting the bar always a bit higher. The results had been extremely good: Nigel was, pretty simply, built like a battle tank. And a big one at that.

He was big all over, besides. Huge, more correctly, even when flaccid, and he had always been used to be far bigger than anyone else. And that mix of force, size, and virility, had made of him a respected and feared person first, and soldier later. He was easily recognized by the others as the leading figure, in every circumstance, since no one wanted to be on the wrong side of such a behemoth. Thus he had always held firm dominance over everyone. Not that he was cruel... but he was perfectly capable to put in line even the most troublesome elements, and intimidate anyone. Such a characteristic was invaluable, and had gained him the attention of the high commanders of the army: he had immediately been trained to become an officer, and later assigned to the command of a squadron of Glacial's Special Forces.

Nigel was, shortly, used to look down at people. Literally and metaphorically... and having to rise his head to look up to Killer's eyes, so much above his own, was already a quite incredible feeling. It sent a thrill down the huge male's spine, a thrill of admiration, reverence... fear, even. And it was arousing like very few things had ever been on him. To look at all that towering, crushing power, reminding how those enormous muscles had flexed and lifted up the Warlord tank on the cliff... How that massive, powerful body had destroyed Regina merely by raping her... Nigel felt the thrill of it heat his body up with lust. It aroused him, at least as much as it would arouse him to see Alexis walking up towards him, naked and wonderful.

And it was so effective on him because Nigel knew that Killer was so powerful that he could easily dominate him with a single hand, and treat him like a bitch.

Oh, yes. Nigel, the dominant-officer, feared and respected, actually loved to be dominated, and craved it, hard.

It had been a complete surprise, for the same Nigel in first place... but after all, he had never thought he could have ever found someone stronger than him, with how easy it was for him to play with other people. In fight as in sex, Nigel was a born ruler, and had always easily gained the top even of the greatest orgies, even when the female soldiers of the Special Forces had been of the game, with their toughness and their strength.

But Alexis...

Alexis was younger, back then. The princess of Glacial, and a newcomer into the Special Forces. She had just left the fighter aircrafts to become all-time sniper, and was already climbing up the ranks at amazing speed, by means of formidable force, coldness and merciless efficiency. From the first moment, Alexis had looked to Nigel like he was her most-vaunted and precious prey... and she had called him to her bed.

It had been a life-changing experience, to say the least. Expecting to get on top of her, like he always did with everyone, Nigel was shocked to be knocked down and shoved on the bottom, powerless against her force, torn asunder in front of her dominant gaze, shoved back by her force.

Nigel brushed a hand down his neck, rubbing gently over the collar of slightly-worn black leather that he never, never pulled of from when Alexis wrapped it around his throat as the water ran down his own potent, masculine form.

Cold water, to be accurate... it helped him keeping his cock flaccid, preventing it to rise and grow to its glorious erection, as he drank of the amazing sight of Killer's form in the other shower.

Alexis had been so powerful, so unrestrainable... she had controlled him so utterly... Nigel had never been able to forget the way she had used and abused him. It had been addictive, giving him incredible pleasure, far more than he thought possible.

From that day, Nigel had been more interested in being dominated and used, than in dominating. But it had not been easy. Although Alexis cherished him as her favorite plaything back then, saying that he was "the toy that most closely resembled Wyvern's hot body" that she had at her disposal, she refused to use him nearly as often as he would have liked. Alexis liked to change, and to put on a leash every strong male available, so he only was called up every now and then...

And filling the meantimes was very complex. Nigel had soon realized that finding another female strong enough to dominate him like Alexis could do so easily was impossible. Alexis was unique, more than rare... and even the strongest comrade girls of the Special Forces regiment weren't a match for him.

He would let them get on top and rule him, but it definitely wasn't the same thing. It felt cheap and fake... and it didn't give him the pleasure he dreamed.

Nigel had tried to find a master between males... but even though it had been often more rewarding, it still had been far from the experience of being abused by Alexis.

He had found a few strong, powerful males capable to dominate him quite convincingly... but always only if he did not fight back.

Nigel was a giant, and a powerful, excellently-trained combat machine, and no one had ever been bigger and stronger than him. Save for Alexis.

Besides... having a cock nearly twice as big as the one supposed to be dominating you, sorta ruins the effect... Nigel thought with a bit of a smirk cresting his muzzle for a short moment. His hand absently rubbed down his long, dangling flaccid shaft, enjoying the imposing, strong-feeling thickness and size of it... But he had to swiftly break contact as he felt a new shiver of lust running in his loins, menacing to get his cock up and gloriously erect in front of the king and under the eyes of all the other soldiers bathing down the rows of showers.

His cock had always been another source of pride and power, another field where he had always been superior... at over 40 inches when erect, he was absolutely massive, and normally unrivaled.

But now... he turned again towards Killer's towering form, trying to hide his gaze as he rubbed his hands in his hair, washing up with the cold water and hoping not to be caught staring so hungrily and amazedly over the king's powerful body.

Nigel couldn't help, but admire the wonderful sculpture of muscles, the way every fiber of Killer's being flexed and bulged with every little movement, muscles filled with unrestrainable force, seeming to be about to explode out of the male's skin and fur, too big to be contained.

And speaking of big things, Nigel blushed a bit as he caught his eyes once more staring south, trying without success to look away, only to fully focus immediately back on Killer's cock as the immense member dangled a bit with a movement of the king.

Killer's cock was legendary, in the Northlands and beyond. There were tales of any kind about it, funnily enough... tales that went from memories of girls who had shared a bed with him to fearsome stories about the way he raped to death hundreds of people every day for seven years, leaving whole towns ghostly and desert, littered with destroyed, sperm-soaked corpses.

Nigel had admired Killer in action on Regina, and gaped in front of such forceful, destructive rape... and his amazement still was total whenever he looked over Killer's monstrous shaft.

The king's cock, even when still flaccid, easily put Nigel's huge fully erect one to shame. If Killer was erect himself, there was no comparison at all, but merely humiliation. Nigel had been eyeing that massive member with desire from when Killer had stripped naked into the locker room, and much as he tried to force himself not to stare at it, he inexorably ended up looking at the massive obsidian colossus.

No one knew the exact number of Killer's victims... But it was in the region of the millions. And his cock had been the weapon that had slaughtered a good part of those victims. There was an incalculable number of lives that been destroyed upon that immense shaft. But it did not deter Nigel's interest.

It just made that interest greater.

Nigel rubbed a hand absently down his neck, tilting her head to the side to look away from the massive frame of the king... But without even noticing it, immediately after Nigel found himself staring openly between Killer's leg, to gape at the sight of the dangling member that hung past the king's knees.

It had to be well over four feet long, and Killer was supremely unaroused at the moment... Nigel knew full well that, much as his cock already looked enormous and thick like a redwood, it was nothing compared to what it would become once erect.

Besides, Killer was a Master, in all and for all. Hell, he had had Regina begging him to rape her to death. He had had her gargling his piss and thanking him. He had used her in every possible way, until the demoness hadn't managed to take it anymore and her body had literally been torn into pieces... And without ever looking to the crowd that surrounded him in the meanwhile, Killer had dominated them all, just with his overwhelming presence, just with the sheer amount of power that his body showed, and that dared any rival to step forwards and be destroyed.

Hell, he bent Alexis! She proudly claims she's his bitch... No one, no one was ever spared by kneeling before Mistress Alexis...

Nigel shivered at the thought. A shiver hot and lustful: Alexis had crushed him down and used him effortlessly, like he merely was a toy. And he had been powerless against her and her dominance.

How immensely powerful Killer was, to be able to shove Alexis down under himself!

Many of the soldiers down the rows of showers left, walking towards the door of the locker room, and Killer himself shut down the water, even if he calmly squeezed his dripping mane, but Nigel noticed it with a suspicious delay.

He twitched, trying to repress a blush as he suddenly become aware that everyone was leaving, and he quickly shut the shower and ran his hands into his hair before stepping out and walking towards the locker, joining the queue of soldiers ahead.

Killer, thought, still towered near his own shower, giving him the shoulders... And Nigel gaped slightly as he looked over the godlike musculature sculptured onto the king's back. The potent legs of the huge male, spread wide, gave him a breath-catching sight of testicles of absurd weight, each manly sphere much larger than a beach-volley ball... And ahead dangled the immense black shaft, dripping with water, and godlike enough to crown the powerful example of virility of the king's form.

Nigel once more missed a step, and he cursed under his breath when he understood it, quickly forcing himself to walk away... much as he wished to just stay there and look on as long as possible.

"Come here, bitch." Killer's voice commanded, and Nigel froze on the threshold of the locker room.

He swallowed thickly, feeling his cheeks heating up violently as a few of the soldiers looked at him... But he couldn't ignore the call of the king. He knew full well who Killer was calling.

Nigel closed his eyes and quickly snagged the closer towel before turning on the spot and walk back rapidly towards the towering figure of the king.

"Fast, you little slut!" Killer snarled, and Nigel shivered at the way the fellow male's deep, potent voice shock his chest. It seemed to shake the whole shower room. Nigel swallowed again, struggling to keep himself flaccid, but feeling his cock twitch and starting to harden up, this time in a way that told him he wasn't going to manage to keep it down... But he quickly jogged up to the massive male liger, much as he felt a vicious coldness ice his body over, mixing with the heat of his loins, that only grew worse, and feeling cold sweat forming on his temples.

"On your knees, bitch." Killer calmly stated, and Nigel gaped for a moment, before quietly drop to his knee on the wet floor, lowering his head.

"Well? What's that...? Come here, you slut, don't stay there like a statue." The king ordered, impatience filtering onto his tone even as he kept calmly running a hand in his mane to move back long bangs of white fur.

Nigel stared up at him in surprise for a second, but he silently nodded, crawling forwards on his knees to reach the giant male that gave him the shoulders right ahead.

Killer grinned slightly to himself as he heard the fellow, bulky male move on his knees to come up to him, and he looked at him with a merciless smirk of power from over his shoulder as he lifted his tail out of the way and spread his legs a bit wider, letting his heavy, enormous cock dangle in its epic proportions straight in front of Nigel's face.

"Come, bitch, and put that towel to good use... drain this big piece of male up." Killer ordered softly. A softness that did nothing to hide the order in his words, and the power behind it... It made Nigel shiver as he crawled forwards some more, stopping between Killer's thick, potent legs, staring first along one and then up the other beefy, strong pillar of muscle, wondering at the thick, perfect definition of the musculature that flexed with mighty at every minimum movement.

It was overwhelming, and the thick scent of manliness did nothing to help him: Nigel was already panting softly, amazed at the potent, rich smell of male that filled his nose and seemed to made the very air around him dense and thick.

There was no balsam, no soap, no smell that could mask Killer's scent. Not one. Even now, the scent of the king was power and virility that overcame everything else.

Nigel shakily looked up, to see the enormous testicles that heavily loomed over his head, gigantic and proud, crammed with gods knew how much powerful seed... Nigel knew he could have put his head inside each of those godlike balls and still there would have been large room.

And he shivered, hard, letting out a hot, shaky breath when he looked straight ahead at the dangling, monstrous obsidian shaft of the male.

He had no words for it. Godlike came to mind immediately, but he wasn't too sure about it... It did not seem to make justice to that glorious beast of black, thick flesh.

"Come on, bitch... don't fear it. It won't hurt you... for now at least." Killer teasingly said, grinning widely as he rested his hands at his hips... And Nigel blushed, but quickly stretched his arms up to reverently touch the monster with the white towel in his hands.

The contact was a shock that almost made him groan in lust. He could feel the large veins protruding from it across the thick cloth, he felt the heat of the immense organ even across the towel... and it transmitted him a feeling of power that he could not describe. His fingers squeezed a bit on the enormous length, and Nigel let out a pant at how pathetic his thick digits felt, lost on a girth so massive that he couldn't enclose neither with both hands.

He tried not to make it too evident... he tried to move slowly and gently, rubbing the towel along the colossal, flaccid cock like he was touching a God, but Killer did not miss the light, needy groping, and the fact that Nigel was rapidly turning it more into a masturbation that anything else, as he stroked up and down the immense obsidian member, impatient to see it grow into astonishing, glorious erection.

"Feel it, bitch... There's only one King. Feel how he's built, feel how powerful he is." Killer growled calmly, dropping his head backwards a bit with a grin of dominant, delighted relax as the fellow male whimpered a worshipping and shamelessly pumped on the immense organ...

Until Killer slowly, imposingly turned to face him as he came close, and Nigel met the icy blue eyes and the grin that, alone, made him feel like he was little and powerless, little more than a bug. The king now looked even bigger, more powerful, more muscular: instead of looking down at him from 18 feet of height and power, Nigel felt like he was being looked down at from 180 feet, no less.

And he understood why Alexis worshipped Killer so much.

Without a word, Killer drew his huge hand back and slapped the fellow male firmly across his muzzle, and Nigel grunted in surprise as he was slammed backwards like a bag of clothes, crashing onto the floor as a gout of blood splattered over his maw, his eyes flashing back up to stare as Killer walked up to him and stomped a foot onto his chest, grinning as he twisted his large paw over him like he was crushing a cigarette under his sole.

"Liked what you saw and see, bitch...? Loved the feeling of my thick, all-male cock?" Killer inquired calmly, and Nigel blushed before growling in instinctive, prideful fight, trying to push up, arching his back to force the larger male to remove his foot from above, but Killer swung his foot forwards and kicked him in the head, forcing him back down roughly and bending down over the smaller male to grab his skull and pull his head towards his enormous black cock.

Nigel immediately reached his hands up to grab Killer's wrists, snarling as he tried to kick his legs up and break free, but Killer slid forwards between his thighs instead, and dropped his heavy, gigantic shaft over Nigel's quickly hardening penis, grinning at the loud slap that resounded down the rows of showers as Killer began to harden up as well, his colossal obsidian shaft already eclipsing Nigel's one with its superior, massive proportions.

"You've dreamed of this from when I broke inside the bunker in Argolis, bitch... Think I didn't notice it...?" Killer stated firmly. "You are all hard already, you slut... You must like this. Admit it, you love this."

Killer paused, grinning widely, before he roughly grabbed Nigel's face with a hand, fingers squeezing onto his skull as he slammed his head back onto the floor and shook it violently, before seizing Nigel by the neck and squeeze menaciously over his throat, over the black collar that Nigel never removed, and that Alexis herself had wrapped around his neck. "Say it, pathetic little bitch, or I'll rape you into pieces just like that other weak bitch of Regina!"

"I loved it!" Nigel groaned, and his own black shaft throbbing powerfully in the full glory of his forty-eight inches of erection ensured that he was only admitting the truth, even before he completely dropped his hopeless resistance, making Killer grin even wider and lick his muzzle slowly as Nigel entirely submitted himself, almost pleading as he murmured: "Please... master... majesty... use me... however you please... And let me see your... your cock in full glory once more..."

"That's what you need, huh, you bitch...? What you truly crave is cock... You long for me to shove you around like the weak little girl you are, and fuck you inside-out with my all-male cock. Is that what you want, you slut...? Will you cry like the little bitch you are if you can't suck my cock and taste a real male?" Killer asked teasingly, leaning closer to Nigel's face and dragging his still-mostly flaccid, enormous cock along the fellow male's abdomen, letting him feel the weight and the formidable sizes of it... and Nigel nodded quickly, hungrily, looking up at him with pure need in his eyes.

"A nod won't do, bitch!" Killer snarled ferociously, slamming Nigel down onto the floor with enough force that several tiles cracked.

"I need you! I need your force... I need your power eclipsing mine... I need you using me like a slave... I need your mega cock, I crave your potent seed all over me... I need your cock, I need to suck it... I'm gonna cry if you refuse my slavery, cry like a baby girl! Because I know... I know that no other male will ever taste as strong as you do!" Nigel cried out, almost whining, panting harshly as he stared up to Killer in submission and need, hungrily waiting for Killer to make a new move.

And Killer grinned down at him, growling lowly as his eyes glowed with domination and control, the giant liger overshadowing the smaller male easily and enjoying how Nigel's powerful musculature flexed and bulged, Nigel's huge shaft throbbing hard...

And Killer's cock, even more gigantic, throbbed with unrestrainable power as it quickly hardened up, Nigel reaching hesitatingly forwards to touch it quietly, almost fearfully, the breath of the male quickening as he stroked a hand down the incredible length of obsidian shaft, before wrapping around the colossal, still-expanding girth.

"Gods... master... it is so huge..." Nigel breathed, and Killer tilted his head back with a dominant grin as he grew towards full, godlike erection, growing and engorging as Nigel began to stroke Killer's shaft, pumping it rapidly as he felt it throb with frightening power, bulging, thick veins pushing at his palm as the gigantic obsidian shaft pressed against his own huge yet far smaller one, obliterating it in humiliating way as 97 inches of black flesh ground domineeringly onto a 48 inches rod, easily doubling Nigel's once unrivaled size.

Killer ground into Nigel slowly, the submissive male staring up at the liger with almost fearful reverence, looking down to their rubbing-together cocks every few instants, to stare at the way the liger's shaft overcame his own in every aspect... And suddenly Killer straddled Nigel, huge testicles resting heavily over his chest as the liger's immense shaft pushed forwards onto the fellow male's face.

Killer's body flexed powerfully as the liger growled lightly, tilting his head backwards as he roughly slapped his immense cock onto the fellow male's face, Nigel staring up into his eyes with a tremble as the liger's titanic cock ground viciously along his muzzle, pushing into his features with high-handedness before Killer pulled slowly back, then grabbed the base of his immense shaft and slammed it down like a club onto Nigel's features as he growled softly: "Oh yes... you little faggot bitch... you love this... you love how much bigger and stronger I am. You love to be my little slave, don't you, bitch...?"

"Yes... Oh, gods, yes, I do!" Nigel breathed, his eyes submissive and pleading, before Killer straightened a bit and guided his gigantic cock against his mouth, spearing forwards with his long, thick shaft, and Nigel's eyes slid closed in ecstasy as the huge head of the liger's shaft pressed slowly into his jaws, his mouth opening wider and wider, the immense cock stretching his face incredibly, until his jaws noisily popped... and as Killer watched his member invade Nigel's jaws, as he felt his muzzle close slowly around his massive cock, Wyvern grinned and growled in pleasure as he reached forwards with his hands to seize Nigel's skull in a iron grip.

"You must have blowed other big cocks in your life... many, huh, you slut...? But from the pop of your jaws, I can tell that one this big you haven't even imagined." Killer said with deceptive softness, that did not hide at all his domination, but actually made it even more evident.

Nigel tried to nod, but he could barely move as the gigantic shaft of the dominant male impaled his face, sinking into his throat and making his neck bulge obscenely as the immense girth reshaped him anew... So he tried to please his owner in another way, struggling to push his tongue out to craddle and massage the liger's enormous length as it forced down his throat.

Killer felt his colossal cock smash onto the back of Nigel's throat, but he merely grinned wider, growling lowly in pleasure and control as he changed a bit the angle of his thrusts to slam his hips forwards powerfully, fucking himself deeper down the fellow male's neck, Nigel gargling a bit around the tremendous girth as he valiantly struggled to swallow and suck hard against his cock, the tight muscles of his throat squeezing firmly around his huge shaft.

Killer wasn't going to be gentle, though, and thrust forwards with vicious power, burying himself even deeper, even as Nigel's back arched and his eyes bulged wide, drool exploding from the corner of his mouth together with blood as Killer's enormous member speared deep enough to force into his stomach. Nigel felt like it wound crush-in his skull and break across his neck, and he felt like his stomach would have been dragged out of his mouth when the behemoth male drew ferociously back, growling lustfully before slamming himself back in even harder, holding Nigel by the back of his head.

Killer was delighted by the loud, hopeless choking and gargling sounds that came from the male beneath, and the liger laughed darkly as he quickly built up a vicious, powerful pace, pounding his enormous member in and out of Nigel's throat, fucking his face brutally: Nigel's muzzle soon bleed heavily from the nose as well, after beating several times against the steel-barrier of Killer's potent abdominals at the end of each piston. The liger's gigantic testicles slapped onto his face and chest like wrecking balls, beating him down worse than he had been hit in most battles: their weight and imposingness was astonishing, and every slam echoed loudly down the rows of showers as Killer abused of the soldier's face for his own selfish pleasure.

"Yeah, you bitch! Witness the power that bent even Alexis, you little cock-slut!" Killer snarled, and he straightened a bit, pulling Nigel closer roughly by the back of his skull as he speeded up even more his ferocious pounding, grunting hungrily as he sawed his enormous cock in and out of the ravaged face, smashing his crotch into Nigel's features at the end of each mighty thrust... before finally, roughly drawing back out, dragging his immense shaft out bit-by-bit, inches-after-inches of his huge member sliding out, dragging out a torrent of thick, blood-reddened drool, until the head of his godlike shaft came free of Nigel's muzzle with a loud pop and a gush of bubbling drool and pre, the submissive tiger looking up at him hungrily before moaning quietly as Killer unceremoniously ground his shaft slowly up his muzzle and growled an order: "Lick my cock clean, bitch."

Nigel nodded rapidly, headless of the sharp pain in his ravaged throat and of the still aching, over-stretched jaws, and he went to work immediately on the drool-soaked obsidian shaft that loomed over his face, stretching his tongue out to lap across the thick, seeming-endless girth of malehood above his muzzle, before dragging his thick tongue slowly along the huge obsidian shaft, licking it slowly along the girthy cock as Killer gripped the base of his own huge shaft and pumped leisurely along his immense virility. "Yeah, cock-slut... polish that cock... worship the king, you little bitch."Killer's other hand stayed tight on the fellow male's skull, and the liger ground down dominatingly onto Nigel, rubbing his immense shaft against his face without mercy, grinning as he stroked on his own massive length, carelessly punching onto Nigel's muzzle at times, while he fervently lapped at his cock.

Killer dropped his head backwards and closed his eyes with a low growl of full control, grinning as he let the pleasure fill all of his form, feeling the submissive tiger's hands eagerly reaching up to needingly touch him, rub down his potent abdominals, caress the girthy base of his shaft... before one of Nigel's hand slid down his happy highway to slowly rub down the slope of a colossal testicle, Nigel reaching up to slowly play with Killer's balls... and Killer grinned wider, predatorily as he teasingly asked: "You love my big balls, don't ya, bitch...? Huge, heavy balls crammed with potent seed... Nothing to share with that tiny little bags of liquid shit that you carry around."

"I love them... I love how big they are..." Nigel hungrily admitted, even as his mouth teasingly kissed along the side of the gigantic black shaft, the smaller male drooling uncontrollably onto the thick flesh, his own spittle falling onto his chest as he moved his head to the side and slowly dragged his tongue down the immense length of liger's malehood, all the way down to slowly lick along the curve of a bloated, colossal testicle, his hands reaching up to reverently fondle at the enormous balls of the kings, Nigel tentatively pushing the immense orbs up and letting out a shocked grunt at the absurd weight, to which Killer answered with a sly grin. "Oh, gods... there's so much seed in here... I saw you hosing Regina, I saw it... it kept coming and coming and coming, wave after wave... I've never seen so much cum... it was everywhere..." Nigel breathed hungrily, and Killer dropped a hand down to squeeze onto his skull lazily, the liger easily dominating the smaller male, leisurely guiding Nigel around the wide surface of his gigantic testicles. "So much... so frigging much... And it blasted out everywhere... Oh, Master! It landed even on me... and I... I felt so... I couldn't resist... I licked it up and tasted it, swallowed it! And now I can't wait to feel it again, all over me, drowning me...!"

"Easy done, bitch." Killer replied, grinning widely. "There's far more than you can chew, slut... far, far more..."

"I know, I know!" Nigel groaned needingly, and Killer let out a quiet growl of pleasure as he felt the fellow male hungrily suck at one of his immense orbs, before Nigel licked back up to the larger, dominant male's shaft, reaching forwards to kiss Killer's large fingers, suckling on them lightly as the liger pumped powerfully along his colossal member. "You're so huge... so powerful..."

Killer grinned widely, and suddenly pulled his hips back as Nigel worked his mouth along the side of his immense penis, mouthing it teasingly... And the liger growled lowly as he seized the fellow male's skull with both hands and slammed his hips forwards, burying his immense length back into Nigel's throat, making him gargle desperately as his eyes bulged wide, tears dropping down his cheeks...

And Killer grinned viciously, letting his head fall back with a groan of pleasure as he began to thrust lazily but powerfully, violently, even, as he dragged forwards Nigel's head to meet each shove forwards of his potent hips. "I can't feel sucking action, bitch... You better suck my cock, and suck it hard, or you'll be the next bitch I rip apart!"

Nigel whimpered at that, in both lust and terror, a sight that resulted even more astonishing considering how big and muscular he was... But he only quickly worked as he was ordered to, starting to bob his head up and down as rapidly as he could manage, shoving his head forwards even as the immense shaft buried into his throat smashed painfully into his stomach every time, his nose bleeding from the painful smacks against the liger's steel-hard abdominals. Killer panted lightly through his grinning fangs, pleasure sparkling through his potent form with every movement of the male-bitch, however, and as he looked down at Nigel, he saw that the abused male was enjoying it even more, one hand wrapped almost viciously around his own huge length and pumping madly along it as pre glistened down the thick fingers.

"You better not touch me with your crappy semen, bitch... I don't want that weak white piss to come close to me." Killer venomously said, and Nigel groaned, desperately aiming his cock down as he pumped on it without control, clearly approaching his first climax... And it indeed came fast, as Nigel spasmed hard for a moment and let out a blissful, gagged grunt from his crammed throat, as his cock exploded forth, blasting heavy volley after heavy volley of seed into the air, painting a long, thick line of semen for over thirteen feet across the room, Nigel trying to aim his steel-stiff cock down as his hand pumped up and down his huge shaft as he fired out what looked like a generous gallon of semen, making the soldiers that looked on from the door of the locker room both amused and amazed.

His orgasm lasted a surprisingly-long time, too... and his black, bulging and sperm-soaked cock felt even harder afterwards, his sexual arousal even higher as he kept sucking hard around Killer's cock, seeking to taste the full force of the giant liger's powerful orgasm, and Wyvern gladly helped, fucking his face brutally as he pumped himself up towards his own release.

Killer growled hungrily, leaning forwards over Nigel's head and beginning to thrust truly violently, forcing Nigel to pull out all he'd got to survive to his ferocious pounding and catch up to his movements, as both hands squeezed on the back of the submissive male's head, Killer's eyes burning with domination and lust as he felt his own immense shaft stiffening rapidly inside his muzzle... and it was only a few minutes later that the liger arched his back with a brutal roar of power and challenge, shoving Nigel's head all the way down his full ninety-seven inches length, his enormous testicles slapping the bleeding maw of the male painfully as his nose ground into his abdominals with every rapid thrust as the liger's colossal cock stiffened up fully for its eruption.

"Prepare, bitch... Because my load will eclipse yours!" Killer announced with a growl, and Nigel groaned... before gurgling in pleasure at the first blast, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head as his muscular arms flexed, his hands grabbing Killer's hips firmly, holding onto them for dear life, looking as if he was in heaven and yet in hell as the massive volley of semen flooded into his stomach with enough force and volume that he felt it bloating inside himself. Over and over, the liger pounded forwards into his jaws, his first blast alone lasting for an eternity, seeming like it would never end, as seed was fired out in a massive jet. Nigel could only give muffled, choked groans of pleasure and cries as he tried to gulp down the massive wave of seed, swallowing as much as he could manage even as he felt like he would explode... until it finally spurted violently back out of his jaws, his eyes bulging in shock as he choked on the pure amount of thick load, semen blowing out of even his nostrils in thick ropes that splattered on the floor and leaked onto his chest...

And finally, as his vision faded into nothingness for the lack of air, Killer drew back with a growling laughter of dominance, delight and derision at the same time, his seed rapidly invading all the space that his retreating cock left behind, and Nigel coughed hard several times, thick gouts of the white stuff splattering out of his maw before he forced himself to gulp it down in huge, painful loads and licked up as much as he could with his long tongue from around his muzzle as new blasts kept coming, splattering onto him and hosing him completely down into an astonishing amount of thick, powerful seed.

"This is the king's load, bitch!" Killer growled as he pumped blast after blast out of his immense shaft, pummeling Nigel with a storm of volleys of semen of several gallons each, before the liger turned to fire his blasts down the row of showers.

Nigel stared weakly at this, laying in a giant lake of sperm that cloaked even his eyes, forcing him to wipe his eye-socket clean with a hand... and he hungrily gaped at the sight of Killer's blast flying over fifty feet across the long room before beginning to drop, splattering perhaps over sixty feet away. It drew a long, large river of sperm on the floor, that effortlessly erased any sign of Nigel's precedent, huge release: Killer's semen blasted across the room with enough force that thick splatters flied up to stain even the walls at the sides, sperm slowly leaking down the tiles...

When his orgasm finally reached an end, Killer was grinning almost viciously, standing tall in the middle of the room, pumping leisurely on his sperm-leaking cock as he looked lazily over a room literally changed by his release.

"Master..." Nigel groaned in delightful amazement, but Killer mercilessly walked back to him and bent down to grab him by the hips, dragging him up on all fours and then grabbing him by the collar , forcing him to crawl like a pet.

Killer slammed Nigel's face down onto the floor, forcing his features to bath onto the thick river of seed on the floor, the liger grinning as he stared down at the fellow male: Nigel laid with his face onto Killer's cum, ass high up in the air and legs spread wide to let his huge cock throb in his hungry, huge erection.

"My seed won't go wasted, bitch!" Killer growled as he dropped immediately to his knees and guided his cock straight to the tiger's tailhole. "You will lick it all up. And the taste will forever remind you of who your Master and Owner is, bitch!"

Killer thrust forwards immediately, cutting off any answer as he growled and grabbed Nigel's hips as he jerked him backwards at the same time, and the soldier howled, his back arching and eyes bulging in shock, agony and an immense thrill running through his body as his cock throbbed hard enough to slap against his chest lightly, feeling his tight passage tearing and blood leaking out around the liger's immense cock... but he only hungrily lapped at the seed that soaked the floor and covered his face, leaning forwards into it even as the brutal shove forwards of the larger male sent him slipping forwards onto the thick, dense cum. He let out a high, masculine cry and moaned as Killer forced more of his colossal shaft forwards with another shove and a growl, more blood squirting out of his violated rosebud and lubricating the liger's huge cock further as he groaned hungrily.

Killer's muscles flexed as he leaned forwards, shoving Nigel down like a rag doll as the submissive male clawed into the floor, shaking his head from side to side in throes of agony and bliss, much as he tried to focus onto lapping the thick, still incandescent seed up from the wet floor, his own huge shaft throbbing and slapping against his chest with every hard thrust of the liger above as his legs trembled violently and gave in. He did not fall, though, since the massive, steel-hard cock of Killer impaled into him effortlessly sustained his body weight up without the liger even noticing.

Killer managed to force half of his shaft into the tiger's ass before he tore back out most of his monstrous length and thrust forwards again with a roar, blood running down around his tremendous girth as his massive cock tore forwards into Nigel's body, obliterating his rosebud and ravaging his guts, and Nigel couldn't help but release a scream as his eyes bulged and rolled back in his head. It was like nothing else tried before. Blood was gushing out around the liger's gigantic shaft, coating it and lubricating it to ease the work of the huge, potent male liger, Killer's huge muscles flexing as he shoved hard downwards as he slammed forwards hard once, twice, and then again and again, ripping a passage for his godlike member...

And then he finally shoved hard forwards with a final arch of his back, muscles bulging hugely, and Nigel felt like he had been torn in two parts by the massive cock now buried all the way to the hilt inside his body, his pelvis creaking as Killer's testicles smashed loudly against his own smaller but still huge ones, feeling like wrecking balls smacking onto him, causing him to grunt breathlessly as the impact splattered blood down his thighs. "You better lick that seed up, bitch, because there's a lot of it to clean up... and I may decide to have you eating up the whole next load as well!"

Killer began a violent, hard thrusting almost immediately, though, not waiting for the submissive male to get used to him at all as he kept one hand gripping Nigel's hip and the other lazily resting at his side, as he growled like an animal in raw sexual bliss.

Nigel was choking into the thick lake of sperm on the floor already, lost in an agony like he'd never felt before, a fire of pain that raged from his destroyed tailhole all the way to somewhere impossibly-deep inside his guts... but overshadowing that was the ecstasy he felt as he sucked hungrily on the dense, potent cum, washing his features onto it, feeling his hips buck automatically to meet every piston forwards of the liger in and out of his anus. Killer was feral, merciless and powerful, and he was dominating him far harder than even Alexis had... And Nigel could only groan in a mix of delight and pain as suddenly the giant male brought a foot up and dropped it onto his head, crushing him domineeringly onto the lake of semen.

Killer's shaft sawed in and out of him with tremendous force in the meanwhile, every shove forcing him to slide forwards on the long river of cum, and Nigel could barely breathe into the thick fluid as he lapped it up as best he could, letting out muffled cries and groans of delight as his eyes clenched shut in bliss.

Killer's own pleasure was amazing, as feelings of control and power mixed with the amazing heat and tightness surrounding his gigantic shaft, giving him amazing sensations of pleasure as he pummeled the fellow, thickly-muscled male beneath, keeping his head under his foot, and shoving him down onto his sperm, to have him licking it up from the shower's floor... It was a wonderful feeling, and it added greatly to the physical sensations of his huge, girthy penis ripping violently in and out, his testicles smashing over and over into Nigel's own, almost crushing the smaller balls of the submissive male to a pulp with their astonishing mass, as Nigel's own huge balls bounced up and down between his legs, his long, big cock slapping back and forth with every hard shove.

For Nigel, it all grew far too much to bear. He tried to last longer, but he could no longer hold back and survive the pounding without consequences... and he cried out loudly as his hips began to buck even faster as his eyes widened, and he stared straight forwards even if his face was crushed into the thick liger's seed as his massive shaft stiffened fully and almost immediately blasted a thick, heavy volley forwards, splattering cum on his own face, enough in the first volley alone to make him feel like he was drowning, as it plastered his own face and chest as shot after shot after successive shot fired forth, and Killer gave a loud, hungry growl of pleasure as he watched from above, which only made Nigel's pleasure double. As he felt his orgasm ending, he let out a loud cry of bliss as his huge cock leaked its last few shots of seed down his muzzle and face, and groaned: "Oh, Master, please... show me again how pitifully weak I am compared to your great power! Make of me your slave!" Killer laughed and ground him forwards against the sperm-covered floor with a wide grin, twisting his foot over his head like he was crushing a cigarette.

"You worthless slave, you are in no position to ask me anything. You better bounce this ass hard, and show me you are worth of it!" He ordered, and Nigel cried out in both submissive acceptation of the order and regret for being denied the great show of Killer's climax.

He complied with the order received, however, forcing himself to buck back against every shove with what was valiant courage, because Killer himself all but began to thrust even faster and harder, drawing more of his huge shaft out before slamming it back home and causing Nigel to cry out with every thrust, blood coating the thighs of the submissive male and the Master's crotch, causing a thick, loud wet squelch with movement of the liger's enormous penis, his testicles slapping loudly against Nigel's body and adding to the sound of their sex as Killer leaned further and further over the fellow male's body as he pounded him harder and harder with his penis.

Finally, he stiffened up inside Nigel's depths, the pleasure growing past the edge... and Killer arched his back and roared, making jerky but incredibly-powerful thrusts that caused Nigel to arch his back and scream, his claws ripping long trenches in the tiles of the floor before the liger's first, enormous blast exploded deep into him, and the soldier's eyes bulged at the incredible feeling. His belly rapidly bloated forwards with the massive load as he felt cum filling him up in every corner of his body, until it blasted all the way up into his mouth, spurting out from his gaping jaws and exploding forth from his abused nostrils once more. With every hard, fast thrust, the giant, dominant male erupted another powerful volley of seed that caused Nigel to howl in greater and greater pleasure, every nerve in his body pulsing with the pleasure-agony it caused him...

And as blast after blast Killer abused of him, Nigel realized that he had a Master to serve and worship forever.

Killer was resting in a large armchair that still, like most thing, actually came a bit small on him, drinking from a glass of whiskey, when Alexis walked into the dark room without turning the light on. She made almost no noise, but he knew well who she was, and the two pair of gleaming sapphire eyes met in the darkness with a grinning gaze as he put down the cup and she walked gracefully up to him. Alexis leaned against him and sighed tiredly, closing her eyes as she set her head on his chest, smiling blissfully at the contact, and murring lightly when he gently wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm just so fucking tired of all this stuff." She admitted after a moment. "I had to sit down with Murray and a few others and try to think of what the hell the RA may be so interested in, in the southern regions."

"I know. You've been running all the time, from when you've retaken Glacial." Killer quietly observed, leaning his muzzle over her head, and breathing the perfume of her golden hair. Like everything of her, it inebriated him.

"Yeah. While you've been using little Nigel-bitch to have fun. So I couldn't even enjoy that show." Alexis observed, grinning widely before she licked her lips slowly and hungrily, her eyes closed but her expression one of clear amusement and arousal. "And seeing it from your memories is not the same as being there."

"I can always replay it." Killer suggested, grinning widely himself. "I can call the bitch in and fuck him as hard as you can think of... and he will lick you up as I ride him."

"Such good ideas you have." Alexis grinned, turning so to lick hungrily at his cheek as she reached a hand up around his back, fingers playing in the locks of his mane. "We'll so do it... I want you to make him cry as I feel his muzzle sink into me every time you slam forwards with that big, strong cock of yours...."

"Whatever comes to our mind." Killer agreed, grinning. "Little bitch is there to do as we command, after all."

"Someone isn't...?" Alexis asked teasingly, breathing hotly over his neck. "We'll have Vera to play with, too, one day. But now, we are in a fucking hurry. And I want you for myself, and for no one else. Right here and now." The femme fatale stated, growling with hoarse, craving voice as she bit playfully at his throat, letting her tongue caress his form gently as she arched her back against him, slowly brushing her awesome, taunt butt against his crotch and lower abdominals as she rubbed against him needingly.

"I just hoped you'd say that..." Killer admitted, grinning as he spread his legs wide, letting out a hot breath at the light, hot touch of her hands as they lovingly slid down his chiseled musculature, tracing down from his hulking chest over the curves of his abdominals, his abs flexing to the hardness of steel at her touch, bulging in her palm as she let out a breath of adoration and he tilted his head backwards with a groan of delight.

Her touch felt almost electrical. It made his body flex and heat up with incredible delight, and his own hunger, already immense, was only made more and more ardent. Her hands moved slowly, massaging down his form, and he moved his own larger ones up her own muscular abdomen, massaging her stomach gently on the path upwards, before sliding his palms to her back, to unclasp the rings of silvery steel that kept her thick, black-leather bra wrapped tightly around her sumptuous, enormous breasts.

She let out a teasing moan, her breath not just hot, but almost incandescent with the borderless lust that seemed soaked with... and Killer let out a low growl of delight and equal hunger as he slid his hands along her sides, and then gently along the curving slope of her gigantic breasts, loving how firm and perfect they were, how warm and soft at the same time. He rolled his palms gently back and forth, slowly, murring teasingly as he enjoyed the feeling of her, before moving forwards to rub on her hardened, proud nipples as he teasingly bit at her neck from behind.

Her hands slid down his muscular form with torturing slowness, her simplest touch skilled and teasing enough that he already felt his enormous shaft twitch hungrily, starting to swell and harden, even before her hand actually wrapped on the lewd bulge in his pants, the female grinning with a hot breath as his enormous cock throbbed with might, already starting to tear apart his underwear and even his crammed jeans.

"Yeah... all stiff and nice for me, already, huh...?" Alexis teased, grinning as she arched her back to rub teasingly back against his strong chest, before her fingers slowly slid back along the snaking, enormous bulge in his pants to reach his fly and undue it. "Be grateful for the hurry, because I'd just love to let you tear those clothes apart with that huge cock of yours..."

Killer just growled lowly, grinning amusedly as he felt her hand roughly forcing his pants open, pulling them down over the massive bulge and forcing them impatiently down his legs... But she teasingly dropped gently down her buttocks to rub her hot center along the massive shaft trapped by the tearing boxers... And Alexis grinned as she felt his cock throb again, hard and powerful, growing towards it full, astonishing glory, the boxers of the huge male tearing in pieces with a loud snap as his enormous member flexed hard and sprung up on its growing path, slapping loudly against Alexis's belly as it rose quickly up, hardening, thickening and growing.

"Oops." Alexis grinned. "Too late."

"You tease, you..." Killer murred, grinning in delight and thrusting up playfully with his muscular hips as his cock grew to its full, awe-inspiring glory, Alexis reaching her hand up to seize the immense girth of his shaft with her long fingers, releasing a murr of delight as she took once more in the amazing sight of how little she could wrap with her hand, his thickness monstrous...

"So much power, my beloved God..." Alexis breathed, leaning her face down against the hot, enormous rod, rubbing her cheek down the side of the thick member as she darted her mouth out to lap at an enormous, throbbing vein. "So huge, so unbelievably strong... Master..."

"Yes, my love... feel all that power..." Killer softly ordered, his hands rubbing down the underside of her mighty breasts, loving how easily they overflowed his large palms, so enormous and yet so prodigiously firm to insult gravity itself with the way they proudly stood on her chest. He bent over her in a gentle, protective and yet dominating way, tracing slow kisses down the back of her neck, until he playfully bit on her muscular, potent shoulder, flexing mightily against her back, to push his masculine musculature against her form, teasingly, as he licked and kissed his way back up her neck, slowly, teasing her with love and skill and electing a deep, craving purr of delight from her, her hands coming down to squeeze his larger ones lovingly as he massaged his way down her powerful abdomen.

She reacted to his touch like it was electrical, her muscles flexing and bulging against his fingers, showing her own formidable force to him as he now rubbed his muzzle in her air, sending delicious thrills of pleasure in her whole form as their hands moved together down south, slowly and skillfully...

And then, suddenly, his hands seized the waistband of her panties and easily torn those in tatters, electing a blissful groan from Alexis, her back arching and a hiss escaping her grinning fangs, her smile only widening as his hands slid to her inner thighs, and massaged their way up with torturing slowness and amazing, almost diabolic skill, sending shivers of pleasure in her form that she felt all the way to the root of her long hair.

She sighed out a heavenly bliss, leaning her head back against him as she moved a hand to gently grasp the thick, enormous base of his shaft, squeezing on it lovingly and hungrily at the same time, grinning to him from over her shoulder as he grunted in pleasure... and she reached her other hand up to stroke adoringly up and down the thick side of the immense pillar of black flesh, leaning forwards to lick at the gigantic member at the same time, letting her drool smear down his dark flesh in rivulets, her hand eagerly spreading the moisture down along the interminable length of shaft as she teasingly gazed into his eyes, noisily inhaling air to hungrily drink of his delicious musk. She knew full well how much he loved it... and she grinned when he lustfully growled, his delicious pre spraying onto her face and into the mouth that she eagerly opened for his gift.

Alexis guided his powerful, throbbing cock between her enormous boobs, loving how his unbelievable girth forced her sumptuous breasts to depart, her body arching forwards athletically so she could rub her taunt abdominals against his towering cock, and feel the thick base of his hugeness press against her crotch at the same time, the head of his godlike member pushing against her mouth as she bent her head slightly down and kissed at it adoringly. "My God and owner... my Master... I live only to please you... to worship your immense power..."

"Yeah, bitch... that's it..." Killer growled, grinning as he squeezed on her breasts, thrusting his hips slowly to piston his cock up and down in the tight embrace of her wonderful bosom as the femme fatale murred in delighted lust, squeezing her giant breasts against his immense shaft as she squatted slowly up and down to rub her muscular, taunt abdomen against his gigantic length, pushing her dripping sex against the thick, girth shaft, smearing clear, hot juices along it.

Slowly, torturingly slowly, Alexis stood, pushing up with her legs and rubbing her body, and her incandescent, hungry sex against his towering cock, from the thick base all the way up until her wet, hot lips kissed the flared, enormous head of his shaft, electing a sigh of delight from him, that turned into a low, deep growl of bliss as she grinned and dragged her sex along the head of his member, until the very tip of it.

Killer's hands gripped the arms of the chair with enough force to crack the solid, massive wood as his mighty body flexed with a spasm of delight, his eyes staring hungrily at the blossoming, bulging lips of her hungry, dripping sex, meeting her teasing gaze as she looked back at him from over her shoulder, grinning in that predatory, enticing way that Alexis alone in the world could master, and that always made him burn with lust. She was a vicious predator, a mistress... and even with him, she still was like a succubus looking for prey. Yet, she was submitted at the same time, offering herself completely to him, Mistress and bitch at the same time, kneeling only in front of the only one that she recognized and worshipped as superior, as Master.

And it was with both offer and command, with Mistress's ability and Bitch's submission that she purred, letting her hands slide slowly down the sides of his immense member as she pushed her hips back slowly, her incandescent vagina stroking slowly along the tip of his member as she moved back to offer her sex to his eyes and mouth to feast upon...

And Killer growled, grinning as he reached up to grab her sides firmly, almost violently, with the force that she adored, claws digging into her thighs deep enough to draw drips of blood, but only enticing her further, making her release her own grunt of torturous delight, her back arching as his hot breath washed over her boiling hot sex, her muscles flexing with might and bliss as his muzzle pushed into her crotch and his lips kissed her dripping vagina.

Her hand instinctively squeezed on his steel-hard cock in answer, hard enough that another male would have screamed, but he merely murred in appreciation and teased her pink, delicious lips with a slow, long lap of his tongue, fangs rubbing against her tight passage with gentleness as his mouth found her clit and poked at it teasingly, his kiss growing bolder as he dragged her closer by the hips.

Alexis wrapped her hands around his immense girth, and pumped both up and down along his huge shaft, panting hotly as she filled her senses with him, with the glory of his power, with the heavenly feeling of his prowess. She was standing on the seat, feet out on either side of his legs. He was sitting, muzzle working into the wet, hot treasure chest of her sex, and she, bent forwards but not even down at 90°, had his godlike cock pumping slowly between her divine bosom, the head of his member buried in her mouth, her tongue dancing and wrapping and lapping against it. She could pump his immense shaft with her hands, feeling how her long fingers failed miserably to wrap around his tremendous girth... And she could enjoy the awareness that no one else apart her, in the whole wide world, could enjoy a lover half as powerful as hers.

Alexis slowly drew back, sucking on his cock as she moved back with torturous slowness, her tongue making a loving craddle for his gigantic shaft as her drool bubbled and leaked from the corners of her over-stretched mouth... And when she finally pulled free, with a loud pop, she hungrily inhaled his scent, loving how his potent taste continued to fill her mouth, like he had never left it.

And the femme fatale hungrily licked her lips, letting her drool and spittle fall onto his immense obsidian shaft, making it shiny as her hand quickly moved up to spread her moisture down the colossal member, groaning as he finally pushed his tongue past her lips and inside her, rubbing it against her inner walls, twisting it around her passage...

Before he suddenly pulled back, grinning as he licked at his lips, tasting her delicious, hot juices, the fluids that represented her true, total desire and need for him, loving the groan of delight and of need that she let out.

"Which hole do you want... First?" Killer teasingly asked, and Alexis closed her eyes with a grin, purring as she licked at her lips and straightened up, standing fully up on the seat, tall above him and wonderful in her harmony of divine curves, from the breasts that even a goddess could only envy to the wonderful shapes of her back. She slowly turned to face him, now, holding his towering cock gently by the head with a hand as she smiled teasingly, faking a deep, difficult internal thinking as she lovingly rubbed her fingers along the head of his immense shaft, pushing his tremendous rod of flesh now against her dripping vagina now back against the tender hole between her shapely buttocks, rubbing her body against his member with torturing mastery as he stared at her with an expectant, loving grin.

"Such a difficult choice..." Alexis purred teasingly, grinning down at him with love and desire. "I so wish you had two, and not one divine cock... But that would truly make of you a God, I guess. It would be awesome to impale myself at once in both holes..."

She hesitated, pushing her sex onto his enormous rod with enough firmness that the tip forced her lips to gape widely as part of his gigantic head sunk a few inches into her... But she suddenly slid back, surprising him as she pushed his shaft against her tender rosebud instead, and let her weight drop down onto his massive girth, letting out a loud roar and flexing with power as she felt his gigantic cock tear into her tight passage, the male grinning and immediately slamming his hips upwards powerfully to meet her own thrust, spearing two feet of woman-breaker cock deep inside her in one single, combined, ferocious movement.

"Yeah, yeah! Show me how you ravage an ass!"

That evening, when the first darkness followed the settling of the sun behind the mountains of Glacial, the two lovers had to resign themselves to stop their idyll and move on with their tasks. Alexis had put all of herself into the ride, and had impaled herself onto his shaft in any possible way, riding him with a ferociousness that put rapes to shame. She was powerful, skilled, hungry: she could take him in ways that no one else could have ever survived. And Killer had pounded her, trashed her, fucked her powerfully, viciously, violently, harder than he had raped many of his past victims, loving every second of it. It had been an afternoon of hungry, feral union. Blood, juices, seed and sweat had flowed in rivers and plastered both lovers in a solid union of love... And much as an outsider looking at them would have said that each liger was trying to kill the other, Killer by fucking her into pieces and Alexis by ripping his cock off with the way she ferociously bucked back, clenching around him like a vise with the incredible strength of her orgasms and the power of her thighs, for the two it had been a supreme exchange of love.

Their adoration for each other was the same, either if he gently pumped into her or if, like that day, he pounded her ferociously against a wall until the wall itself cracked into pieces and the two fell into the room onto the other side only to keep going, the male slamming himself into her, the female bucking back ferociously against him to impale herself even more violently.

They loved it. Utterly. And it did not matter that most people couldn't understand the "poetry" of such feral intercourses.

Now, though, the one that hopefully would have been the last and decisive battle for the freedom of Glacial was starting, with the Predators embarking onto the cargo planes for the final assault.

Killer and Alexis walked across the long hold of one of the planes, past the rows of foldable seats fitted to the side-walls where the soldiers were taking place for the travel. The two lovers walked into the small hall that separated the cockpit from the cargo-bay, and Killer sat down on the floor, stretching his legs as much as he could in the small space as he leaned his back against the wall, finding a position comfortable enough to give him a chance to call "rest" the starting travel. He smiled a bit up to Alexis, opening his arms welcomingly as she bent down to sit in his lap, curling up a bit against his broad chest as she rested her head over his shoulder, leaning her temple onto his neck as he affectively leaned his own head over hers, gently inhaling the perfume of her golden hair. He wrapped his huge arms around her, squeezing her form gently against his own as they half-curled up together in the narrow space, silent and quiet for a few moments.

Together, they silently listened to the controlled, calm voices of the pilots in the cockpit nearby as the two went on with the pre-take off check, Alexis absent-mindedly mouthing it herself, silently but in time, as memories of her career as fighter pilot kicked in...

They absently listened to the chatting of soldiers from the cargo bay, and caught the noise of the Miniguns at the doors revolving as the gunners tried the engines to be sure that the weapons were ready at any moment should the need arise...

And then the engines hissed out loudly from outside, and the Night Spirit shook as it lifted off the ground, climbing vertically up and then turning on the spot, before it shot forwards as the engines directed their thrust towards the tail of the aircraft.

"So, like I was going to tell you before I lost myself over that godlike cock of yours..." Alexis started with a grin, and Killer rolled his eyes upwards with an amused smirk. "Murray and I have tried all day to understand what the hell the RA is doing of so important in the south. Why they are resisting with such determination...? What's the focus of their attention...?"

"And...?" Killer asked quietly as she fell silent once more.

"Studying the images we got from the Recon Drones and reading the ELINT (ELEctronic INTelligence) reports from the front, it was pretty easy to see that the stronghold around which their front is built is definitely the area of Walcheren. Nothing new, we had already imagined it from the briefings with "Wyvern junior" and "Cold"." Alexis answered, grinning amusedly between herself as she used her personal nicknames for Alexander and Siegfried. "I had difficulties in finding a credible reason for such an interest for an area that basically is unpopulated and insignificant, a valley between mountains littered with just a few villages. But Murray came up with a good reasoning... The RA, lately, has been fielding advanced Laser Weapons, and sensors more and more technologically advanced, like the cameras mounted on the UCWs. Now, what's a key part of a laser, or of a Thermal Imagery camera...?"

"The lenses..." Killer said calmly.

"Exactly." Alexis agreed. "Lenses... pieces of glass, but realized with a level of precision, with a mathematical perfection that is matched only by the kind of calculations you need to put a satellite on the right orbit and keep it up there. And here is where memory strikes back... The years had faded this awareness in me, but Walcheren hosts a world-leading lenses-production facility."

Killer nodded. Oh, yes... it worked. The reasoning was as simple as it was perfect. Deep inside a mountain in Walcheren, existed a massive laboratory, sealed and clinically-sterile, where the best lenses in the world had always been designed and produced. Everything, from lenses for glasses to far more complex and gigantic lenses used in space-observatories and in satellite's sensors. The perfection of those lenses had been world-famous... but the center had terminated its activity when Riaku had conquered Glacial.

False. It kept working... but on military, RA projects. Lasers, UCWs, and who knows what else... and did it in secret, as a hush-hush project, so that we never caught air of it, and never investigated further over the matter...

"It does work, isn't so...?" Killer quietly observed, and Alexis nodded firmly.

"That's why we are going down there. I'm sure that if we take Walcheren, we'll be able to force them out of Glacial." Alexis stated, grinning with coldness. "And we may find out some interesting facts about the RA, too, if we are lucky."

"That may be asking too much. We aren't usually that lucky." Killer grumbled, and Alexis looked up at him invertedly, grinning in amusement as she nudged his steel-solid abdominals lightly.

"You have 97 fucking inches of absurdly-thick cock. Isn't that a luck?" Alexis playfully asked, and Killer snorted-laughter before childishly looking away, even as the slightest of grins crested his muzzle.

"Well, yeah. I ended up all my share of luck with that, though." The huge male countered playfully, and Alexis glared at him a bit, making him cough embarrassedly and nod.

"I ended it after meeting you." Killer corrected, smiling lovingly down at her, and she nodded contently, smiling herself as she closed her eyes with a sigh of happy abandon, letting her body curl up against his larger one.

"Yeah, well... It takes a great luck to be chosen by me, I'll give you that." Alexis teasingly stated, opening one bright sapphire eye to grin up at him, winking to him.

"Bitch." Killer said softly, shaking his head slowly as he smiled and quietly played his fingers in her hair, loving the feel of her body laying on his.

"For you, I am." Alexis replied, nodding agreeably as she let her body relax fully. Curled up in his arms, leaning against his strong chest... at home.

"How long it's been from the last time we had a moment to spend cuddling...?" Killer asked quietly after a short while. "From how long we don't curl up together to sleep, like a normal couple...?" He grumbled, looking off towards the wall of the plane, without really seeing it. "I just get worse and worse... now, I can't even give you some peace, some time to just sleep together."

"Come on now, don't be so hard on yourself. This is not your fault, and you know it. And a fancy, quiet life is not what I expected from my beloved boy, you should know it by now." Alexis said with firm gentleness, opening her eyes to smile up at him for a long moment, until a slight, reluctant smile crested his muzzle as well.

"And then, look at the bright side. Even in the middle of this mess, we still have far more and far better sex than any normal couple has in a lifetime." The femme fatale added with a wide grin.

And that, Killer couldn't deny.

The two lovers spent the travel south curled up in the small hall of the Night Spirit plane, the huge male protectively shielding Alexis with his huge form, even though the muscular femme fatale needed no protection at all.

They managed to sleep some, as well... And they did not move out of the plane even when it landed in an Forward Operating Base (FOB) near the front line, when it was refueled by a team of the Air Force's Force Protection Regiment, a unit of technicians and soldiers trained in the use of any kind of weapon and in close-fighting, with the task of protecting the planes where they were on the ground, in the bases. After all, even the deadliest fighter-bomber is a sitting duck, while it is being resupplied and refueled on the runway, and it is enough a terrorist with a rifle or a RPG to cause tremendous damage.

The plane took off again as soon as the tanks had been filled up... and no one disturbed the two lovers as they rested. After all, Alexis had already given her orders to the division, before they took off the first time from the airport of Glacial.

Their Night Spirit was just one of a large formation: the whole 1th Predator Division was flying that night, on board of 23 Night Spirit VTOL cargo planes, each carrying 40 of the special soldiers. A couple more Night Spirits stealth planes followed, but those were special: their large cargo bay, instead of soldiers, hosted weaponry.

The Flying Gunships were devastating weapons: lined down the cargo bay, ready to fire from stealth hatches currently closed, were a 30 mm Gatling gun, a 60 mm CTA gun and a battery of laser-guided rockets, each capable to pulverize a tank or crumble a large building. The 30 mm Gatling gun was capable to fire over 4000 rounds for minute from its seven, revolving barrels, and it could release a rain of steel and fire over an enemy formation, erasing it in seconds like a supernatural rubber. Originally, the Gunship carried two of those, but recently, Killer had ordered to sacrifice one in order to carry a 60 mm single-barrel gun identical to that carried by the Centurion IFV.

The rate of fire was of just about 200 rounds for minute, but the lethality of every single round was far greater, and thanks to the airburst capability of the ammunition, the flexibility of use of it was also borderless.

Each Gunship also carried a number of Dominator drones, currently hanging from a couple of underwing-pylons, and each plane had side-scanning radars capable to follow the moving targets on the ground, even if they tried to hide under the foliage of a forest, plus thermal imagery sensors mounted in a turret in the nose of the plane. Once a target was spotted, the Gunship would fly into a circle, tilted on its left-side, and keep the objective area under a constant hailstorm of fire.

They were merely the spearhead of the offensive, though: they were leading the way because the Night Spirit planes were stealth, and flying low, skimming the top branches of the trees, they could easily fly unnoticed in the dark night, without the RA radars catching on them.

They were going to land straight in the area of the mountain-based Lenses Factory, exploiting the surprise to hit fast and hard, trying to put the enemy air defenses out of service, so that the 16th Air Assault Division of the paratroopers could reach them on the front: there were not enough Night Spirit planes yet, and only the Predators could be moved in with them: the paratroopers were following at a distance on board of conventional, easy-detected helicopters.

It was thus fundamental to destroy the enemy anti-air missiles before calling them in: the paratroopers were waiting in several FOBs, already in the seats of the re-fueled choppers, pilots stripped in the cockpit, engines up and running, ready to take off immediately after the call came.

Talon and his guys were flying a Suppression of Enemy Air Defence mission in the area, their Typhoons roaring somewhere above in the dark night's sky, loaded with ALARM anti-radar missiles...

"We should move to the cargo bay. We must be close..." Alexis observed, opening her eye to look at the red light coming in from the door leading to the hold of the plane. The red light meant they were approaching the target area, and in fact, the gunners were already moving to the Miniguns, turning the engines on, the barrels of the deadly machine-guns revolving at the ready. .

"Fine... I just hope this is the end of it." Killer agreed, and she stood up with a fluid, amazingly-graceful move. If she was tired, it did not show at all. And the fact she had just awakened was lost on everyone who was to look on her. She was ready and dynamic, full of vigor as always.

"Come on, we both know we like it, at the end of the day." Alexis grinned, tilting her head to the side as she cracked her knuckles idly, pulling her black fingerless gloves in place.

"Not when it keeps us so busy that we can't spend the time together in even more pleasant ways. And not when it keeps us far from our children." Killer countered with a mumble, standing up himself and arching his back.

The flexing of muscle caused by such simple move was astonishing enough to put an army in a frenzied retreat, and it made Alexis grin, the female shaking her head amusedly as he yawned heavily, his wide-open mouth showing ivory white fangs big and strong enough to tear people in two like they were bread-sticks.

"Yeah..." Alexis agreed in the end, making a bit of a face. She truly wanted to get back home this time... and even the awareness of the incoming battle did little to ease the sinking sensation in her guts. Usually, thinking about a challenge like the last of the Winged Commanders would have made her impatient and eager to just smash things apart... But by now, she only wanted to get things over with, and get back to her two cubs.

The two walked rapidly across the long cargo bay, between two rows of saluting Predators, kitted in full gear: they did not knew what they were going to face, since the RA was ready to use anything, from chemical weapons to nukes to demons and magic, and thus the special soldiers had been equipped with the very best instrumentation available.

Snipers had the latest model of nanotechnology-based adaptative camouflage, so that their uniform could make them transparent and invisible like glass. The Assaulter of each section of five men had a Javelin missile launcher and several sealed missiles ready to use, and all the other soldiers in the group carried a single-use, fire-and-forget rocket for multipurpose engagement. All of them had the latest NBC-proof combat vest, offering the highest possible protection from bullets and protecting their bodies from even the radiations of a nuke.

In place of the usual visor, they wore a fully-enclosed helmet topped by a thermal TV camera with 180° of vision field, with the images from it being displayed on the inside of the bullet-proof helmet's visor when the eyesight alone was insufficient, like when when the soldier was crossing a curtain of smoke or dust.

A multi-spectre optic sensor on top of the helmet also had been fitted, and it was capable to take a 360° image of the surrounding world and display it in a frame on the visor, giving the soldier a sort of "third person view" when needed. Communications from soldier to soldier were granted by an encrypted wireless data-link and a body-worn antenna: a cable integrated in the back of the uniform, so to allow continuous communication even with the soldier crouching behind cover or laying on the ground. The traditional but at-times-uncomfortable microphone boom had been replaced, besides, with a computer system capable to understand and replicate the words said by the soldier just by feeling the vibrations of his jaw-bones as he mouthed his message. There was even protection for the soldier's ears, with a noise-muffling system that automatically reduced outside-noise to avoid deafening effects... And the visor, derived from those used by the air-force, was protected about blinding, even nuclear or laser-induced. The helmet included filters and breathing system for complete NBC protection.

"We are almost there." Ken observed with a slight smile from his seat, the first near the sliding door in the side of the fuselage. His helmet was in his lap still, as he jerked his head towards the red light nearby with a slight grin, before looking with interest at the gunner who took position at the Minigun, ready to fire as soon as the door was opened.

"Thanks, genius, we hadn't noticed." Killer replied, and the sniper snorted quietly, absently patting his mechanical hand over his customized Enfiel rifle.

"You lack from paratroops from so much time, I thought you forgot what red light means." Ken stated calmly, before grinning a bit as he rolled a bit his robotic-shoulder. The limb he had lost during the battle of Kesteven hadn't stopped him for a minute more than the indispensable. As soon as his robotic arm had been planted on him, he had rushed onto an army firing range to make practice... And found that, no matter the new arm was mechanical and made of steel, he still was the best gunslinger of the army. He had soon overcome the test of admission back to front-line service with flying colours. If anything, now that he had taken confidence with his "funky" arm, he had improved as warfighter: in close combat, the formidable force of the mechanical arm made him an even more formidable opponent as he had before been.

"Anyway, you'll also know that there's no fucking way we can make two separate landings on the site." Ken observed, back to full, professional seriousness. "They'd blow these fancy "invisible" planes out of the sky... and if the snipers rope down with the grunts like you, they are gonna have a shit of sight and range of fire."

Killer rolled his eyes a bit, but he had to hide the amused smile that almost gained his lips. "I know. You and your kind have all of your special needs. I thought about dropping you on top of the piles of containers in the storing lot around the factory, so you could see things from above..."

"But you realized it is crap, because stopping twice, first for the snipers and then for the grunts would made of us huge sitting ducks for twice the time." Ken completed, nodding agreeably a couple of times. "That's why we'll go heli-sniping until a landing area is clear." The sniper grinned widely, and then stated: "I love heli-sniping. And I never did it from a plane like this before."

"Yeah, well, keep your orgasm controlled, or you'll waste all the rounds." Alexis observed with a teasing grin, and Ken looked shocked for a moment before he half-glared at her.

"I never waste rounds..." He grumbled, but in that moment, the light turned green.

"Stand up!" The Section Leaders called, and the Predators all stood, lining up in good order for a fast exit from the plane.

The side-doors slid open, and the rear loading ramp opened to form a balcony on the open air as the Night Spirit went into hovering. Thick black ropes were deployed immediately from all three exits, and the gunners fired their Miniguns at the targets they spotted down below as the Predators shot past them, one by one, grabbing the ropes and sliding quickly down.

Killer and Alexis were the first going from the left door: the huge liger missed Ken's last playful message as the growl of the Miniguns literally shook the plane and rumbled even his thick, huge frame, incandescent bullet-cases tingling on the metallic floor in a loud, high-toned giggle.

The huge liger half-jumped forwards, grabbing the rope and letting himself slide down it, descending rapidly: he didn't saw much during the descent, because the flash of the minigun firing above was blinding, and the "death-ray" of tracer rounds coming from the revolving barrels and crashing down below equally disturbed his eyesight, much as the visor he wore protected him.

He saw a couple more Night Spirit planes hovering nearby, forming an half-circle as soldiers slid down to the ground along ropes. He spotted the flashes of many, many rifles and machine guns firing from the ground up towards them, and saw with almost fascination the tracer rounds hissing by... and grinned when suddenly a couple of massive explosions dawned just above a thick group of those flashes, erasing them in a second as the Flying Gunship moved to target another group.

Killer touched the ground in the middle of high piles of containers, both full and empty: a few container forks where abandoned here and there, along with trucks, both civilian and long-abandoned and fully efficient military ones.

The liger sprinted immediately forwards, away from the rope, as his hand shot backwards to draw Wyvern out, and immediately Alexis landed behind him and flaked on his trail, as the Predators descended as well, from all three ropes, spreading around in a circle as they sprinted away from the landing zone, forming a large defensive circle to protect their comrades as they followed.

The main assault of the Predators infantry was targeted at the massive parking lot of the lenses-factory: the facility itself was deep underground into a mountain, with a single, massive armored gate leading in and out, but there was a container lot where the materials were stored as they arrived by road prior to their use, and several other buildings, with offices, housings now used as barracks, and enormous cranes for the containers.

The whole area had been heavily protected even during peacetime, when that was merely a world-beating industrial facility... and now that the RA military had taken it over, new watchtowers had been built, the electrified fences had been supplemented with enormous walls of reinforced concrete and anti-tank ditches. The whole area had been strengthened by cleaning up a part of the immense parking space, creating a small airport with two runways, extremely effective and capable to support tens of Mantis fighters and choppers.

Now, roughly two-thirds of the 1th Predators Division were ropeing down straight into the perimeter, to break breeches in the defenses from the inside.

The remaining third was landing on top of the mountain that hosted the factory: once cleared the resistance in there, they would have been in the perfect position to dominate from above the whole base, and most of the vital central stretch of the RA front.

The Paratroopers were going to follow in to further secure the area, and then push on the RA lines from behind, as Alexander and Siegfried leaded a massive armoured attack from the other direction: the moment tanks and paratroopers would have met in midway, the battle of Glacial would have been won and over, with the RA front shattered.

That was the plan, at least.

Killer flaked towards the extremity of a tower of piled-up containers, turning towards an opening in the forest of metallic crates as he heard the roar of an engine, and a Tiran tank sprinted forwards, trailing its turret towards him.

He did not even need to respond, though, as a Dominator drone that had been flying over the area immediately engaged the vehicle and killed it with cold, mechanical efficiency by firing its submunitions into the turret from above.

He quickly turned his focus back to the other side as he heard running in the corridor between the containers, and a SAS supersoldier, over 18 feet tall on its powerful, armored exoskeleton, ran out and turned to aim the missile unit on his shoulder.

Killer smashed into the half-robot with his shoulder, however, sending the hybrid machine flying off and crashing across the next container, breaking across the metallic wall of it like across paper.

A second Exoskeleton that had been following closely framed him and immediately aimed his missile and Gatling gun at him, opening up its burst of rounds.

The liger ducked as the tracers hissed in the air, and he immediately swung Wyvern out in the narrow space, slashing open a wound in the containers on both sides and chopping the legs clear off the robotic armor, sending the torso splattering on the ground in a rapidly-expanding pool of blood.

The giant male charged forwards in the narrow hallway, crushing the fully-enclosed helmet of the agonizing supersoldier under his boot, hearing it crumble with a splatter of gore as he grinned at the sight of several more RA soldiers, both with exoskeletons and without them.

He sprinted forwards immediately, bent over the handle of Wyvern as he straightened the immense blade in front of himself like a spear. With a roar, he pushed the sword's tip sinking straight across the chest-armor of the first giant half-robot soldier, piercing him from side to side, the blade exiting from his back and effortlessly chopping off the arm of a soldier that followed, before tearing into a further SAS hybrid, screams of agony echoing between the containers.

The other RA men following opened up in full auto with screams of terror, ripping holes in their comrades ahead, even being wounded by their own rounds ricocheting against the thick exoskeletons of the SAS units, before Killer forced forwards again against the crowd and sent several soldiers sprawling onto their comrades.

Screams rose high as the gigantic liger stomped over the fallen ones with malice and with all the power that 18-plus feet of muscular body gave him, sending several of them into ever-lasting oblivion as he tore Wyvern violently upwards, freeing the blade by ripping in half from crotch to head the bodies she was lodged in.

Gore splattered the containers on both sides, and a frightened soldier fired a bust with his automatic rifle at him, but he had just enough time to pale to a numb white as he saw the bullets barely bruising Killer's thick, muscular chest before Wyvern chopped him and two more in halves like blades of grass, before swinging back to slam its flat side against another unfortunate, flattening him against the wall of a container.

The other soldiers left had enough common sense to turn and scramble away in terror, running down the narrow corridor.

Killer's hand flaked towards Cobra as it dangled a bit from where it was strapped on his back, but he grinned instead as he spotted the shadow of Alexis diving down from above.

The femme fatale let out a roar that was half-playful and half-furious, dripping rage and amusement at once, and sending a shiver down Killer's back... even before he saw her muscles bulge with power as she threw down the massive container she had lifted overhead.

The 40-feet long crate of metal smashed onto the group of soldiers as they foolishly turned to fire their rifles towards the lightning-fast female, and the RA riflemen were crushed to a pulp beneath it as the container sunk a couple of feet onto the concrete floor with the force Alexis had launched it with.

She landed on her feet without a noise, grinning widely and shooting him a wink, her sword dripping blood and gore onto the floor, red fluids splattered over her powerful abdominals and all the way over her mighty breasts. I swear, she's so frigging hot.

Thank you, Lion. You're actually incandescent, you hot male, you. Alexis answered in his mind, even as she flaked already down the rows of containers, idly knocking a massive fork-lift vehicle over with her shoulder as she spotted three enemy riflemen taking cover on the other side, leaping over the wreck as blood bubbled out from beneath it.

Killer made a bit of a face at this, but he couldn't help but notice how evidently increased was her tremendous strength, which had grown at amazing rate, lately.

The huge male ran down another narrow passage between the piled-up containers, a map on his visor giving him a top-vision of the storage area, so that he knew where to go... A couple of soldiers whizzed by, but they were Predators, and he knew they were coming, thanks to the blue-dots on the map that signaled the position of every ally in the area.

Killer turned to the right, sprinting towards the center of the storage area, to run towards the offices building, and he suddenly found four SAS exoskeletons stomping in his way from behind a container. Cobra immediately flaked up to his shoulder, and he blasted a grenade straight against them: the explosion torn open the walls of the containers all around, riddling them with slivers, as the first SAS unit was hit squarely in the chest.

The thick armor withstood the blow, but the neck of the soldier inside the robotic structure no: it snapped backwards violently as the spine broke, and a sliver found its way between armor and helmet, sending the head of the soldier flying off. The other three massive half-robots stumbled backwards with the force of the detonation, and their shoulder-mounted miniguns wasted their bursts riddling the top of the surrounding containers or hissing skyward.

Killer jumped between them immediately, and lashed Wyvern out to the right, the blade gleaming crimson with a wave of his energy that spontaneously flowed into the weapon, the sword chopping a super-soldier in half effortlessly, cutting titanium like butter. In the same time, the liger smashed the massive Cobra rifle to the right, crushing a second enemy against the container nearby before twisting his wrist with a growl to smash Cobra's butt straight into the helmet of the soldier.

It crumbled on itself like paper, but the last hybrid leapt backwards and drew out his plasma-saber as Killer stomped forwards with a roar: the liger reacted on instinct, and leapt up, lashing forwards a violent kick that smashed under the SAS's chin, sending him flying backwards in the air.

Killer flipped backward and landed with a grunt on his feet, grinning a bit despite himself: that move was from Alexis's repertory of stunts, and the simple fact of having imitated it made him ridiculously proud.

The exoskeleton-enhanced soldier crashed down on his ass several feet away, and Killer leapt over him before he could kick back up standing: the liger's foot lashed down hard and crushed the head of the thing, crumbling the helmet like a can as blood and brain gore burst out from it.

The giant male reached the limit of the forest of container-piles, and emerged straight behind a section of Predators: he saw the gunner of the group firing bursts over the large, open square in front of them, sawing down soldiers. He saw the Assaulter held his rifle up, thick barrels revolving rapidly and vomiting grenades onto a couple of SAS units ahead forcing both heavily-armored exoskeletons to retreat, and then heard the Section Leader saying coldly "Cleared for engage" as he looked down the scope of his assault rifle.

He was designating the target with the laser built in the weapon, and immediately after the dark sky was illuminated by enormous flashes, followed by rays of light that looked like thick, enormous neon tubes, arching from the loiter gunship above all the way to the ground.

Thousand of grenades hailed down onto a large group of soldiers running out from the offices-complex, and everything was masked by dust and explosions as even the floor of concrete was crumbled, plowed, turned into dust by the rounds and the explosions, the low, dark growl of the Gatling gun overcoming every other noise.

The Gunship then adjusted its aim over the building itself, as machine guns fired from several windows of the top floors: the walls were crumbled by the rain of fire from the 30 mm Gatling. Rounds from the 60 mm gun pierced the walls from side to side and exploded into the rooms, sending fire and smoke erupting out as every window imploded, firing shards of glass far enough that Killer felt some bouncing off his thick chest, the ground trembling beneath his feet.

And then, a couple of rockets came down as well, leveling the whole east-area of the building into a heap of rubble.

Even Killer half-grimaced at the sight of pieces of bodies splattered on a wide area, the floor torn and riddled and cracked like it had been shaken by a full-force earthquake.

A massive TELAR (Transporter Erector Launcher and Radar) vehicle was burning in the middle of the square, its four enormous tubes of launch for long-range anti-aircraft missiles still standing, even if already one had been consumed by flames... Luckily, the missile inside was inert enough that it quietly burned instead of exploding.

A SAS super-soldier leapt forwards once more, jumping up from behind the wreck, firing its minigun madly over the advancing Predators, but one of the Kesteven's elite blasted it off in record time with a rocket, shredding the empty tube with a grunt immediately after firing.

A second exoskeleton-enhanced warrior looked up from behind the wrecked eight-wheel TELAR and aimed its shoulder-mounted missile launcher to fire, but a loud shot rang out somewhere above and suddenly the SAS exploded as the missile he was firing detonated.

"Seen...? That's one well-used round." Ken happily cackled on the radio, and Killer grinned slightly at the noise in background of the rifle's bolt being actioned to chamber another bullet.

More of the super-soldiers came in, but Killer and Alexis went ahead and dispatched them as the Predators efficiently battered away the rest... and when they had cleared half of the area, Javelin missiles and bullets started raining down with wicked accuracy from the mountain: the Third Regiment of Predators had cleared the area up there, and now was in perfect position to hit the RA forces in the area.

The Second Regiment had been clearing the area of the airport, and the burning wrecks of choppers and planes along the two runways were perfect testament to their excellent raid... And now Killer and Alexis, leading the First Regiment, were joining the other two for the last push towards the immense gates that lead underground, into the factory itself.

The RA troops had retreated to form a semi-circle in front of those, barrying themselves up behind a bunch of nearly-invincible Warlord super-tanks.

The Predators stopped behind cover, trying to come up with a plan to overcome that solid line of steel and guns.

"Nothing about Black Wings...?" Killer asked as Alexis walked up to him, the femme fatale moving a bang of blood-soaked golden hair out of her eyes.

"No. The little piece of dick didn't show up. Either he's inside, or he's hiding somewhere like a frigging rat." Alexis muttered, her glare telling of how offended she was by that absence. She considered a worse wrong the fact that a rival did not show up for the fight, other than the attempt of the enemy to actually kill her.

Killer grunted agreeably as he peered over the edge of the wreck they were using as cover: it had been a Tiran battle tank before a Javelin missile had smashed into the turret from above and killed the crew, sending the cannon flaking forty feet away like it was a toy.

It wasn't that good a cover: the Warlord's guns could easily pierce three or more Tirans in a row with a single shell... but for the moment, the super-tanks were more busy using their secondary 40 mm guns to try and take down the Night Spirit planes that still loitered above, invisible in the darkness, to fire their miniguns and let the snipers like Ken choose their target with a total, god-like vision from above of the battlefield.

The two Gunships were still circling around the area, vomiting rockets and shells over the RA forces... but apparently, the lasers mounted on the Warlords had been enhanced, and Electromagnetic shields were active around the gates as well, repelling the bullets incoming like a wall would send back a tennis ball thrown at it.

Seven Warlord tanks were gathered in front of the immense, 70-feet tall gates, and many soldiers and exoskeletons were gathered up behind the vehicles.

"How do we get past that...? Anyone got a nuke?" A Predator nearby muttered, and there was a little laugh along the ranks of expecting soldiers. Nervous, of course, but cold and ready to move in.

"We should develop one to fit in a Javelin missile. It would be handy." Another pointed out with serious voice.

"You better surrender, Johnny!" A Predator shouted from down the line, and many more of the soldiers shouted their own teases towards the RA men.

Killer looked over them with a sly grin of amusement. From when Kesteven and Kendrew had been reunited under his reign, the Predators had been fused together as well... Every division of Predators now was made up by three regiments, each of which was formed by three companies composed each by ten squads. Each squad was formed by two sections of 5 men. One Section was "White" and one "Black": the black section being made up by Kesteven's men, and the white one by Kendrew's. The separation, though, wasn't really that meaningful... total collaboration and brothership had already developed, and the training had been standardized for both.

By now, it was impossible to tell if a Predator came from a White or Black section without looking at the shoulder of the uniform to see what color the small shield insignia stitched there was.

"You boys wait here and keep them under aim. We tear that shield apart, dispatch the tanks, and break down the gates. You give cover." Alexis ordered firmly, grinning sharkishly as she looked off over the RA line before grinning towards Killer. "They aren't that many, after all."

"Sure. A couple hundreds or so. Nothing special." He answered sarcastically... but he was grinning himself nonetheless.

"Here's our nuke!" Someone cheerfully shouted, and many Predators howled again towards the enemy, suggesting them all to go home until they had the chance.

Alexis and Killer traded a predatory grin, and she winked before closing her eyes briefly: when they snapped back open with their mischievous, playful gleam, a couple Alexis-clones and even a couple of energy-made Killer, who grinned back at the surprised original.

"Been trying to make a clone of you for a lot of time." Alexis confessed with a wide grin, rubbing a hand on the back of her head as she laughed a bit, and Killer snorted-laughter.

"I don't want to know why..." The male observed amusedly, and Alexis grinned stupidly up at him in a way that worked as a plain confession. He rolled his eyes upwards with a snicker and then swung Wyvern gamely in front of himself, trading a nod with the femme fatale.

A moment later, 6 giants, equally distributed between Killer-s and Alexis-s, leapt out from several different spots of the massive parking lot, flaking towards the enemy lines with a collective roar that shock foundations, and that was backed up a moment later by the roars of the whole Predators division.

Bullets immediately started to rain towards them, terror and chaos pushing the RA soldiers into a frenzy as they set rifles on full auto and emptied magazine after magazine, firing now at one, then at another Killer or Alexis, incapable to understand whose were the true ones... Not that it really mattered, since the clones punched as hard as the originals.

Killer swung Wyvern back and forth, swinging the thick blade from side to side to knock bursts of bullets back and away from him as he charged, but a pair of Warlord tanks suddenly focused on him, and he had to dive forwards in a roll as two hypersonic shells from the enormous rail guns flashed forwards, carrying such power and flying at such speed that the air literally rippled in waves that could be seen with the bare eye. The floor of concrete itself cracked like a biscuit under the force of the shockwave, as electricity sparkled out of the long gun's bores in crackling lightnings.

Killer himself grunted as he was slammed forwards, crashing into the ground even as he slammed down a shoulder to flip on himself and land back on his feet with a growl of pain... and before he swung Wyvern back to cover himself, several bullets smashed into him.

Most ricocheted back, barely bruising his potent musculature, but the rounds coming from the SAS miniguns ripped bleeding gashes in his shoulders and arms.

He stomped forwards with a roar of rage, leaping from side to side as the 40 mm guns of the Warlord tanks viciously blasted grenades in his direction, explosions literally crumbling the ground under his feet and slamming his body from side to side like giant punches, slivers bouncing off him from all sides, burning-hot and sharp as scalpels.

Instinctively, he swung Wyvern out in a vicious lash, and the blade once more gleamed, bright red as his energy flowed down across it, and he gaped for a moment as he saw something like a solid shockwave, or a blade-like wind, explode forth from his slash and crash into the enemy line. The two Warlord tanks all but bounced, screeching backwards with the force of it, cannons misfiring for a moment, while several SAS soldiers around the vehicles were sliced apart, even their thick armor incapable to withstand that tremendous force. The soldiers nearby, equipped only with standard bullet-proof vests, all but exploded in pieces of gore.

Killer himself stared at this for a moment as he run straight forwards, disbelieving and confused... and definitely ignoring how the Hell that happened... before grinning nonetheless as several of the RA soldiers ran forwards, screaming in terror as they charged towards the Predators, throwing their hands up.

Who wasn't fast enough to throw his weapon away was immediately taken down, though: the RA soldiers far too often faked their surrender only to blow themselves up between their enemies, and the Predators had learned to be absolutely merciless with them. Several heads exploded in red splatters... and many of the others were sawed down by angry SAS comrades, acting on orders of immediately terminating whoever showed cowardly in front of the enemy.

Alexis cackled darkly at the side of Killer's lash, and apparently decided she couldn't be any less destructive than him, as she immediately blasted forth a beam of sapphire energy... and her two clones mirrored the move.

The three waves of energy pierced across the RA ranks from different directions: one smashed onto the side of a Warlord with enough force to send the immense vehicle screeching twenty feet of to the side as the thick, impenetrable armor melted down until the spectacular ray of blue light pierced off from the opposite side, and the vehicle exploded in a blazing white light.

The other two rays practically vaporized every soldier and SAS unit on their way, sending the survivors on complete panic, exactly as Killer, Alexis and the clones came at close range and slashed their ways into their ranks.

Alexis grinned widely as Blue Vixen chopped down violently over an enemy soldier, knocking his rifle off his hands and breaking it in half before the femme fatale squeezed on the trigger, sending armor-piercing bullets tearing across the chest of the shocked victim and of his comrades behind, as she slammed her other hand flat onto the face of another soldier, sending him flying backwards with a sickening crunch, his face broken and the shards of cranium shredding his brain...

And then Killer grinned darkly when she whizzed off to the side as one of the Warlords left moved forwards rapidly, traversing its large turret to try and aim its enormous cannon at the deadly female.

Alexis effortlessly slid off to the side of the long bore, cackling as she grabbed it with both hands and pushed violently forwards: the turret of the tank screeched loudly, but nothing it could against her insane power, and when the shell was fired off, it only blew a massive hole in the enormous gates of the factory, before Alexis grinned with viciousness and squeezed, hard.

The thick bore of steel crushed like a can under her force, groaning in metallic despair as she grinned and roared in victory... Killer saw two SAS soldiers dive at her with plasma-swords, one from ahead and one from behind her, and he punched his own rival down to a heap of broken machine and shattered bones to sprint towards her...

But the femme fatale only used the crushed cannon as a lever, and kicked up her legs, backwards first, and then forwards, knocking both enemies flying away, broken and useless.

She landed down with a contemptuous grin, hand shooting out to the side to grab the handle of one of the falling plasma-sabers without her even looking... And she spun on the spot immediately, roaring as she used the new-acquired weapon to slice the massive tank nearby in half, metal melting like butter at the contact with the super-heated blade.

"Come on, you bitches! You aren't even able to gimme a workout anymore!" Alexis cackled, turning again on the spot to throw the special blade out to Killer, who seized it in midair and lashed it in a wide circle around himself, Wyvern lashing out in the opposite directions, the two blades chopping in half everything that came at range, before the huge male roared viciously, almost lusting for the bloodshed, certainly lusting for Alexis, so hot and powerful and merciless... He lashed the plasma blade against the nearer Warlord tank, and it cut across it easily, and as he leapt forwards towards the next one, the hatches opened and the five men of crew scrambled desperately to get out of it, screaming in terror...

But Killer was Doom, and the blade chopped the tank in half, flames erupting from inside it and engulfing two of the men, as they didn't run off rapidly enough... And Killer ignored the screams, ignored even the three tank-crew that managed to scamper away in terror, since they weren't even worth being killed, by now, and went on slaughtering all the others, as all the RA soldiers now were pressed between the solid gates behind and a circle of destroyed, burning tanks ahead, with Killer and Alexis viciously exterminating them, both ligers taken by violent bloodlust.

"Hey, this is literally a bitch!" Alexis gleefully exclaimed, and Killer turned to her with a grin, to see her standing in full glory, one muscular arm stretched high up as her hand squeezed on a soldier's skull to crumbled it to a bloody paste as her other hand wrapped around the neck of a thought-soldier... which seen from close was undoubtedly a girl. Tough, tall and athletic, but undoubtedly a female, who desperately gargled and tried with both hands to pull loose the vicious grip of the far taller femme fatale, drool bubbling from her gaping lips. "We can fucking share her for a gore-fuck... here in the blood... you can fuck her lungs out and I'll suck on that huge cock of yours when you rip it straight off her slutty mouth!" Alexis proposed, grinning mercilessly as she threw the corpse away to grab the smaller female by the shoulders with both hands, lifting her high up to gaze in her eyes with violent lust. "You are a Small size and he's Extra-Extra-Huge, but that will only make it hotter, isn't so, you bitch...?"

"I'll rip my cock through her and fuck you across her." Killer darkly countered, grinning viciously as he faced the many enemies left, which were all but cowering in terror against the gates by now.

"That will feel just so awesome!" Alexis replied, licking her blood-covered muzzle as she looked predatorily onto the glazed eyes of the shocked captive she held in her grip. "You gotta be the next worthless tiny condom he busts, babe!"

"Let's end the job at hand first, though." Killer said firmly, grimacing a bit at that consideration that postponed the bloody delight he was now so much lusting for... and he walked towards the gates, the surviving RA soldiers scrambling away from him to leave a wide corridor for him to pass, as the Predators ran forwards across the huge parking lot to secure the area and take the prisoners under custody...

The giant male walked up to the gaping hole in the eight-feet thick gate of steel, and he grabbed the sides of the breech with a contemptuous snort, rolling his potent shoulders with a grin before his muscles flexed and bulged, huge and powerful, the gate groaning as it began to be torn apart by his unbelievable force.

"Yeah... that's one of my all-time favorites. You and a big shutter of a few hundreds tons of steel pathetically failing to restrain you. It gets me so frigging hot." Alexis playfully teased... But then her eyes suddenly widened, frozen in a shocked look, and she shouted "Get off!".

Killer didn't question it, knowing that she had several seconds of advantages over anyone else, and so he ignored the fact he hadn't perceived any danger, but just jumped backwards and followed her in a leap off to the side as she howled on the radio: "Back! Everyone go back!"

In that moment a solid wall of fire erupted forth from the gates: the colossal shutter of steel itself was instantaneously melted, and it fell to the ground like a waterfall... with the simple difference that it was liquid, white-hot steel instead of cool water that splashed loudly on the ground, spreading rapidly to form a lake that fizzled over the concrete, melting even that.

The hurricane of ferocious flames wasn't even slowed-down, though, and it erupted forth, crossing the whole parking lot and vaporizing whatever and whoever it touched, melting even the concrete to a soft paste as all the RA soldiers that had been left in front of the gates were instantaneously burned into nothingness, erased completely even before they could let our a shriek of horror. Even the Warlord tanks all but vanished into the flames, leaving almost no sign of their existence, and undoubtedly many Predators were brutally annihilated as well, despite their attempt to retreat out of range...

Killer rolled off to the side, hearing with horror the incredible sound of frying concrete from behind as the pool of liquid, incandescent steel spread wide, the tremendous heat almost blinding him as the air rippled in confused, moving images all around... And the huge male snarled in agony as a few drops of white-hot metal landed on his back, burning like Hell's fire on his skin as he wrapped his powerful form above Alexis's one, protecting her.

The massive eruption of flames didn't end, though, and both ligers snarled as they felt a true hurricane birthing around them as the oxygen-hungry arson sucked immense amounts of cold air from the whole surrounding: a tremendous wind born from the total calm of just second earlier, and even the huge male felt the tempest pushing and dragging him towards the raging hell of flames as they only grew larger and angrier.

Alexis clawed at the ground with a growl, gritting her fangs as she anchored herself down, and Killer pressed his larger, potent body over hers, opposing his force to that of the raging maelstrom, shutting his eyes against the wicked wind.

The unfortunate female that Alexis had chosen as prey hadn't enough strength to resist: she was dragged off of the tangle of liger-bodies and sucked into the flames, that abruptly cut short her last shriek of terror, making even the two lovers wince.

"I'm sure she would have liked far more to die being fucked inside-out." Alexis exclaimed over the roar of the wind...

And then, suddenly, the jet of flames vanished in thin air, and Killer and Alexis collapsed down on the floor as the wind died away as well, panting hard and staring at the trenches dug by their claws in the concrete... before they felt the ground tremble beneath them with the impact of giant steps drawing near.

"Get back and stay back!" Alexis ordered on the radio as she rolled to the left and kicked up to her feet, Killer doing the same in the opposite direction, both turning towards the entrance of the factory.

"Three." The huge male muttered after feeling the rhythm of steps, and Alexis confirmed with a nod, her eyes cold and focused as she got into a ready position.

"UCWs. The latest model, I'd say." The femme fatale calmly announced, and Killer squared Wyvern in front of himself, staring ahead as the three massive machines emerged from the darkness of the tunnel leading into the underground facility.

The Unmanned Combat Walkers were indeed three, and new. They almost surely were the Samurai model that Siegfried and Alexander had described in the latest reports from the front line. Huge, at a full 50 feet of height and feed power from a miniaturized nuclear fusion reactor in their heavily-armored chest, the massive humanoid robots were the latest evolution of the RA concept of perfect war machine.

Without hunger, without thirst, without tiredness or fear. Rapid, invulnerable and flexible in their role on the battlefield, combining unrivaled mobility to the firepower of a warship, the UCWs was the ultimate weapon system. Riaku had supported the researches and the development of those, told that they would have been used in place of the soldiers, and thus they would have put no more lives at risk...

But the true and unique reason why there's no pilot inside is just that the pilot would be a limit for the machine's capabilities...

Killer's eye shot from one UCW to the other, quickly analyzing the new threat: clearly, the RA had finally made up its mind on what model was best to mass-produce: the three robots themselves were identical, anthropomorphic in their structure, standing on powerful mechanic legs and with a thickly-armored chest, which protected the miniaturized nuclear reactor running the machine. Differently from the Ninja or the Andromeda that he and Alexis had once destroyed, the new model sported a streamlined weapons-fit... at least for what I can see...

The fixed armament had been reduced to two 30 mm Gatling guns for close-engagement, mounted at the cheeks, and 12 grenade-launcher tube arranged in clusters of six in each shoulder. Those surely were loaded with a mix of HE, Air Burst and Smoke grenades, and he could see 14 canisters, containing multi-purpose missiles, fitted into launcher-cells in the shoulders, enabling the drone to successfully engage targets, he was willing to bet, both on the surface and in the sky.

The two plasma-sabers had been maintained, judging from the two tubes sticking up from behind the shoulders of each robot... But what had been radically changed were the arms.

Both were thicker, better protected and evidently far stronger. Both, moreover, ended in mechanical hands strong enough to crush a tank into a can... But the right hand of each of the machines was tightly holding the handle of the massive main weapon of choice.

All three those weapons were based on the same basic body, it seemed... It looked like an oversized rifle, but with the handle curiously built above the barrel instead of in the normal position it should have occupied in a normal gun.

The difference, though, came at the front of the three weapons: the Samurai to the right carried a square-barrel, immense Rail Gun, undoubtedly capable to cause terrific damage: its caliber had to be well over twice as big as the Warlord's main cannon, which meant something in the range of 800 mm, a caliber almost absurd in its obscene power.

A long belt of shells came down along the arm to feed the weapon from an armoured backpack, and it suggested a quite-high rate of fire as well.

The middle UCW carried the source of the tremendous hurricane of fire of a moment earlier, apparently... as big as the Rail Gun, this one weapon was a massive, advanced flamethrower that projected out to a kilometer of distance a true jet of super-heated plasma, generating flames capable to cause the sort of everything-melting maelstrom of earlier. The plasma came down to the launcher across a tube, traveling down it confined in a magnetic field of extreme power.

The last freakish machine of destruction carried an absurd, frightening Vulcan gun made up by a bundle of 7 artillery howitzers caliber 155 mm, that a powerful engine forced into a constant revolution. A belt of hundreds of shells coming from the back of the robot came down to the autoloader system.

By far the most powerful incarnation ever of the Gatling concept... it's monstrous...

As Killer looked up to the tremendous machines, a barrage of Javelin missiles came down from the mountain, diving down from the sky with ferocity and aiming for the three abominations... But as it was overall expected, the missiles exploded uselessly in midair, striking against an invisible but solid dome of electromagnetic energy coming from the UCWs.

The robots kept advancing , ignoring the rain of fire entirely, even as one of the gunships engaged them, unleashing a new hurricane of rounds and rockets down into them, but it was all completely useless. Missiles roared out of the cells in the shoulders of the three giant machines, shooting up towards the sky with a flash of flame, and the gunship somewhere above in the night sky immediately broke off into diversionary maneuvers, but Killer could do nothing against it, as he stared in horror to the third robot as it turned on the spot and raised the super-Vulcan to aim it at the mountain above, from where the Predators had opened fire with the portable missiles: the gigantic weapon growled, and it was different and scarier than any other thing Killer had ever heard, as hundreds of artillery shells were fired straight upwards in a endless burst, the robot coldly aiming the weapon from side to side, drawing a line of explosions along the side of the mountain.

The night turned brighter than day itself with the obscene number of blasts, as the forest was disintegrated to the very roots of the trees, slivers of wood raining down so far away that they hailed all around Killer and Alexis, the rock crumbling as craters upon craters changed the face of the mountain itself.

"Fucking stop it!" Killer roared, charging forwards in total, ferocious fury, Wyvern held up for a vicious strike... But the Flamethrower-unit stepped forwards to cover its mechanic comrade, squaring the massive weapon at him and firing out another wave of incandescent plasma.

Killer felt his heartbeat pummel in his ears as flames erupted in front of him in a blood-red dawn, filling his whole vision, running forwards to erase him forever...

But Alexis leapt forwards and shot in front of him, roaring as her aura danced around her, whipping at the air with sapphire flames as she squared her palms and stretched her arms forwards: Killer felt the shockwave almost forcing him backwards, the floor of concrete exploding in crumbles and slivers that absurdly floated up in the air, and he gaped at the sight of an almost-solid, curved barrier of sapphire force that burst forth into the incoming hell of darkness.

The impact was tremendous, and Alexis snarled, gritting her teeth as she was slammed backwards several feet, the steel soles of her boots digging trenches in the ground as she resisted, and forced back, focusing her energy down her arms and out of her hands, as the burning inferno clashed against her barrier and was forced off to the sides.

Wherever he looked, Killer saw only burning plasma sailing past them, on both sides and even above them... sweat rolled down his form like he was taking a shower, and he winced at the heat he felt, which almost set his clothes on fire, which made the handle of Wyvern incandescent. The roar of Hell itself growled into their hears as he ran up to Alexis, leaping towards her as her back arched and her muscles bulged with the tremendous effort.

"Blast it!" Alexis roared over the growl of the flames, and Killer swung Wyvern hard forwards, roaring and trying to put all of his force into the tremendous blow... He didn't even knew what he was doing. But he was aware that Alexis did know. And it is all I need.

Golden fire erupted from his hand as it tightly gripped the handle of his gigantic blade, and like a massive sun-beam, the blazing energy sailed down the crimson blade and shot forwards like a laser, piercing across the wall of flames ahead without an effort...

And immediately, the hurricane of fire died and vanished, and he and Alexis looked up to see the beam of light melting the flamethrower and slicing off the arm of the immense machine, which stumbled backwards, almost falling off as super-heated plasma spurted out of the ruins of the weapon and stuck to the armor of the UCW, melting the right half of its body nearly all the way to show the internal structure and uncover the nuclear reactor.

But yet, it wasn't enough, as the arm left intact shot up and grabbed the handle of a plasma-saber, drawing it out with an angry swing forwards.

It wasn't enough, though, as the Gatling-equipped Samurai turned its chest over the solid base of its legs, and watered the two ligers under a hurricane of artillery shells.

Alexis winced and fell to a knee as explosions pummeled her barrier from all sides, the ground around them vanishing as concrete cracked and crumbled and become dust as the raw earth was exposed and immediately plowed by the blasts, that dug craters deeper and deeper...

The plasma blade fell straight down towards Alexis, but Killer had already charged forwards, letting out an inarticulate, frightening yell of fury as he launched himself at the leg of the damaged UCW. He slammed his shoulder into it with a roar, grinning viciously as even the armor of titanium was deeply dented and nearly torn apart by his brutal force, and he swung Wyvern ferociously out once, twice, thrice in a lightning-fast row, striking back and forth against the legs of the stumbling machine.

The Samurai fell backwards before its deadly plasma blade could strike, its legs chopped off neatly by Wyvern's slashes, and Alexis grinned despite the tremendous effort of keeping the barrier in place under the tempest of fire, her powerful muscles bulging like tires even as her legs trembled, feet sinking deep into the concrete as she bore the burden of tons of explosives raging against her own immense force.

Killer turned to the Gatling-fielding UCW immediately, stomping forwards with a snarl of savage fury, and the massive robot switched its focus towards him, directing the flow of grenades out towards the giant male, the machine automatically firing its 30 mm Vulcans as well to try and fight the liger off...

But Alexis grinned wider, feeling the burden suddenly diminished even as she protected Killer under the same barrier of energy, and she cackled as she gathered her force up, closing a hand into a fist and slamming it forwards with all her force.

"That's why you shouldn't even think about challenging us!" She roared as her barrier shaped into a titanic spearhead, shooting forwards and slamming into the enormous UCW hard enough to send the 50-foot colossus crashing backwards into the side of the mountain, the bursts of shells and bullets going wild as the machine fell over, and Killer quickly leaping high into the air with a vicious grin even as the Vulcan guns of the last UCW fired bursts at him, trying to take him down: the huge male swung Wyvern point down and dived down for the chest of the fallen machine, forcing down with both hands onto the handle of his sword: the thick blade pierced the titanium armor like butter as his muscles bulged, back arching with the force of the blow he threw, and energy shot down both his arms in a violent wave.

The effect was incredible, as the chest of the machine imploded violently, the enormous robot sinking down into the concrete as the floor shattered, collapsed into a crater, and cracked out in a wide range above the whole parking lot, the earth trembling with the immense force.

The last UCW reacted immediately, but it was already a moment too late: its Rail Gun blasted out a shell with a power comparable to a nuke, as it flaked out at Mach 25, but Killer had leapt away from the wrecked robot already: the massive, hypersonic shell crumbled the wreck completely, and dug an immense crater as the round sank deep into Earth, before a second was almost immediately blasted out as well, but missing again, blasting to bits the top of a mountain at several miles of distance as Killer flipped in midair and exploited the massive shockwave that rippled the sky to let himself being fired upwards like a bullet, out of the way of the third shell as well...

And suddenly the UCW turned towards Alexis, and blasted its fourth round in her direction instead.

Killer screamed.

The shell hit Alexis's barrier with a clash of unbelievable proportion, the impact shaking the mountains... and there was a loud crack as her shield shattered in pieces.

The explosion was immense, and it seemed to erase the whole parking lot as another 300-feet crater was blown open...

But in the same time, two beams of sapphire light exploded forth from the cloud of smoke and dust, piercing the UCW from side to side at chest height and in full face, sending it crashing backwards in a smoldering, useless heap of scrap, decapitated and with an immense sizzling hole in place of its once proud, armoured chest.

Alexis glared at it from where she stood in a crouch, hands still smoking lightly, still stretched forwards for the blow just fired, muzzle crested in a wide grin.

"No one beats me at western-style draw-out. No one." She stated coldly, grinning viciously as she stood up and closed her fists gamely, stretching her fingers a bit as her fingerless gloves of black-leather still let out a bit of smoke, before she beat her mighty fists together twice, looking around herself. "Over with already...? I hoped there would be more."

"I did not." Killer mumbled as he landed beside her, and she rolled her eyes upwards a bit before the two traded accomplice grins, knocking fist-to-fist once before both almost simultaneously rolled their potent shoulders and cracked their necks loudly.

"Kumari may be inside." Killer observed, turning towards the dark tunnel leading into the facility.

"Sure thing. I feel a big bastard's energy in there, and it must be him. Coward tiny dick truly does not want to come out on his own... gotta kick his ass out of his little hiding place for ourselves." Alexis stated, grinning as she nodded slightly... and then they traded a nod, passing a whole speech in a single gaze.

"We're going to break inside and clear the way. Stay back until we give new orders." Alexis ordered on the radio as she followed Killer towards the tunnel. The Predators were formidable warriors, but Kumari was far too powerful for them to be any useful in the fight... it was out of their league. And since Black Wings probably expected them inside to trap them all in, run inside with all the troop was the stupidest of all possible choices. So the two ligers walked alone down the large lane of melted, still-smoking concrete leading to the gaping entrance of the dark tunnel.

The darkness enveloped them for a few moments as they walked down the tunnel leading deep down into the mountain, but no one tried to stop them... Which only worked to overall increase the feeling that they were expected, and that the enemy wanted to trap them in the depths of the facility. But Alexis, had least, granted that no explosive charges had been placed at the entrance of the tunnel to blow it up and seal them into the mountain, and Killer had to be content with that as he looked down to the melted floor with a mix of amazement and horror, grimacing slightly before looking back up as the downwards slope decreased, the lights of an underground parking lot at the end of the tunnel shredding some light towards them.

It had been the area where the materials for the production were first stocked and worked, and the two ligers could already see the tightly-sealed doors leading to the production laboratories themselves. Those had to stay completely sterile and dust-free to ensure that the glass was cut and shaped into lenses absolutely and completely perfect in every aspect... and it justified the sealing doors and the row of white suites hanging from the wall to the left.

"Kumari is in there." Alexis stated, speaking with low enough voice that Killer could barely heard her. "He's not alone, though... four more persons are nearby. Not true threats, however... put all together, their strength compares perhaps to that of your toe. You could totally whip them all out just by waving your cock from side to side a couple of times." She continued with a wide grin, and he snorted, trying to hide his amusement, but knowing he had failed: far too much of his flattered pride had filtered into the steam he had let out his nose.

"And why would the RA keep four nerds in its facility...? Hope to stop us by moving us to pity...?" Killer asked, and Alexis grinned slightly, cocking her head boldly.

"They keep them because they are epic bookish, actually." Alexis stated, and then nodded, her expression getting colder and far less amused. "And not of the good kind. From each of them, I sense thrice the normal amount of thoughts that would come from your averagely-smart person... But between all the disgusting thoughts of genetic abominations and death and gore that I see, there's not a single wish about getting laid. This tells you what kind of asses we are facing." Alexis stated with a grimace, and Killer smiled a bit in agreeable amusement at the way she always found to tell things in a sex-related way.

Admittedly, though, the absence of sex-thoughts is scary. Unless we are truly the only two guys in the world that cherish dear ol'sex so much...

"They are four scientists: all geneticists that defected Ire years ago, when the monstrous projects they had been pursuing got too disgusting even for Ire's standards, and the government shutted the research down." The femme fatale concluded, before closing her eyes for a moment as she focused over the energies and the thoughts she sensed coming from the rooms ahead. Both ligers took a pause and leaned their backs against the side wall, Killer scanning the area with his senses, ready to tackle any aggression, to leave Alexis free to concentrate fully.

"I'd say that one of them is Death's Sculptor... born Abdullah Rabaht, for what I see in his mind. Hell, now I see why he picked up that nickname." Alexis added, and Killer grimaced in true disgust: Death Sculptor was a world-wanted criminal that had been globally condemned to death, with the suggestion of executing the condemn on the spot, as soon as he was identified. That, though, had proved difficult, because no one knew anything about the criminal: there were no images of him, and no one had any clue about who he had been before becoming the evil scientist he was. Ire had hired him in mysterious circumstances, attracted by the evident talents he had to offer, and protected him in every way, erasing every evidence of the previous life of the nameless person that now was known as Death Sculptor.

The scientist had been hired to study the concrete possibility of using dead bodies as soldiers, and he had carried out that work magnificently... creating genetically-enhanced zombies destined to follow any kind of order, fighting until they were completely destroyed and physically made incapable to hurt anyone. He had gone further ahead on the disgusting path, though, kidnapping children throughout Ire and the nations nearby: he seeked in them particular genetic characteristics, and strange powers like, for example, Vera's ones, and he experimented over them in every way to further enhance their supernatural capabilities, before killing them to change them into super-zombies, his Supernatural Army.

Ire, in the end, had discovered this horror, and shut down the project entirely: with force, to be accurate, raiding the laboratories of Death Sculptor and destroying every creature they found, killing every scientist and every test-subject, trying to erase every sign of the existence of those facilities and especially of that horrendous program of experiments.

The main target of the raid, the Death Sculptor himself, had been able to escape, however... and no one in Ire had ever been able to completely counter the accusation of having allowed the monster to escape, perhaps planning to use again its talents one day.

"The other three are worth of him, too... One is 'The chemical', the one that produced the latest version of lethal nerve-destroying gas and used it in countless terror attacks, up to the slaughter in Armoria. The other two apparently were with Death Sculptor during the tests on the "special" children to train and then turn into super-zombies." Alexis coldly announced, and Killer gritted his fangs in a mix of fury and horror as memories got back to him: memories of Armoria after being wrapped in a cloud of gas. Memories of a whole region left desert and crowded only by corpses, horribly contorted in impossible poses: their bodies had writhed out of control, with such violence that their bones had cracked in pieces, giving them all an horrible agony as their nervous system was burnt down by the gas.

"What about Kumari...?" Killer asked after a moment of silence, chasing the horrible images out of his mind to focus on the task at hand.

"Nothing." Alexis stated simply, and Killer stared at her in surprise. She merely shrugged, shaking her head a bit. "I feel his energy, and I can tell you that there's a massive amount of demonic power into him... but he has no cerebral activity. No thoughts, no nervous pulses... his brain gives me no signal at all to pick up." The femme fatale paused, then grimaced a bit as she looked ahead to the door at the end of the tunnel that they were by now reaching. "If you ask me, he's dead."

Killer nodded, understanding her point. That would explain the presence of the Death Sculptor... Kumari must be his latest specimen... "But not dead enough, right...?"

"Right." Alexis nodded, and Killer grimaced as they walked forwards, along the last stretch.

"I fear you are awfully right, as always." He mumbled, and she grinned a bit.

Killer stepped first past the threshold and into the light, instinctively overtaking Alexis and shielding her with his larger frame, making the femme fatale roll her eyes upwards with an amused grin before she playfully but firmly pushed him to the side with a hand, stepping ahead with a teasing grin.

He turned to her and snorted, but he had no time to say anything as loudspeakers in the corners of the room immediately barked out loudly. "Welcome, Lord Wyvern, Queen Alexis! The most interesting specimens I ever got around to study! Come in, and the greatest scientific conquest of the century will start!"

Killer winced at the pretty heavy hint of madness in that barking, smoke-hoarsened voice that so excitedly addressed them. It was like a children squeaking in joy after finding a long-dreamed toy under the Christmas tree... but the joy and the eagerness in the tone were far too unrestrained not to betray the folly behind the words.

"You enjoyed the "Little Chemist Kit" far too much when you were a kid, man." Alexis stated with a bored sigh, turning towards the thick armored glass of an observation post that looked down at the room from 40 feet of height. Once it had been used to direct the operations in the magazine, but now it had been turned into a sort of bunker, completely sealed and protected by thick armor.

"I prefer genetic over chemic, actually, Lady Alexis." Death Sculptor answered calmly, grinning maniacally down at them from behind the thick glass.

"Whatever." Alexis replied icily.

Killer looked up to see the face of the terrorist that all the world searched from years, and that many governments had secretly hired and protected and supported, but he was disappointed. Death Sculptor, for some reason, wore a old, worn anti-gas mask... pretty much in-line with his horrible, weird and crazy self anyway.

He could see enough to recognize that Death Sculptor was actually a rather fat, brown-furred timberwolf, that probably barely brushed the 5.5 feet of height. Wasn't for his wicked but admittedly exceptional brain, he would have probably finished his days eating hamburgers five times a day, living on crappy comic books.

And it would have been better for the whole world.

The other three scientists behind him were equally insignificant, physically... The tallest was an horse in white coat, but his skinny figure went past the 6-foot something anyway. He had to be the Chemist, though... and he had at least a million deaths burdening his shoulders, after he used his cherished nerve gas against the civilians in Armoria.

Killer looked around the room rapidly: the bunker with the scientists jutted out from the left wall, 40 feet above them, and had doors opening on the metallic platform that ran along the walls... the walls had been tiled with white plates of ceramic, while the floor was covered by a metallic grid... which was very suspicious. Alexis had noticed it as well, and her eyes had narrowed slightly... she was scanning the area with her senses to find out if they weren't just about to be grilled by a massive release of high-voltage current into the floor... So he focused instead on the massive, winged creature that stood in front of them, secured in erect position by chains attached to the wall behind it.

Kumari was undoubtedly dead: actually, what Killer could see of the feared warrior-officer nicknamed Black Wings was just part of the face, since the rest was hidden by thick black armor... But even that little was enough, since the skull was exposed, no flesh and no muscle and no tissue left of his face, the bone in full sight.

It kinda left little doubts about the departure of the one that had been known as Kumari.

The massive wings, spread wide for a mighty 80 feet of width, showed their true nature: a mix of mechanic technology and demonic essence. Artificial feathers of steel, shaped and sharpened like rapiers, had been connected to the edge of what was undoubtedly a demonic, leathery wing. The thick musculature connecting the immense wings to the back of Kumari had been protected with carefully shaped armor, and frightening curving spikes of steel jutted out from it... And apparently, some kind of miniaturized jet-engine was built into the armor, and could deploy all its power across slits in the armor, propelling Black Wings even faster than he could already go with his wings.

Another aspect that was immediately impressive was the hugeness. Kumari had probably been quite a behemoth himself in life, but the exoskeleton built around him (and probably integrated with his body in an unicum of organic and mechanic) made him easily 25 feet tall. He seemed to fill up the whole room, even just standing against the wall.

The right arm of the exoskeleton was fitted with a built-in Vulcan gun and several other firearms, arranged around the wrist, that Killer couldn't immediately recognize, since they all seemed deeply and completely changed to work over demonic energy and magic... Besides, the hand of Kumari, wrapped in thick, flexible armor, was tightly wrapped around what undoubtedly was the handle of a massive sword. Without a blade, though... It is either going to be a demonic weapon, or a plasma blade, I guess.

The left arm wasn't less menacing, anyway, since a thick chain connected the wrist of Kumari's exoskeleton to a massive "Morning Star": a gigantic, heavy ball of steel from which jutted vicious, thick spikes.

"My best creation ever! Isn't it wonderful...? Of course it is!" Death Sculptor exclaimed, with an horrible note of delight in his voice as he looked down at the gigantic hybrid skeleton-machine that he had created.

"You killed your own allied." Killer observed with horror, making a bit of a grimace at the exposed skull, but Death Sculptor only laughed loudly, making the loudspeakers launch a whine of protest.

"I just made Kumari stronger, far stronger than he could have ever become, no matter how sophisticated the machinery and the genetic modifications!" The evil scientist proudly claimed. "You shouldn't see death as an end, but as a new beginning! Kumari got infinitely stronger in the Underworld... and he still is getting stronger, even now!"

"You are crazy. And you scream far too much, too." Alexis said flatly, moving a bang of golden hair out of her eyes before tilting her head up with a defiant snort. "So either bring it on or run away fast."

"So rude." Death Sculptor huffed. "You evidently can't see the art in my work. But you will see it soon... you two will be my next specimens. Once Kumari kills you two, you will be available for my studies... And while both of you become the most powerful demons in Hell, I'll further improve your mortal bodies, and delete your consciousness. When I'll bring you two back from the Underworld, you'll be the most powerful beings to have ever existed! And you'll be MINE!"

The horse scientist grinned, then moved forwards and gained the side of Death Sculptor, quickly acting on a console in front of himself, before looking down at the two ligers with a delighted smile:

"Witness the power of Death!"

Some kind of machinery buzzed loudly, and there was a sparkling of electricity cackling down Kumari's massive form as Killer and Alexis automatically leapt to opposite corners, squaring their huge swords at the ready and staring as, amazingly, Black Wing's massive, dead body moved.

Crimson light suddenly gleamed into the empty eye-sockets of the dusty skull, and Kumari raised his head slowly, his exposed fangs closed in a constant, death-frozen grin. The massive creature looked over to Killer, and then gazed over Alexis, before stepping forwards idly as he straightened fully: the thick steel chains and restraints that kept him secured to the wall exploded in pieces as he moved forwards. Chain links ripped like biscuits and flaked out across the room, without the demonic creature even noticing, and Killer's eyes narrowed in a glare as he tightened his grip on his gigantic sword.

"Lord Wyvern... All Hell awaits you with impatience." The dead body sentenced, and it was a thing, on itself, that still was a bit shocking every time, no matter how used to demons Killer was becoming. "They want you to become Hell's supreme ruler, you know...? The whole circle of Lust cheer your name and prays for you to come and take the lead."

So kind of them... not that it matters. When the moment comes, we'll rule them anyway. No matter if they want it or not... Black Killer observed, his voice arrogant and almost bored, like that submission wasn't even worth notice. And it horrified Killer as he heard that voice in his mind... that voice that was his own, and yet seemed to come from a whole different person, a whole different body.

"I hope they will excuse me, but I've really no intentions to die. Much as the Hell of Lust entices my interest." Killer growled back, answering to Kumari and Black Killer at once.

Off course. I don't have any wish to die either. And that's what these morons do not understand... We don't need to die to conquer Hell... The evil being inside Killer countered calmly, like he was kindly explaining an obvious truth.

Shut. The. Hell. Up. Killer ferociously thought, gritting his fangs as he tried to chase away the voices of his inner darkness, of his obscure lusts for power and for blood.

"Your idea on the matter does not count. We'll put you in place ourselves, and you'll work for us, no matter what you think." Kumari countered with a defiant grin as he arched his back and stretched idly.

"I'm not like you, Kumari. I won't allow anyone to kill me and erase my consciousness... no matter how immense the reward." Killer countered angrily, and Alexis calmly walked closer to him, sword held at the ready, squared against the massive Immortal.

Black Wings laughed loudly, shaking his head with that horrible, dead grin of bare jawbones. "You fool. No one erased my consciousness... I gave up my life myself, in order to access to the dark, immense powers of Hell. Oh, yeah... The Underworld has been generous to me, Lord Wyvern... And for hundred thousands of years they have been training me, making me stronger, enhancing me with demonic magic and energy."

"While I made his mortal body stronger, to host and optimize his new, boundless force!" The Death Sculptor claimed from above, his voice dripping with joy and pride that little, if any, had of sane. "And now we'll see the superiority of the demon-machine over mortals!"

Kumari seemed to take it as a start signal, and he immediately launched a roar of challenge, lashing up his massive arm, sending the enormous Morning Star flaking up and forwards as he seized the thick chain in his fingers.

The enormous weapon sailed forth at abnormal speed, Killer barely managing to duck under it as he went into a roll, feeling the fur of his mane cackling with electricity that heated up the air... and his eyes widened with a grunt of shock and understanding, before the Morning Star smashed in the floor, digging a crater in it and exploding forth with a blue lightning of electricity that sent high voltage raging into the metallic grid.

Killer immediately tried to leap up into the air, but the electricity was inexorably faster, and it caught him like a lightning: he let out a howl of agony as the extremely high voltage climbed up his form and made Wyvern incandescent, his musculature going out of control as his nerves seemed to melt down and his consciousness faded, together with his senses...

Somehow, though, he managed to jump off the floor, and someone grabbed his huge arm, pulling him forcefully onto the ceramic-tiled wall, to which he blindly clung, claws sinking into the wall as his sight slowly returned, his hand smoking from the contact with the over-heated sword, his whole body burning with agony that slowly faded away as he regained control over his nervous system shocked by the electricity.

One of Alexis's clones had dragged him off, and now it winked to Killer as he shook his head with a groan, turning immediately back to see the original femme fatale arching in the air with supreme elegance, twisting her body like a dancer to slide unharmed between the thousands of bullets that erupted forth from Kumari's arm-mounted Vulcan gun.

Alexis grinned as she focused on the images in her mind, the ghost-sight that showed the kinetic energy of each incoming round, showing their trajectory a few seconds earlier than they were even fired... She heard the ceramic tiles behind her shatter in pieces, fragments of ivory tiles flaking outwards around them, but she inexorably lashed Blue Vixen forwards and squeezed the trigger rapidly, once, twice, thrice...

Kumari merely laughed, however, and a wall of flames erupted in front of him, melting the bullets to liquid as they passed through.

Alexis, though, grinned, and flashed her gaze up for a fleeting instant, before glaring back down into Kumari's face.

The massive demon had the time to half-gape in shock as the last burst of bullets impossibly followed her gaze, "leaping" above the wall of flames and striking him in full face: his temple was shattered open, another bullet exploded out of the back of his skull after sailing through the eye socket and another destroyed his jawbone.

"Lose your dumb grin, babe." Alexis cackled, landing on the tiled wall and immediately leaping high off it again as Kumari growled and sent out a blast of psychic force that shock the whole facility before smashing onto the wall and blowing it to fragments and dust in a massive explosion.

"Mortal bitch!" Kumari roared, and he furiously lashed his arm out at her, sending demonic fire exploding forth towards the ligeress. She twisted to the side and out of the way, but the fire shaped into an enormous, alive snake that dived after her with vicious hunger.

Killer charged in from the side, and did the first thing that crossed his mind, lashing out his hand and throwing a small sphere of gleaming darkness towards the serpent. The sphere gleamed of an impossible black light as it sailed by the snake of fire, and everything around the small globe of darkness seemed to be violently torn out of reality itself as the shapes were contorted and violently dragged into the sphere: the floor itself was torn off and pulled inside, along with the demonic flames, that were dragged by an invisible, unrestrainable force towards the middle of the black ball.

Kumari flapped his enormous wings with a snort, and shot upwards in the tall room, flaking in an instant as high as the ceiling to escape the mysterious, incredible gravity force of the black sphere, blue flames gleaming from the jet-engines in his wings, before he lashed out his Morning Star towards Alexis.

The femme fatale arched her back with a grunt, and the spikes of the enormous ball of steel nearly scratched her sculptured abdominals, before the massive weapon smashed into the wall like a meteor, shattering the concrete like breaking a biscuit... And Kumari snarled as he viciously pulled on the chain, dragging the Morning Star back up, breaking a trench in the wall.

The giant monster flapped his wings once, and a hailstorm of vicious steel spikes erupted forth from them as Killer charged forwards and leapt up towards him, Alexis sailing in the air with an howl of fury as she created a solid barrier of sapphire energy, grunting when the spikes smashed into it and sunk halfway across it before screeching to a stop.

"We're not interested in your product. Take it back!" Alexis exclaimed, and she grinned before lashing her free hand forwards, grinning as the blocked spikes exploded backwards, flaking towards Kumari.

The demon didn't even move, however, as his wings gleamed with dark blue light and the steel spikes melted away to nothingness before they could hit.

The Death Sculptor gave a howl of excitement, or joy, at that, but Killer merely noticed it as he leapt up straight towards Kumari, drawing back Wyvern for the strike... before snarling as he guessed, more than felt, new and invisible presences jut out from Kumari's back.

It was a weird feeling, but Killer knew full well that his instinct rarely was wrong with all the battle experience he had gathered up... And it become clear as he felt something flake straight towards him, and heard Alexis shouted her warning.

"Decapitators!"

There was an explosion, and then another and another one in rapid succession: the shockwarves pounded into Killer's body from every direction, and he let out a grunt of agony as his massive body was thrown away like a doll, a constellation of metallic slivers raging around him and ripping gashes into his body as he smashed into the wall with his back, sinking deep into the concrete and sending cracks ripping open from floor to ceiling with the violence of the impact.

Killer grunted in pain as he forced his eyes back open, feeling warm blood leaking down his face and arms and chest from many, many wounds... But he forced himself to leap off the niche he had broken in the wall as he sensed more mines incoming.

He sailed across the air just in time: three, four, five explosions followed almost in the same instant in the place he had just abandoned, the slivers this time failing to pierce across him as they lost part of their energy before smashing against the solid wall of his muscles.

"Lady Alexis is right as always. Decapitator mines, modified to include demonic elements. They are born directly from Kumari's body, and each mine is a small, intelligent demon with its own consciousness. With the plus of being Invisible! A great improvement over the original Decapitators!" The Death Sculptor cheerfully announced, and Killer snarled ferociously at the sound of his joyful voice.

"I'm so gonna crush your face to pulp, you sick bastard!" The huge male liger growled, even as he blindly lashed out with Wyvern, slashing from side to side to beat away the invisible mines that dived towards him, explosions continuously blurring his world in a mix of blazing flashes and deafening rumblings that almost nullified two of his main senses.

Kumari flashed forwards with a flap of his enormous wings, and he lashed the immense Morning Star forwards for a finishing blow... And Killer saw it coming a bit too late, as it sailed across the cloud of smoke of the latest explosion.

It smashed straight into Killer's abdominals, and the huge male let out a howl of agony as he was slammed back onto the wall, his back arching painfully as the enormous weapon crashed into him with absurd force...

But the liger forced one eye open and gave a trembling grin nonetheless as he reached his hand out to grab the chain connected to the Morning Star, pulling on it with all his might. "You undervalue me."

Black Wings was dragged forwards violently with the chain, the demon letting out a weird half-howl, half-grunt of shock as he found himself incapable to resist to the brutal force of the liger. The demon flapped his immense wings too, but it was no use as he came into Wyvern's reach.

Killer roared as he sent his energy down the blade, and the sword glowed before growing longer of several feet: the size-shifting spell that Diana had etched into it could be very useful at times.

The blade speared forwards and pierced onto Kumari's armored chest, breaking even across the demonic armor he wore and breaking out of the demon's back, Black Wings shuddering with a gagged gargle of agony as crimson, glowing goo of unknown nature leaked out of the wounds...

And Alexis dived in from the side with her own roar, lashing Blue Vixen out from left to right, neatly chopping Kumari's head off as she simultaneously fired a small laser of sapphire energy that chopped the chain of the Morning Star weapon in two.

Killer flexed his abdominals with a groan that took on a note of relief as his bulging muscles pushed the massive steel sphere off him: the barrier of his potent musculature had resisted to the tremendous blow, denting inwards the spiked ball itself, much as the spikes had ripped a few deep, bleeding holes into his powerful body.

"Dude, that's... frigging... awesome." Alexis observed with a smirk, and he grinned a bit to her... Before turning back to Kumari's head-less body as it moved.

Alexis looked at it in shock as the enormous monster reached his hand up and grabbed Wyvern's blade, Kumari pushing his own body backwards along the sword until he popped free of the blade and flaked backwards at a distance with a flap of his mighty wings.

"That was unpleasant, Wyvern." Kumari's voice casually observed, and Killer made a grimace.

"That's what people gets when they play with me. I didn't ask you to join the list." The male liger replied coldly, straightening and getting back in a ready position, squaring Wyvern in front of himself as the blade shrunk back to its normal length.

Question is: can he die...? And how we kill him, if it can be done...? Killer bitterly wondered.

Oh, gods! I always need to teach you everything... Black Killer muttered, and the tone of his voice was so eloquent that it was easy to imagine a pair of eyes rolling upwards in frustration. He already is dead. And since he used magic against you, we have two evidences of the fact that he's fueled by some kind of crystal or another form of demonic power-cell. Or don't you know that magic can't be performed on the Mortal Plane without a condensed reserve of supernatural energy, either in form of crystallized-demons or else...?

Killer snorted between himself, making a grimace. Actually no, I don't know, you sick little voice.

You don't know just because you desperately try to keep me sealed away, actually, you stupid too-grown child. Black Killer countered irritably.

"Suggestions...?" Alexis asked, gaining his side and staring forwards as Kumari idly flexed and the horrible gap in his chest healed itself under their eyes.

"Search for a crystal, or some sort of... fuel cell." Killer awkwardly answered, and she nodded firmly, her eyes brightening.

"Good idea. A bit myth-based, but we've been verifying the truth of so many legends lately..." Alexis observed, and Killer grunted in a neutral agreement.

I wish I had paid some more attention now to all that bull about gods and other religious stuff when I was a kid. I'd understand things a bit better, probably.

Kumari flaked forwards with a roar, and he aimed his hand at them, the demonic runes in the wrist of his armor gleaming: the rocks of the mountain broke forwards, shattering the wall behind Killer and Alexis as the stone shaped into enormous spikes and thorns that viciously jutted out.

Alexis saw it coming and leapt forwards in time, though, cocking back Blue Vixen for the strike, and Killer followed her move, but dived down instead, stomping down with both feet onto the severed head of the demon, crushing it to fragments of bone and dust.

Whatever fueled Kumari's existence wasn't there, though, because Black Wings was still capable to generate a 10-foot long black blade that emerged from his wrist and clashed with Blue Vixen... And besides, the demon was capable to evocate again his demonic fire.

Killer leapt back up just in time, as the floor melted into nothingness beneath him, raging flames consuming the whole area of the room and transforming it in a pit of magma and Hell.

The male liger grabbed Kumari's armor as the demon battled with Alexis, and Killer was rewarded with a ferocious electroshock that sent agony down his spine... But he gritted his fangs with a growl and held on, forcing himself to push a hand up to grab Kumari's thick, exposed spine.

Killer grinned and firmly closed his fingers around the vertebraes of his enemy, and immediately slammed his shoulder onto Kumari's chest, using it as a fulcrum to easily overthrow the gigantic demon in a spine-buster move.

The demon howled in fury as he was thrown down into his own flames, vanishing under the surface of that supernatural arson, that felt like a hybrid between magma and flames... something indescribable: fire with liquid nature.

Alexis and Killer leapt off to the opposite walls, and both ligers looked from above down into the inferno of fire, waiting for a sign...

But, suddenly, the fire turned into a vortex of clear water, and Kumari shot out of it with a roar of rage. "Think you can stop me with my own weapons, you fool...?"

"You never know." Alexis observed with a grin. "

"It was worth a try." Killer agreed with his own challenging smirk, and Kumari let out a howl of outrage as he flaked forwards, shooting his enormous fist towards Killer, who quickly moved out of the way... Before Black Wings shot out his other hand and slammed a fist hard onto Killer's back, sending the huge male falling onto the raging water beneath.

Killer sunk under the surface, and he immediately felt the liquid around him change and become solid: he quickly pushed back and leapt off the water, looking down with shock as the water turned to solid stone beneath him.

What the hell are you, Kumari...?

The enormous demon dived down from above, ready to strike again at him... But as Killer prepared himself, three cannon rounds smashed into Kumari's chest. The explosions left the demon unfazed, but the giant creature turned to the side with a growl. Much as he hadn't a head anymore, it was like he still had, somehow...

And Killer could imagine the glare of Black Wings as a Centurion IFV vehicle emerged from the tunnel, cannon aimed and firing round after round as Alexander leapt off the commander's hatch on top of the turret, Siegfried sprinting out of the back of the armoured carrier, his long twin swords already out and ready to strike as Cold let out a roar of challenge.

Kumari laughed, and Killer sensed the Decapitator mines once more, even if he could not see them: the explosions nearly knocked Alexander and Siegfried off their feet, the slivers wounding both of them as they had with Killer, and another mine destroyed the Centurion tank... No hopes of survival for the guys within...

But it wasn't enough: Alexis dived down from above with a roar, and Blue Vixen lashed downwards without mercy, chopping one of Kumari's wings off as the femme fatale implacably ripped down along it, from top to bottom, until it fell off.

And Alexander and Siegfried leapt up from the opposite side, their swords chopping the other wing to pieces as well.

Kumari fell down in front of Killer with a howl of agony, the demon quickly scrambling to get back up to his feet as the huge male walked towards him with a cold, stony murderous expression of merciless hate.

Kumari deployed again blades from his wrists, but Wyvern slashed against those with such ferocious force that both snapped in pieces that flaked off to the sides, and before Black Wings could move again, Wyvern slashed back twice, chopping his arms off...

"You won't kill me! You can't kill me! I can't die!" Kumari screamed, and new arms started to stretch out from his shoulders at record speed... but they were made of bones alone, and when Kumari punched up onto Killer's chest, the liger didn't even twitch, merely coldly looking at the death fist pressed against his muscular chest for a moment before reaching out his own huge muscular arm to grab the ivory bone and crack it in two with a contemptuous snort.

"I'm sure you can instead. And I'll make sure you do. It's just a matter of time." Killer replied venomously, before bringing Wyvern down again to chop Kumari's legs off as well.

The demon howled in horrible agony and despair, but it did not die yet, even as it fell on his back and trembled hard while new legs stretched out... But he could not rebuild his exoskeleton, and all the machinery that had made up the strength of his shell on the mortal plane.

Killer merely walked up his new, exposed bones, loving the sound of them snapping and crumbling under his feet.

"I'm not in a hurry, you know..." Killer said coldly. "If you don't tell me where I have to hit you in order to end your miserable existence, I can try, again and again, to guess the right spot to hit. May it be this...?"

Killer grinned ferociously as he brought his foot up and then slammed it ferociously down onto Kumari's crotch, shattering the thick armor and crumbling the bone beneath, electing screams of the worst possible kind of pain from the creature.

"You don't even have balls, literally." Killer observed with a cruel grin. Actually, he must have them in his demonic body in Hell, because his scream has been truly loud...

Alexis grinned mercilessly as she looked at this from the side, and Alexander and Siegfried glared silently over the demonic creature as it was destroyed piece after piece... Until Killer grabbed the chest-armor of Kumari and tore it open with a flex of his massive, powerful musculature, revealing a red crystal that gleamed in the middle of a damaged, semi-liquid crimson sphere: from there, a complex system of transparent tubes allowed the red goo to travel along the whole body of the creature.

"Found." Killer stated with cold, terrible softness.

"Please, no! NO, Wyvern, NO! If I die as demon, I will not exist anymore!" Kumari's voice weakly implored, but the liger was icy in his answer.

"That's why you shouldn't have thrown away your life so lightheartedly."

Killer's foot came down hard, viciously. It was the end of all for Kumari. Its existence ended as the liger's foot stomped onto the crystal-heart and crushed it into bits, red goo spreading in a pool on the floor as the liger snorted contemptuously, twisting his foot over the remains to reduce them to a crimson paste, ignoring the horrible shriek that rose, deafeningly, from the shattered creature, before it literally vanished in a cloud of black ash, that was consumed to nothingness by a dark blue flame.

"One asshole gone. Let's get the others before they flee and hide." Killer observed coldly, looking up towards the bunker with merciless fury.

"No risks. I'm restraining them myself." Alexis stated with a sly grin as they walked towards the shattered stairs that lead up to the observation point, and Siegfried looked at her with a slight smile.

"You are cruel."

"As a matter of fact, I am." Alexis observed agreeably. "And you two are both rather hot all bloody like that. You remember me of your big brother. But since Killer's here himself, you'll pardon me if I'm not all over you."

"Thank you very much." Alexander ironically countered, drawing out his Metal Storm handgun. In line with his character, the gun was a plain, standard gray and had nothing of personal or out of ordnance about it, very differently from Alexis's twin ones, which were silvery and had small skulls on crossed bones etched on the handles.

"You are welcome." Alexis countered, completely ignoring his irony. "And you should just get out of the schemes every now and then. Get a naked chick etched on your guns or something."

"That's actually an awesome idea." Siegfried unexpectedly observed, and he grinned stupidly as Alexis gave him an amused glance.

Killer grinned a bit himself at that, knowing that they could not see him anyway as he was leading them up the stairs... and when they reached the armored door leading into the bunker, he smashed it down unceremoniously with a ferocious kick.

The four evil scientists were motionless in the middle of the room, frozen like they had been iced over, and only their eyes were able to turn to stare in terror at Killer as he entered, bending forwards to pass the door. Alexis had been restraining them with her powers, but now she let them go... and immediately Death Sculptor sprinted towards a door on the opposite side of the room.

It was what Alexis had waited for.

She drew her Desert Storm gun out and shot two rounds in the space of a blink, sending the scientist falling on his face with howls of agony as the bullets destroyed his knees, spraying blood and gore across the whole room.

The Chemist made a desperate sprint as well, but Killer grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed him into the wall, shattering his nose and sending him in a broken heap on the floor that he blocked by stomping a foot over it.

The last two leapt towards the exit just to be overtook by Siegfried and Alexander, who crossed their swords in front of the door, with a gaze that pretty clearly deterred from going ahead and verify their mettle.

"Please... I... I'll tell you everything I know!" Death Sculptor whined, turning backwards to look up to Killer's eyes with untamed terror in his own.

"We all will! I swear!" The Chemist quickly added.

"Not necessary." Alexis coldly countered, and she quickly read their minds.

"Can they be useful...?" Killer inquired after a moment.

"No. They don't know anything serious about the RA... and I don't think we are interested in their diabolic creations and projects for the future, are we...?" Alexis coldly answered, looking down to Death Sculptor with a grimace of utter distaste. What she had seen in his mind was horrible beyond description.

"Hell, no." Killer stated firmly. "And we'll make sure that no one else will ever manifest his interest in their plans."

"No, no! No, wait! I can make you stronger! I... I can help you...! All of you!" Death Sculptor pledged... But Killer merely kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him crashing against the wall at the opposite side of the room. Siegfried, in the meanwhile, opened the exit door.

"Oh, crap..." He grumbled. The whole, famous Walcheren facility was burning, the machinery destroyed with explosive charges, the secrets of the RA plans for its advanced technology erased. The shape of not-completed Samurai UCWs could still be guessed across the thick curtain of raging flames... But every sensible information had been most likely lost, or would have been, anyway, before the massive arson could be suffocated.

Killer looked at this for a moment, his eyes narrowing in rage and disappointment alike... and then he glared back down at the four scientists sprawled on the floor.

"Time to get rid of the garbage..."