Many humans had witnessed his flight of death - if not all of them - but also every beast had seen what had happened and they took great strength from this.
Shouts of “The Chosen One has come!” began to echo from the Essilon mountains as the message was spread amongst the beasts.
And then, while the humans tried to reason out the attack from this strange beast, the animals took heart and, as one, they began to charge. A huge stampede of bison, buffalo, elephants, dogs, bulls, tigers, lions, and many more beasts led the charge… with many, many thousands behind them to follow.
The humans had stood too sure of themselves and as surely as night takes away the day the beasts took away their lives. They charged in a maddening roar that almost shook the surrounding mountains back into the dust from which they were formed.
The humans killed the leading beasts but could not cope with the many thousands hurling themselves towards them all at once and so they receded to become nothing more than a huge, red stain upon the plane. The hunters were slain by the hunted. It was a just ending.