I didn't think, I just reacted. My arms all for expanded into brute form and I charged forward, with the intent of ending Mercer and the unitologists once and for all. He laughed and dashed away, keeping ahead of me and just out of my reach. I followed him as he jumped over a ridge. My right arms dissolved and erupted into Leviathan necromorph tentacles, lunging out and grabbing him, only for his body to dissolve into the form of a dead griffin. I released the body and lashed out, just barely grabbing the edge of the ridge, and pulling my self up. As I pulled myself up I heard his voice again.

"Hmm... Oh so quick with the bloodletting yet so slow on the recovery. Ahh, to be unaware of one's own sin. Still, you will soon see the truth heretic to the moons. This day is merely the first of many that will water the world with heretic blood. You may halt us now..."

His voice sounded as if  it spoke into my ear, as a simple whisper.

"But soon enough, you will fall. And on that day, you will burn for your defiance..."

I shuddered a moment before shaking my head to regain my focus. I ran into the fray, my arms reforming into blades as I cut through a few of the maddened griffins and helped up a wounded Guard.

"Soldier what's going on!? When  left everything was fine, albeit tense!"

The guard was shaking.

"A few minutes A-After you guys left, all of the griffins went nuts and started attacking, and everypony that's been downed took out as many as they could..."

I nodded and cast a healing spell on his wounds, before laying him down behind cover.

"Alright, thank you. I'm gonna see if I can end this."

I charged into the fray, yelling out to the remaining Equestrians.

"GUARDSTALLIONS! FALL BACK WITH KING GRAAF AND TAKE THE WOUNDED TO THE STATION AND SET A DEFENSIVE POSITION!, HE'S NOT INVOLVED WITH THIS!"

I started gathering magic for a transformation, a big one. I sent out a pulse and my gauntlets disappeared into my mana. I would call them back when this was over. I looked at Graaf, who had flown up to me.

"Jack, have you figured out what has happened? None of my people are listening to me, some even attacked!"

I nodded.

"They're not your people anymore. They've all been possessed like you were, but with spellcraft and not an enchanted object like you. Graaf I am sorry but they have killed so many of my men, and I will end this NOW!"

He nodded and flew back with the Guards left. I unleashed my mana as the remaining griffins started circling me from all sides, as if sensing the power I was gathering. Something I had learned along with my biological immortality was the fact that my magic would grow along with my age. After a few hundred years I finally could, with some struggle, use some of the 'boss' necromorphs in my transformations. For this one, I chose a cross between an ubermorph and the Tormentor. My height shot from eight feet to twelve, my whole body gaining muscle and bone plating like when I entered a brute form, but more. In the game, the Tormentor was the same as a brute, but three times bigger, stronger, and more deadly. The only weakpoint was the shoulder, which was composed of yellow infected looking tissue, which I lacked due to my ubermorph regeneration. My armor entered one of the lesser enchantments, teleporting off of me with my gauntlets so as to not  be broken by the change in my size. I roared as the griffins descended at me. All of my arms ripped into what I had named 'uber-mentor' blades, ubermorph blades but with the mass and size of a Tormentor behind them. The griffins that charged me were cut down, and the rest that didn't took up crossbows and started launching bolts at me. I charged more magic and then unleashed a torrent of Puker bile at them, a number of them falling from the sky as it burned at them. A number of them took to weaving around me, diving in to cut me with their claws, only for me to lunge and strike them down. I charged into the remainders of the maddened griffin army, blades swinging. Somewhere in this my mind faded, rage at the death and hate brought onto my brothers in arms by them consuming me. It was only a few minutes, and when I came to, I was on my knees, tears streaming down my face. I had reverted to normal, and all of my armor had reappeared. I was surrounded on all sides by torn apart griffins, and I was soaked in blood, both my own and of the griffins. I stood up uncertainly, and stumbled towards the station where my men were. I looked up numbly as rain stated pouring down. I entered the station, barely holding together. My whole body ached from the massive transformation. The blood on my body and armor had been washed off somewhat by the rain, but I still received bewildered looks from my soldiers and Graaf.

"... Alright everyone. First order, collect up the our fallen brothers and sisters out there. Graaf, I'm sorry but we aren't going to be able to gather the fallen griffins, and you'll either have to come with us to Equestria or head back to Griffica on your own."

They all held the bewildered gaze at me.

"THAT'S AN ORDER! I won't stand or leaving our dead out there in this weather, and we have to bring word back to Princess Luna that the unitologists have got enough magical power to posses this many people. Those griffins fell because of the unitologists, and so we need to get back to the capital to bring word and plan for their next move! Now get going!"

They all shook their heads and went outside to gather the fallen. Graaf held a sad look to him, and spoke.

"So many... So many have died for these unitologists... I will go to Griffica now, and bring word of this! If I have my way, all of their kind will be- GACH!"

A sword had plunged through his back, erupting from his chest. I looked and saw a griffin standing there, his eyes yellowed, but not in the madness of the Griffin soldiers, but rather like... Mercer! His body feathers were a brownish red, and his head feathers were white. He laughed and took out a Marker Amulet, teleporting from sight before I could grab him.

Then I heard Mercer again, his voice drilling through my head.

"This is only the beginning..."