The Evolution Chronicles

All of a sudden, the skirmish between the two powerful demi-humans that had been at a sort of stalemate for a few minutes experienced a rather abrupt turn!

Thanks to Mohawk's rather ingenious use of his tail, Charles was swept off his feet! Unlike what one would expect, Mohawk's tail was incredibly strong, not that much off from one of his arms. In his usual daily exercise sessions, he always made sure to train his tail the same was he trained his arms.

That was why instead of just simply pulling Charles off his feet, he used his tail to completely lift the Werecat off his feet, and then threw him right into the wall of the trench! The moment he flung Charles into the wall, he lunged forward with out his hand open. He quickly snagged the human female soldiers, spinning her around to face Charles, who was just getting back to his feet, with his claws pressed into her skin.

"Move and I will rip out her throat." Mohawk growled at Charles. "While I would love to continue out intense spar back there, I would also prefer if I could move on from that. We did not come here to kill anyone."

The entire group of soldiers around Mohawk immediately froze from the moment he grabbed the throat of the human woman. They all nervously turned to face Charles who had finally gotten up to his feet.

"Let go of her, monkey!" He growled lowly. His eyes screamed murder, and his grip around the hilt of his sword tightened.

"Oi, that is not a nice thing to say to someone." Mohawk frowned deeply.

"Who cares?! You definitely didn't care about being nice before raiding our city and forcing our people into slavery!" Charles bit back.

All while the two were fighting, and down to their subsequent exchange of words, the archers had not stopped raining arrows at the army that was still forced to remain at the Outer Wall. By now, some of the soldiers were already wondering if Mohawk had been killed or maybe subdued by someone that was stronger than him.

"Are you sure that Mohawk is alright?" Ariel asked worriedly, causing Tide to raise his brow.

"Hmm. Don't worry about that monkey, he's probably having the time of his life." Tide replied and subtly placed his arm around Ariel's shoulder.

As they were busy wondering what was keeping the said Wereape, Mohawk was staring at Charles with a confused expression.

"What? Raiding your city and forcing your people into slavery? Why the heck would we do that? Slavery is one of the big 'No's' in my book, ad besides, this is the first time that out army has come here. And we did not come to raid your city at all. We came to free it from the clutches of the Henshaw Dynasty!" Mohawk explained.

He had a feeling that he understood why Charles showed so much rage when he was fighting with him. He probably mistook them as an army sent by the Henshaw Dynasty. But then again, that did not explain a few other things that Mohawk was confused about.

"Don't try to feign innocence. You will never be forgiven." Charles glared at Mohawk, thinking that the Wereape wanted to deceive him. "Now leave that woman and fight me like a real warrior." He pointed the tip of his sword at Mohawk.

"You aren't listening to me! I said we are not the ones who attacked you! The Henshaw Dynasty is behind it. If you just let me explain, then I can tell you all you need to know." Mohawk yelled at Charles, startling the man.

A tense silence enveloped the area as Charles struggled to come up with the right response. Finally, after a whole minute of tense silence, he finally lowered his sword.

"...Fine, I will let you speak." After that, he sent off some soldiers to tell the archers to stop firing arrows.

From there, Mohawk took his time to explain the full situation of the continent, along with what had recently happened to the Belmun Pack. By the time he was done, Charles and the nearby people who had heard Mohawk's story were all left speechless. It was hard to believe how deep the plot of the Henshaw Dynasty ran.

After all, this was something that would require years of planning in order to handle properly, and considering how recently the continent had been colonized, then that meant that the founder of the Henshaw Dynasty must have been the one to put this plan into motion. It would require an immense amount of manpower to conduct research and perfect the drug that was used to start all of these issues, as well as properly test it.

"You said that there was a pack that was only recently attacked by the forces gathered by the Henshaw Dynasty, right?" Charles asked.

"Yes. Their Patriarch is even part of the army that is by the Outer Wall." Mohawk nodded. At this time, he had already let go of the female soldiers, who was apparently named Veronica, and was engaged to Charles.

The two of them had been serving in the army of Fressia for quite a while before they fell in love, and decided to make it official. That was why Charles had been particularly angry when Mohawk made a move on her.

"Can I speak with him? There are certain things I would like to know." Charles requested.

"Hmm? Sure, I doubt he would mind. Let me just go get him." Mohawk nodded and stood up to leave.

"Ah, no. I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to return to them just yet. After all, you could easily expose what you know about us to the army back there. It is too risky until I am sure that I can trust you." Charles stopped Mohawk from leaving with a wry smile on his face.

"Oh... Then how should I get him to come over here?" Mohawk asked. He understood their concerns, so he did not really make a big fuss over it.

Charles waved over one of his men and collected a sheet of paper and a pen from him.

"You can write a message on this, and then shoot it over with an arrow." He handed over the paper and pen to Mohawk.. It seemed like he had thoroughly thought it over.