[spoiler]Rear as in the rear part of the invading army And whatcha mean separate I'm not w the Trayve [/spoiler]

[spoiler]The army is in a circle, but I'll put you on north rn. [/spoiler] The fish men were surprised at the sudden increase of mist, was Tarry an absolute fool? No. This was something else. However when they heard the footsteps, they group of three tensed up. One was a crossbow man, the other carried a spear and the last an axe and shield. Grabbing the nearest Mangy of a lower status, one with only a dagger in his hands, they pushed him towards the sound. Clutching the weapon, anxiety took in as the fish shook, flipping the knife in his hand to calm himself. The unknown was scarier than any beast.

[spoiler]Are they surrounding then dome? I thought they were approaching it from one side in a circle. Aight I'm good w that tho[/spoiler] Now sound was taken. Tarry and the rest of the army were nowhere to be heard, with only the footsteps and the aroma found in the mist. Condensation calmly formed on the fish man's scaly skin, warm to the touch and oddly welcoming. The footsteps continued. A silhouette eventually formed, male with something strange worn atop the head. It was bulbous, completely disproportionate to the body. What was this thing? Still advancing, the mist continued to creep along the ranks of the northern ranks of the fish men. Suddenly it slowed, as if reacting to the Mangy thrust inside of it... as if alive.

The Mangy with the knife immediately fell back to the group of three, and they pressed their spines together, realizing that this was not Tarry. The one with the bow notched an arrow, aiming it at the figure where the sound once was and fired off, the spearman running in front and holding his weapon aloft to cover a counter attack. They were clever, but barbaric creatures. A fish with its back to the wall has no choice but to bite.

The arrow disappeared in its flight towards the approaching figure, seemingly turning into nothing before hitting him. Although the rushing spearman would jump into action too quick to notice the eroded remains of the arrow laying on the ground, quickly sinking into the soil where strange moss and clovers began to sprout... Just as the spearhead neared the advancing shadow, there was a blur of movement, like the mist weaving itself to conceal the stranger. The shaft below the head was yanked forward, pulling the Mangy deeper into the mist before something hard drove itself into the small attacker's stomach - the polished tip of a black dress shoe. [spoiler]If I misunderstood and the spearman didn't advance, I can just retcon and say the stranger moved forward to meet him. And dw I don't plan on one-shotting these lil guys, consider this just a setup[/spoiler] But that would be all that it would see of the stranger. [i]THUNK![/i] Its spearhead found a mark. Suddenly, the fishman was facing a large mushroom, two times his size. In its stalk was the Mangy's weapon, driven deep into it. Crimson fluid dropped from the wound of the mushroom. Blood, maybe? It boiled at the air and evaporated into vapour, which immediately surrounded the Mangy and paralyzed him upon breathing. To the remaining two, it would look like the red mist had filled where their comrade had went. Like the stains of blood lifted from the reflection of water and into the air.

[spoiler]He just moved in front of the archer to cover a charge by the enemy, but I don't really care haha. [/spoiler] zzzzzzzap!!! The sound of electricity passing from the Mangy into the attacker's boot sounded out, before he was paralyzed by the mushroom, hopefully, that would injure the attacker's leg, or paralyze it for the time being. Observing the wildlife had led to a semi-perfect warrior under the ocean. The electric eel was nothing to scoff at. However, once he thrust his spear into the mushroom, he was paralyzed, and transferring volts through wood wouldn't do much. Consumed by the fog and mist. With the three left, the archer, dagger wielder and the axe and shield user (I believe there were three, I forget tbh.), they placed their spines together again as the archer loaded an arrow, and fired it at the red mist, to see the effect.

The paralyzed Mangy heard a curse before his attacker from before stumbled onto the ground beside him. Since movement was nigh impossible, he would only be able to see the stranger in the mist out of the corner of his eye. A hunter green dress shirt was worn by the man, complete with a typical suit jacket and matching pants. For a moment he turned his head to look at the Mangy, revealing the bulbous this seen in his silhouette earlier was no more than a turban. By the mask worn by the man seemed more alarming - a calcium-white face of bone, fashioned to look like the skull of some avian. It was mottled with moss and other various flora that grew upon its surface and broke from its marrow. And then the arrow from the archer embedded itself in the back of the Mangy's thigh. Whatever screams the Mangy would've released would be impossible for the others to hear. The mist made sure of that. With some struggling, the stranger in the corner of the Mangy's eye managed to get one knee. He placed his right hand in the soil, where vines that pulsated dark red like veins began to creep upwards and form around his fingers and forearm like an organic gauntlet. He pulled his hand from the dirt and immediately put his covered fingers around the Mangy's scaly flesh that had been parted by the arrow. Blood began to agglutinate and clot around the wound, where sparks of electricity were drawn through painful spasms. He was forcing the electricity from the Mangy's body. Bioluminescent light traced itself up his veins, turning the man's limp leg into a fully-functioning one in a few moments. With the same hand, he reached into the soil once more and grabbed a fistful, smearing it around the Mangy's wound. It began to harden and stretch like a second skin, and unbeknownst to the Mangy, rendered whatever foreign bacteria that was attached to the arrow dormant as to not risk infection. There was one thing clear enough: he was healing the Mangy. But after kicking him? Little made sense. Eventually, the man got up and continued making his way towards the Mangy's comrades. He disappeared in the mist... Only to reappear again, this time his silhouette approaching from [i]behind[/i] the squad of fish men.

While the fish was paralyzed, the soldiers could only assume he was dead. The one with the dagger than picked up a fistful of dirt, able to see the figure through the fish's back to back formation. He quickly chucked the mud, holding it would blind the man as the ran to the left. They were usually fast, especially in the wet mud, which may render a normal person's ability to move. They were no longer in a corner, so they chose flight over fight. The shield was at the front with his weapon drawn incase they ran into the man, and his dagger comrade was constantly. Spewing mud from the ground to deter the monster from getting close. Did the humans revolve more than they did? Impossible.

The clump of mud impacted the silhouette, causing it to... collapse? As if it was made of mud itself, the humanoid simply fell apart. A few seconds later, all sorts of small domestic wildlife idly moved past the fish men's feet. Beetles, worms, butterflies and even some snakes. There was something strange about them, however. They were all caked in flora. The carapaces of the beetles were covered in writhing fungi, the wings of the butterflies blossomed with foreign petals, and the simple garden snakes' scales were clotted with moss and small clovers. If the fish men looked close enough, they would've seen each piece of flora pulsate like a beating organ. The smell of flowers was intoxicating now. Suddenly, every flora-infested organism stopped moving. The plants that covered them began to grow rapidly, petrifying them in cocoons of chlorophyll green. Their corpses began to sink into the ground. The soil beneath their feet responded quickly. A small field of mushrooms with swollen bodies grew all around the remaining fish men.

The fish did not stay to find out what the mushrooms would do, and simply stepped around them as they ran as fast as they could. They ran blindly, flinging mud in whichever way to hit the man should he approach. It seemed that the creatures valued their life over their curiosity.

They found their way out of the fog, rejoining their army and greeted by the natural cold of the night and scent of the open air. No longer did flowers and chemicals bombard their senses and hug their skin. Their comrade, however... The Mangy finally got a look at the man in the bone-bird mask. He looked as he was seen before, a crisp hunter green dress shirt with a turban to match. He opened a hand towards the Mangy and spoke to him directly from beneath the fake face. "I'm terribly sorry about this. You weren't supposed to feel a thing, after all. No matter - I'll take care of the pain." He opened his hand. The Mangy began to feel very drowsy as the scent finally overcame him, entering his body and flushing all consciousness away like a wave of sleep. [spoiler]End here because I wanna do business with Quarter[/spoiler]