Well, without further ado:
The Slimes didn’t retreat. They continued to attack. It was as if nothing could stop their advance. The Horned Rabbits weren't doing much to stop the Slimes by thrusting their horns into the slimes. It was useless: they couldn’t hit the nucleus, and only rarely would one be lucky enough to hit, only to have the hit be too shallow, or be protected against.
The slimes oozed along, suffocating, burning, poisoning, their way to victory. They showed no mercy: this was survival of the fittest. Truly a scene that would show nature’s viciousness at it’s fullest. For what better than a battle, with neither honour or pride; where victory meant survival, and defeat meant being consumed; where truly all was fair to be done; is there, to show nature, at it’s fullest, and in all it’s glory. For all that the ones concerned knew, there was no absolute chance of victory. There could even be no winner. A draw wasn’t so common, but the involvement of a third force was. This was the forest, a place even more dangerous and wild than the battlefield, where countless souls were lost.
But, the Slimes couldn’t care less. Neither did the Horned Rabbits. They currently only had a single purpose. To defeat those in front of them, and devour them. The Slimes pushed forward against the wall of Horned Rabbits who had formed to protect their young, and with a final push, the Slimes managed to break past the wall of Horned Rabbits that had formed during the battle. The Horned Rabbits had split into two flanks, leaving their children and families, who had stayed behind them, open to an assault from the Slimes. The Slimes wouldn’t let this golden opportunity go. They seemingly had no mercy, as they surrounded the Horned Rabbits, and quickly attacked and captured the children and families. At this point, the victor was already as clear as the sky of a midsummer day. The Horned Rabbits were surrounded, their children and families captured, and, most of all, their numbers were no match for the slimes, who now outnumbered them three to one. The outcome crystal clear, there was no point to continue the pointless struggle. But the Horned Rabbits continued. They fought till their last breaths were taken, and they fought until all the strength had left their bodies.
The last Horned Rabbit, the alpha of the pack, with a splendid horn, magnificent enough to compare to the horn of a unicorn, plunged forward in the last thrust of his horn, plunging his horn straight through the nuclei of three Slimes, only to be stopped by the fourth: a Slime larger than the rest, with a colour the shade of purple: it was a Greater Poison Slime.
Well Played, Well Played! Let us fight once again in the next life.The alpha seemingly knew that this was the end, had a look in his eyes, seemingly saying what wouldn’t be attributed to a mere monster. But, everything had to end sooner or later, and the alpha fell, losing all the strength in his body, it fell to the ground, and, as it breathed his last breath, it seemed to look back towards his family, and gave them a final farewell.
But, finally, it fell. And, finally, the Slimes had won, and the Horned Rabbits were no more.
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