Torr had no idea why Ferra summoned him at this time of night, but the fact that she was putting her bladed gauntlets on gave him the idea that they were going to kombat. Preparing himself, he went to putting on his wartime armor: green pants, giant, brown combat boots, metal armor on his shoulders, elbows, and knuckles, and, lastly, he replaced his burlap mask with a spiked, metal mask that completely covered the left half of his face and with fastening straps that left only his red eye and sharp teeth visible.

Once fully equipped, he crouched low to allow Ferra to jump on his back. When the little kutter was securely seated between his shoulder blades, she uttered "Let's go squeeze, Torr!"

He loudly growled, "TORRRR!" in reply.

From his room, Erron could hear the first sounds of war from downstairs. After locking the unconscious Tanya in a supply closet, he started to hurriedly gear up, but he could not find his stupid sword. He checked under his bed, in his drawers, in his closet, in his bathroom, but he still coundn't find it.

Screw it! the gunslinger thought while tying his bandana and shoving his hat on his head, I never used the damn thing anyway.

Before he left to join the battle that undoubtedly being held downstairs, he reloaded his revolvers, holstered them at his waist, and strapped his rifle to his back. Once fully loaded, Erron swaggered to his door, cracked his knuckles, and promised, "This ends now."

D'vorah was quick about her preparations. She only had one piece of exterior "armor." It only consisted of a black cloak with shoulder spikes and holes in the back to make room for her ovipositers and wings. Before she left, though, she had to put Q'intl to bed and make sure all her other "children" were safe.

Once ascertained that they were, D'Vorah cracked her neck and hastened to the door.

"Mother shall return quite soon, my lovelies," she called back.

Ferra/Torr, dramatically throwing the door open, heard a loud thump coming from the door followed by a string of curses. Closing said door revealed Erron Black angrily clutching his nose.

"Whoops," Ferra said childishly, "sorry Bang Bang."

"Ah! Son of a bitch, that hurt, Ferra." Erron said fiercely. He could've sworn Torr's strength broke his nose.

"Hey! Big Bossy say no cursing at we!" Ferra said scornfully.

"Don't frickin' care," Erron replied, "Forget it. We have to check out downstairs, you hear that noise?"

Ferra could, in fact, hear the sounds of screams, grunts, and growls from downstairs; the sound of war. She was eager to go where the fight was, and she could that Torr was, too.
"Wait," she said before following Erron to the battlefield in the dining room, "where Bug Lady?"

"Don't know, don't care" Black said nonchalantly, not even looking back.

"This one's heart is warmed knowing she has such patient and loyal adversaries," D'Vorah said suddenly appearing behind Ferra/Torr. Erron looked over at the Kytinn and scowled, "but we can discuss Black's chivalry after the fight," she added, walking past both symbiotes and cowboy. She turned the corner to the stairs and halted.

"And it seems that the fight will be held sooner than expected."

Eight Tarkatans were just appearing from the first floor. The battle was indeed beginning early.

Erron, quick as light, grabbed his rifle and fired two shots at a Tarkatan's head; a bullet for each eye. He had to stop firing after that due to Ferra/Torr and D'Vorah charging into the fray. He flicked out his revolvers and charged in himself.

Ferra/Torr were a deadly combo. Torr would crush his opponents with his brute strength, while Ferra would shred her enemies with her blades. However, there seemed to be a reason that these were the last surviving soldiers. There skills seemed to nearly be on par with Baraka, a legendary Tarkatan warrior and Mortal Kombatant. In short, they were difficult to beat. Torr was blocking blow after blow from his opponent; never getting the chance to counter attack. The Tarkatan gave a swing of his arm blade meant to hit Torr in the head, but the brute ducked and the attack was blocked by Ferra. Not wasting any time, Ferra jumped on the attacker and began brutally stabbing him. Torr grabbed another Tarkatan by the face and picked him up in the air. He waited until he was attacked by another enemy and flung the captive Tarkatan at his companion. They both fell on their backs and were hurrying to get up. But before they could, Torr stomped on the pair with loud cracks and snaps. When the two stopped moving, Torr nodded and rushed to find Ferra.

Erron was finding this fight to be easy so far. A Tarkatan swung at his neck, but Black blocked it with one of his pistols and shot his attacker in the neck with the other. He pistol-whipped another enemy in the jaw and rapidly shot him in the stomach. He turned to his next opponent with his gun pointed straight between the Tarkatan's eyes. He pulled the trigger, hearing only a click and no bang.

Shit.

His attacker, hearing the click, quickly stabbed Erron in the stomach. The blade missed its mark but stabbed Black in the side nonetheless. The gunslinger, cringing in pain, grabbed the back of the Tarkatan's head and chin and snapped his neck. Once free of his opponent's blade, Black immediately was forced to dodge a swing from another Tarkatan warrior. The momentum of the dodge coupled with his wounded state caused him to fall onto his back he looked up at his attacker, who was looking down at him with a look of triumph.

"Like hell," Erron growled before kicking the Tarkatan hard in the groin. The Tarkatan doubled over in pain and Black swiftly kicked him in the face, knocking him to his back, unconscious.

D'Vorah noticed that Erron was down and bleeding, but she was unable to help him since she was currently fighting two Tarkatans at once with her ovipositors. The soldiers seemed to be quite quick, seeing as they were able to block her attacks so quickly.

Blocking a hard stab, one Tarkatan kicked D'Vorah, sending her sprawling to her back.

The duo were slowly walking to the subdued Kytinn, what could only be called victory glares on their faces. They both raised their blades, preparing to double impale her when the rightmost Tarkatan's neck was constricted by a long, pink tongue. He was yanked backwards while the left one was blasted by a concentrated sunbeam. When the D'Vorah lifted her head she saw one Tarkatan being mauled by Reptile and another was thoroughly burnt to a crisp on the floor next to Kotal Kahn.

A quick glance around the battlefield/hall told the Kytinn that the battle was over.

They had won.