The grass elementals had never defeated any invading forces. Once in the early times of the kingdom, they had driven off an enemy, but since then the grass elementals had never been victorious themselves, always being defeated or helping other forces achieve victory. They themselves had not achieved a grand victory in the name of the kingdom or their Creator in a long time.
This was a sad and furious thing to them, for they had tried. They had fought in every battle the kingdom they called home ever had, but they had never achieved that much success, no matter how useful they might have been to their zombie or undead construct kin. Which was unacceptable to them, as they were the first when the ruler, the great skull Maxwell, had been creating the first of the undead creations to be in his domain; they were what he had made. The undead grass elementals had been the firstborn of all the undead races that resided in the undead kingdom of necrotic smog.
Despite such history and titles, they had been beaten by every generation that came after them as they gained more and more glory, leaving the undead grass elemental as just a footnote, if that, in the history of their undead kingdom. Even as their ranks swelled and they covered the land in their numbers as every few minutes a dozen more of their kind was born from the necrotic energy that filled the ground. But still they were overshadowed by the grand armies of the three commanders that patrolled the lands and those undead that manned the walls across the kingdom.
Now, though, an enemy had come and broken those grand armies and shattered the walls. The undead grass elementals had fought the enemy every step he had taken, and they had been slain for it. Though, to add to their shame, their kind's attempt to stop the enemy went unnoticed as the enemy took no notice of them as they did everything they could to stop him and merely slaughtered them with each sword swing like it was an annoying chore while looking for true opponents.
So once again they were to be a mere footnote in the story being told. At least that would be how it would have been, but that rage of the undead grass elementals grew too great and their sadness too deep. So two rose above the others, embodying the sadness and rage of their kind at their failure to defend their home and at being left behind by those that came after them. So the two that had risen went to meet the enemy and to finally end the threat against their home and write the name of their kind into the history of the undead Kingdom of necrotic smog by destroying the one who dared threaten it.
The two soon found the threat: the one who had slaughtered so many of their kin. The one of rage and speed charged forth, its nature demanding it feel the enemy be torn apart upon the thousands of red blades that now made up its body. The other embodied sadness, but it took such things in silence. So it had already vanished, getting ready to strike while the one of rage and speed charged.
It looked like the one of hidden sadness would be unneeded and that the one of rage as well as spore would give the first and final blow as the enemy did not see him coming. But just before the charge could hit, the enemy suddenly leaped away, gaining distance and causing the charge to miss, though the undead red grass elemental that seemed to be the embodiment of speed and rage was not deterred and turned itself around for another charge that did hit.
The hidden one capitalized on the hit and brought its legs down to try and hit the enemy as it was regaining its posture from the blow of the fast red one. The hidden one did not land a blow on the enemy, but the hidden one made its presence known to the enemy as he figured him to dodge one direction and then the next to not be run through. So the battle had truly begun between them, and the two found their rhythm: one constantly charging, always seeking to tear through the enemy, the other hidden, striking from places unseen.
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The battle went on for a while, the rhythm found between enemies as they struck against each other again and again. This went on for a time until finally, first blood was spilled, and the one in red speed found itself squealing in rage-fueled delight at the blood it had taken from its enemy. The hidden one then took blood of its own as one of its hidden strikes landed, shedding even more blood of the enemy onto the ground.
Both of those that had risen from their humble origins of simple undead grass elementals to the greater forms they know found themselves mixing the feeling of happiness as it mixed with the rage and sadness that made up their being. That feeling of happiness was swiftly destroyed by the look in their enemy's eyes. What they saw took their feelings of rage and sadness to new heights, as the enemy did not have a look of fear from the injuries they had given him or a look of rage at being wounded.
No, their enemy looked happy as if they had just proven themselves worthy of their enemy's time. Seeing this brought them even deeper into rage and sadness, bringing upon an even deeper transformation as the one of red rage and speed began to gain spider legs covered in razors and a spider's maw added to its centipede one, making its mouth one giant bed of razors that would be instant death to any caught in it.
While the one who was hidden began to lengthen and gain armor, making it also into a strange mix of centipede and spider. The one with red speed rage charged its transformation, happening rapidly and completing just as it met the enemy. The enemy had merely a moment to be surprised before he found himself on the back foot from the clash of charges and the followed attack by the hidden one, who now had far more strength to its hidden attacks.
The two further transformations were not just physical but spiritual as well, as they began to embody sadness and rage separately and completely, proving they had reached a higher form of elemental. Though they had reached such a high status for their kind, the two did not care; the one in rage merely wished to tear the enemy apart, and the other wished to share the misery it felt.
Though the raising of two elementals into a higher form did trigger a message for Maxwell, as such things were a great event for a kingdom. So Maxwell, who had been focused on mixing on artifacts of three different monster gods that belonged to different courts, suddenly found himself looking at a message.
Maxwell turned to look at the blue screen, trying to make sense of it, and all he could say about it at that moment was one thing. "My kingdom has aristocracy now?" Maxwell asked himself aloud, shocked and wondering what exactly was going on.
