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Siat drove through whatever he entrance he found into Latent, hit a bit of rubble, flipped through the air and then had his quadbike blow up, sending him forty miles away from Latent.

((I'm thinking along the lines of an Incendiary grenade, such as the AN-M14. If it's something more powerful describe it for me.))

The grenade landed directly in the target's backside before going off. With that it instinctively turned, it could have been a tactical manuever if the creature had anything resembling a brain, but it was doing nothing more than reacting to the pain from the chemical reaction that cooked it's backside. It writhed sideways across the road, effectively laying right in front of the path of the approaching cycle.

A fountain of smoking sludge and acid burnt the creature, turning gloopy skin into a hard black crust that broke from the body. The creature howled, jetisoning the injured portion of it's flesh that was hurting, before the reaction spread could cook it's core. The jetisoned part melted, snapping, bubbling and foaming hystericaly. The pile of flesh released a plume of intensely toxic fumes before it withered into a crispy lump, consisting of sulfuric acid, methane, and chlorine gas.

Shortly after Evan turned the reduced beast attempted to dig its way to safety, pushing itself into the ground and tunneling with all it's remaining strength. With a combination of acid and strength it could eat through the soft soil at a rate of 12km per hour. But it was surely to late for such a retreat, and when the incindiary grenade hit it was to better effect because the beast had trouble jetisoning it and moving away. It was trapped. If it had stayed above ground it could have survived, though much reduced, but now it was trapped. It had just saved Evan the need of using the final grenade.

A sonic howl released a vibration that split the earth above the slug as a fountain of sulfuric sludge burst forth and spread boiling slug parts across a 1 kilometer radius. The plume of poison gas wasn't visible, but it was massive, if the prevailing winds took it into Latent, many would die. But the slug was dead, beyond regeneration.

The undead eye in the sky recorded the battle, and all the information was sent to Yarneth for evaluation.

One problem, it's twin would shortly reach the sewers of Latent to feed off the garbage and filth it sensed in the city's underbelly. Filth and death was nector to an undead slugs. It would grow quickly, steadily, until the sewers could no longer contain it, or until another force gained enough control to prod it into an attack on the world above.

[Chase of the Highway - Advent Children OST]

The loud roar of an engine ripped through the atmosphere, even as a black and red blur went by Evan.

Yellowed eyes narrowed behind the goggles, even as he increased the speed of his harley to it's maximum, finally gaining behind what looked to be an all out invasion force.

Even when Sunstrike had leapt downwards and clung onto Vahn, he'd never slowed down; the bike only jerking slightly to the side to accomodate for the added weight.

Vahn had never uttered a word, only smiling softly to himself.

Now...

Using one single hand to maintain balance and speed, Vahn's right hand would reach behind him to his waist, grabbing the handle of Efreet. The transformation was fluid, having long since gotten accustomed to the blade.

Hefting it with one solid grip, he let the end drag out along the floor, sparks starting up widly as he drove forward into the mess.

((Just so everyone's on the same page, my undead can be auto-slaughtered... either by NPCs or other characters. They're hardly strong, except for the golems.))

Piling through the breached gate, the undead continued to rampage unchallenged. For any citizens that happened to fall prey to them, their bodies would be snatched by wizards stepping through Dimension Doors and quickly vanishing. That probably explained why the fireballs had stopped raining down on them.

* * *

Darshendros watched the battle from afar, way back in the confines of his keep, deep in the wastes of the Northernlands. It seemed he had prepared a little too well, and that the first wave was doing a lot better than he had expected. He was thinking they'd be easily vanquished by the defenders atop the walls and such, which would have to be worn down more by the second, then the third. Well, better to overestimate the enemy than otherwise. He sent his commands to his general through the floating scrying image.

"Pull back your remaining forces and leave the necromancers controlling the ones currently engaged, as well as those designated for corpse pickup. Shut the Gate as soon as you're all through."

* * *

The General had been staring off for a moment, ignoring the sounds of battle off in the distance, beyond the treeline. After that moment, The General nodded its helmed head, raised its frosty sword, and shouted out a command. The remaining undead, formed up in their respective attack waves, suddenly turned around and began shuffling through the open portals, as commanded by their masters. With the exception of the necromancers who were jumping through Dimensions Doors and coming back with bodies, as well as the ones keeping the first wave of undead under control, the army was pulling back. The General and the two liches maintaining the portal were the last ones to exit, and then the portals winked out of existence.