NAC - Uunca Prides CHP. (incomplete)

Tsunami! - A Wave Of Tidals Stands Firm.

"Curses…" spat Zeizeih under his breath. "What now, surely you have a plan! It seems the Aztecs are your enemies as well." Calypso taunted seeing as she and the others were surrounded by the new threat. "These aren't Aztecs, or uuncas of any other tribe. They're traitors!" Fusa snarled. Osna quivered, her leg still limp as it were. What were they going to do now?

"HA ha ha!" Laughed the leader, "Oh yes, whatever will the old uunca king do?" the fierce beast moved forward. "Stay behind me." Zeizeih took his stand infront of Osna. "I have an idea…" the other uunca continued as his many followers leaned forward ready for a feast. "How about… YOU DIE!!!" he lunged forward. "Zeizeih!" Osna cryed out worried of the danger. Calypso watched expecting another corpse and contemplated opportunity as the enemies jaws flew towards Zeizeh's mask. In a fraction of an instant Zeizeih clamped his claws into the ground and swung his body around. A fifty pound whip of his tail smacked his foe's jaws and just as the uunca's head and body swayed to the side Zeizeih just as quickly slammed his tail down behind his skull. The body smacked against the ground and remained so as its legs twitched. The other uunca were drawing closer as they followed the charge and they were met by Zeizeih's shriek. His shriek pierced the air with an ear piercing pitch and stopped them temporarily in their tracks. Some hopped over others as they recuperated and continued the charge. Fusa joined Zeizeih's side and waited with him. They were confident that the shriek would reach more important ears. They enemy drew closer and closer to the cave entrance. Osna could see that death was sure to be upon them. "Lord Zeizeih! The queen!" Osna beckoned. "Don't worry. We're not alone." He answered, his gaze fixed on the enemy.

Just then a spontaneous charge out of nowhere appeared from the right side and began ramming down the enemies just before they reached them. The enemy uuncas rolled back on to their feet astonished. What had hit them? The sound of stampeding pads gathered round and took their place between Zeizeih and the threat. The colors of the sea and its reefs stood forward like and army of colored bodies of masks and claws.  They were small, but swiftly growing in number. An army of Tidals, Alistair's army. It was safe to say that every male member of the tribe had arrived. Eleven years had passed and Alistair had kept his word and organized a proper fighting force for the Tidal Tribe.

Alistair stood at the head and center to lead from the front row as many muscular long tailed males instinctively took their places on either side of him and formed more rows behind him. They  assembled their masks forward since theirs were of protruding shape and nature making it seem like they had great horns on their faces. The enemy was baffled as they tried to regroup themselves and search for a weakness in the assembly. Calypso was surprised. An army of midgets had come to the scene.

"Kill them all!" Called an uunca with tiki markings. The army stood taught, ready for the enemy. Then in in unison, completely repelled their charge. For every enemy that closed in, the mals responded in odds and evens. Forward rows rammed their bone breaking masks into the chest of their foes and the mals next to them whipped the bbodies out of the way. The rammers would inmediately slam their tails down over the enemy bodies and the others in the third and fourth row would step forward and shriek to stop the following onslaught. Afterwards the ones who whipped first would ram the enemies and start the cycle once more. "Get on." Zeizeih offered his back to Osna. "But Lord Ze-"
"Don't argue, just do it!"

Osna nodded and climbed on to his back as best as she could. Mevayah and Fusa joined the side of their king. "Call the water benders." Zeizeih asked them as he marched forward with a nod to Calypso to follow him. Mevayah and Fusa sounded wails like orcas as Calypso moved close behind them. From behind, the gap began to close as they left the cave, fems gathered to them each one with water orbs of their own. Fusa gave a quick gaze to Tik who was still in her orb undergoing care and blood circulation  with the water flow. She turned her face forward and marched forward with determination. Calypso looked over and past her surrounding protectors and the enemies that were finding it difficult to fight against them. She could see the river, the river from which the tidals were emerging from in the distance and coordinating their efforts. They were escorting her to the water. The water? "Where are you taking me?" she demanded.
"To the river. The tide is in our favor, it will carry us up and back to the shores of the Gem Tribe territory."
"Sire! There's nothing but blood shed there! It's not safe!" Osna protested.
"There is bloodshed because they know not where their queen is nor if she is well. If she is delivered to their safe care, it's possible but the bloodshed will stop." Fusa answered.
"But your tribe!" Osna was still worried.
"Blood is already seeping into our waters, child! We will have no more of it!" Fusa snarled.
"Alistair, to the river, then assemble the Poseidon! Let no one touch the queen without meeting Caribdus' Maw." Mevayah followed up on Zeizeih's strategy. She knew what he was thinking. Zeizeih's wife was also in tune with the strategy as she formed part of the water benders. Calypso didn't like the idea. Water was bound to mean a trap. Would she take the opportunity and find a create a gap while they were off guard so she could escape, or should she lay her doubts to rest and trust these small uunca that seemed very different from the one who attacked her. She would tag along for now. Perhaps some good would come of it. But her trust in the Aztecs had been broken. How dare they do what they did.

The enemy numbers soon dwindles and they were able to begin their race to the river, keeping up their assembly as they moved forward. But more of Morgrim's associates soon came upon them making their task difficult. Their mission, to kill the queen Calypso and make the extinction of the tribes that stood against the Glacious inevitable.

They entered the tropical forest that was just before the river and were soon to reach The night tribe and Hidden tribe borders as they hastened their pace to reach the water. "We're almost there my lord. But the enemy is making it difficult for us to get there without taking the long route." Alistair reported. "We have to hurry, we can't afford any setbacks.  The Aztec tribe mustn't be wiped out!" Zeizeih was determined to get there in time. Sly, his friend, and her entire family depended on it! "My queen!" a female tidal rushed in to meet up with Mevayah, it was Lamina "Her majesty Ataraki and her tribe has arrived to the Aztec's aid. But they can't fight it out much longer on their own."
"Take the water benders and some of the mals with you, heal the wounded on both sides but keep them still." Mevayah quickly assessed the situation and knew that the toll had to be great on all fighting parties.
"Yes your majesty!" the fem agreed and fell back with a squawk. Many fems fell back also and joined her as they divided the Spartacus into two parties. "Shouldn't we follow them?" Calypso asked Zeizeih.
"No, the enemy expects us to be there and will most likely have set a trap. They can handle their own. Plus they are not the target, you are. Most of these traitors are either ash uunca, tiki, or night. Most not even good swimmers."
"I'm not a good swimmer!"
"Don't worry, I have something special in mind." Zeizeih grinned.

Just then the branches snapped and the crowd looked up. Uuncas were bearing down on them from the tree tops. All towards the royals. "Zeizeih!" Alistair slid on his paws as Zeizeih and Osna stared at the claws coming at them. Just then a giant of dark brown and green flew over him in the opposite direction and locked it's jaws on the uunca with a fierce roar. A flash of pink flew off of its back and landed on Calypso's mask and shrieked loudly at the uunca that came after her. The uunca cringed in the air and Calypso seized the opening and crushed the fool with a smack down from her fore claws.  A red and purple body landed over Fusa and used its head as sledge hammer as it battered its face against that her assailant's belly. A flash of blue as claws slashed at Mevayah's attacker in the throat. "Your majesty." A polite voice greeted her. It was Pirate. "Mommy, mommy, we got one!" Milu's sweet voice called from the top of Calypso's Mask. "Good! Stay with the queen!" Rahun spoke proudly after defeating her foe. "Are you alright?" Jiro asked Fusa. "Y-Yes, but who are-?"
"Jiro, of the Night's Ash."

Zeizeih was shocked to see them there. "Ra-Rahun? But how?"
"Pirate." she quickly answered, "You can thank me later! Let's go!" She urged him on and nodded to Alistair. Alistair nodded back and the race continued.

Back at the Gem tribe territory, many Tidals began arriving to the scene where the carnage had already taken place. Many uunca laid dead, dying or severely wounded. They paused at the scene, it was hard to take in. "Don't just stand there, move out!" Lamina shouted. The fems spread out and checked every body on the ground for signs of life. Those that were already dead but still had some use were gathered into a small group so they could be drained of remaining useful blood in order to use it for those who needed it. Raw medicine if it had ever been seen but they had to act quickly in order to save those who could still be saved. There were children and templors crying. Warriors spitting words of hatred on both sides. They, just as Fusa did, sealed the wounded in a massive orb of water and gathered around to use their minds to sense the every wound in their bodies and then heal them any way they could. Those who didn't need a healing orb were worked on right on the spot. The dying were comforted until their last breath left them. A tiki uunca watched them closely as they made work. The uunca knew why the tidals were there. The uunca merely concentrated on the task at hand. Guarding Boreas and his 'child' companion. Cheeky-Chozu was determined not to let them out of his sight.

"This is terrible," Lamina looked past as saw Sly and Ataraki in the distance, as they did their cooperative effort to deal with Zekroam and the other guardian, Ziggy, "how can so much bloodshed emerge so quickly when this was supposed to be a diplomatic meeting?"

"Such are the tragedies of war." Boreas spoke, overhearing the fem.
"War?" Lamina looked to the giant.
"That's what this will inevitably become if the queen is not found."
"But she has been found! Lord Zeizeih is escorting her here right now as we speak."

"He is?" asked the huntress next to Boreas.
"Yes!" Lamina affirmed.
"How is she? Is she alright?"
"I can't say, we were ordered to come here.  Rouge uuncas are targeting her, but she is well defended. Last I saw, she was unharmed."
"Boreas,we have to-"
"It's out of our hands now. All we can do is wait and see how this turns out."