( I don’t remember when or where I may have said this, but I don’t think Kallitrax has wings, so from now on at least. He aint got wings

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Kallitrax was approaching the Great Cave, his foot steps giving a resounding thud as he came closer. A roar ripped from his throat, calling for any Solosis nearby to come towards him. He wouldn’t let the clones take over his home without a fight. A few Imagos from Solosis emerged from various hiding spots, rock piles, trees and several came up from a deep lake, which was another exit from the Great Cave. All of them came toward Kallitrax, expecting Basalt and when they did not see him, they turned to Kallitrax. “ monarche Basalt is in danger, it seems the infernae clones and that blasted appollyon have taken him somewhere as prisoner. They think they’re winning that easily?!” He cried, an uproar of anger splitting the air. The crowd needed encouragement, so that’s what he’d give them. “ This is Our home! They might have our leader, but WE can get him back! These clones may have fire, but we have our freedom! And that can not be so easily put out!! Who is with me!? For Basalt! And For Solosis!!” Kallitrax shouted, a determined and pleased look spreading across his face as the group of around 35-40 Solosis cheered and roared, their hope and determination rekindled, and with a fire of their own, they turned their eyes toward the invading clones.
Marsh had came when he heard the call, listening to his half-brother and feeling a spark of pride. Together, they marched toward the infernae clones.
( hope that wasn’t too much, I just felt like no one was giving Solosis a good fighting chance. It felt kinda…. Doomed. Also he’s not so close that throughout this scene, the clones could like come and attack them, they’re a good distance away.)