#43: Cry Havoc!

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In and out and among the flaming tents, streaked low flying griffin. The griffin each had two small, thin, and extremely sharp ceramic swords. They wrought havoc among the stumbling, smoke blinded surviving Demons . The low flying meat slicers left a silent trail of tears behind them.

The Troll JailBreak was thus provided with excellent diversions.

Any resistance the escaping Trolls met was eliminated by a arrow swarms from their flying dragon backups or, if too close, was just plowed under. All of the Trolls escaped or died during the jailbreak. Alive or dead no one was left behind.

When the Trolls had left the only species that remained in the camp were Demons, very unhappy the were. They would now have to do all future dirty work themselves.

The liberated Trolls followed Berg and Berg followed the lead Griffin. They made a forced march as fast as they could go back to the SkyFort. Not all of the Trolls could stand the pace...especially the wounded. Those that could not keep up were carried. NO ONE was Benghalied.

Dragons dropped supplies and caches of ready to eat food along the way. It was eat on the run. No stopping. Behind them other griffin and dragons left little surprises along their back trail. The Demons were strongly discouraged from following.

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Mennor was snuggled up to his old bear who was quietly stalking the sentry. The bear had developed a taste for Demon liver these last few years. That was convenient since Mennor was quite taken by the taste of Demon heart. The two of them were quieter than one would imagine it was possible to be for two tons of meat and gristle.

Suddenly the sky lit up with streaks of fire. The Demons camp was being bombarded. The two Dwarves, Mennor and Cleander took immediate advantage of the distraction. Instead of completing the stalk they charged.

All around the camp other raiders made independent decisions. All of the decisions were the same. ATTACK while the Demons were distracted. All around the Demons camp the distracted sentries were attacked and slaughtered by the Kindred.

Even so the attacking Kindred were not officially noticed. All official attention was toward the Troll jail break. The Kindred had a field day. They run totally amuck in the enemy's rear quadrant. They killed and destroyed to their hearts content. The enemy was chasing the escaping Trolls and the Old Kindred were systematically destroying those who stayed behind.

It was Glorious. It was like slaughtering lambs in a pen...shooting fish in a barrel. The Old Kindred killed, and killed, and killed some more. They exhausted, broke and wore out their weapons and stole more armament from the enemy. They Pillaged, they Burned. (The thought of rape never once crossed their minds...ewwwwww) The Demon Camp BURNED!!. They did their dead level best to destroy it.

But they could not, it was too large, too big, too immense. Though it was a fraction of what it had been before, so too, were they. They just didn’t have the wherewithal to completely ruin the enemy camp.

But they tried.

They tried really hard. They succeeded more than they knew. In their orgy of destruction they destroyed the Demon replicators. All of them. The enemy was from that moment bereft of a source of food, new manufacture or repair.

All of the Demons that were knowledgeable about their mobile infrastructure...Had died.

As did their reproduction facility. The clone tanks were destroyed. There would be NO more new Demons produced.

The Old Kindred had won. They’d destroyed the enemy to all intents and purpose. The remaining Demons was IT. They were ALL that would EVER be until resupplied from off continent. That seemed to have been a problem.

The hordes of Demons pursuing the escaping Trolls didn’t realize that they were already dead….but still walking.

The Old Kindred didn’t realize that either. They kept killing, and killing and killing ...until..... Finally, weary unto the bone. Barely able to stay in the saddle they withdrew. Taking all the weapons they could carry and destroying every thing else that they could...they withdrew.

The Demons that had chased the escaping Trolls returned to find devastation. They learned to their horror the extent of the damage inflicted by them by the Kindred while they were chasing the escaping Trolls.

The leadership went a little bit (more) insane that day. There were actually a good number of suicides. They were doomed.

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