Azlan Raid

A foolish attack

As the Azlan project began its mass collection, they soon realized Azalo-E, renowned as the second strongest Azalo, was found after a 3-year disappearance. Azalo-E had fully manifested her physical form, leaving her far weaker than normal.
The Azlan project's army quickly surrounds her. Due to her sheer strength, over 10,000 soldiers have taken on this battle. Every tank, armored vehicle, and soldier aims at her, ready to fire. “Azalo-E, stand down and allow your capture for scientific testing!” The commander announces. “Eons ago, the will of sacrifice was put in place for the lower than men to see how life truly has to operate. You all have been too comfortable with pushing the preestablished rules, so I am here to fix that. Let's make a sacrifice. If you beat me, I'll allow you to push the limits of the will of sacrifice even further. If I win, you all go back to how it was all supposed to be.” Azalo-E announces. Suddenly, 4 large walls tear out of the ground, trapping everyone in a vast arena as thousands of sanguine bolts fill it. Every bolt pierces straight through every little defense they have. Azalo-E soon stomps the ground and releases a powerful shock. Over 20 hearts suspended by ropes appear around the arena. A sanguine shield goes over Azalo-E as a tank fires straight at her, dealing zero damage to the shield. “Are you willing to give what you can't gain? To lie in a puddle and allow another’s passing. To keep a door held open for longer than anyone needed? To SACRIFICE.” Azalo-E rants before teleporting in front of someone, reducing him to a red mist. A guitar riff is heard in the distance as the soldiers open fire on the floating hearts, weakening her shield. Azalo-E fires a giant blast of pure kinetic energy at a large group, eviscerating them instantly. Suddenly, a large caterpillar-like worm rips through the arena, killing many more soldiers. As all the hearts are destroyed, a large void forms in the middle of the arena, slowly flying towards the soldiers to erase them. All the division opens fire, and Azalo-E is forced to dodge and deflect the storm of bullets. Azalo-E palm strikes the ground, a wave of energy forcing every gun and armored vehicle to turn into pure scrap. Azalo-E waves her hands briefly, forming an army of her own from the scraps. The newly made warriors attack the soldiers, and everyone is forced into hand-to-hand combat. Suddenly, a large fleet of bombers flies overhead, carpet bombing the field. Every soldier takes cover. Suddenly, a nuke is dropped from a B-2 Spirit. Azalo-E forms a large wave of energy, forcing every bomb to redirect at the bombers. “Give up. This is beyond useless.” Azalo-E remarks. Suddenly, a soldier grabs her in a chokehold. “NEVER, YOU WILL BE CONTAINED.” The soldier yells out, Azalo-E grabs him by the neck, and tears his head clean off. “Disgusting,” Azalo-E says before exploding every animated scrap soldier. They started with 10,000. Only 2,000 remain.
“I told you this was foolish, leave.” Azalo-E commands as the walls fall, letting any soldier leave as they please. Every soldier quickly retreats, going to aid in the battle with Azalo-G and Azalo-K. Speaking of them:

A juggernaut's dream

Azalo-G and Azalo-K sleep inside a Hummer atop a mountain, scouting out whatever Werner told them. Azalo-K wakes suddenly, shaking Azalo-G awake due to the sounds of engines in the distance. “Hey, tree fag, get up. Someone's coming by,” Azalo-K disclosed, Azalo-G grabbing his chain gun and heading out of the Hummer.
“Azalo-G and Azalo-K, lay your weapons peacefully and allow your capture for scientific testing,” A commander announces. Azalo-K throws his spear straight up as Azalo-G fires his chain gun into the commander, commencing the battle faster than expected. The platoon opens fire, Azalo-K’s spear hitting a random person as it falls, as he deflects bullets with his side spear. Azalo-G conjures a large shield to protect from the gunfire. Azalo-K rushes the group, slashing down a few soldiers as Azalo-G pulls his defense for extra chaingun fire. Azalo-G aims at a nearby tank, decommissioning it in one shot. Azalo-K fights hand-to-hand, deflecting incoming gunfire. Azalo-G drops his chain gun, pulling a strange sword off his back. Azalo-G rushes a group, the shotgun shells on his sword propelling the slash forward. Azalo-G reloads the sword before a soldier grapples him, attempting to disarm him. Azalo-G backhands him off, killing the soldier instantly, and charging straight to another group. Azalo-K’s side spear snaps after blocking an APC round, the explosive throwing him back. Azalo-G catches Azalo-K. “Watch this world record javelin throw,” Azalo-G says. Azalo-K instantly gets what he's doing as he puts his body into a spear-like stance. Azalo-G throws with the strength he could give, sending Azalo-K flying across the battlefield. Azalo-K grabs onto someone, his momentum tearing them in half and breaking his fall. Azalo-K slowly walks towards a group in front of him, holding his arms out and bumping his chest, laughing. “Cmon, none of you can beat me in hand-to-hand combat. Undertrained bastards.” Azalo-K taunts, charging straight at the group and swiftly disarming them. One soldier rushes at him, attempting hand-to-hand. Azalo-K slices his throat open before rushing another for a spear hand through the stomach. Azalo-G is nearby, forcing hand-to-hand combat, swiftly dealing with over 20 people rushing at once.  Azalo-G throws various punches and kicks, every strike almost killing the receiver. A nearby sniper picks up the rail gun, aiming it straight at Azalo-G. Azalo-K spots the shot with his foresight. “DOMENIK, DUCK AND COVER!” Azalo-K commands. Though the railgun was already fired, Azalo-G’s left fore-arm is blown clean off. Azalo-G refused for his legs to give out; a juggernaut does not fall. -G conjures a large hammer, forcing everyone back as he puts a tourniquet on his half forearm. Through their attempts, 1,000+ soldiers were still here, with over 2,000+ on the way. Azalo-K is soon overrun, forced into titanium handcuffs. Azalo-G left alone and heavily injured, the sniper on the mountain ready to fire a taser round. As Azalo-G is being closed in on, hope seems to diminish. Though suddenly:

“NOOO!”

A roar was heard in the distance. A simple “NO!”, but the sheer emotion couldn't have backed it as just mere anger. This thing was pissed. As everyone looks to the origin of the sound, they see a large figure atop the same mountain where the rail gunner was. The sniper was already gone, mutilated. Now it was their turn. “I'm going to fucking kill ALL OF YOU,” Werner roars before jumping off the mountain, landing next to Azalo-G and swinging his giant super tungsten cleaver horizontally. Werner slowly walks up to one of the commanders, cleaver over his shoulder. “Have you ever wondered how it feels to be turned into a meat salad?” Werner whispers to the commander before biting his head off. “You taste like shit,” Werner remarks while spitting the commander's head out and rushing another group. “Serveys, NOW!” Werner roars before slashing horizontally with his cleaver, splitting many in half. Werner slams his cleaver into the ground, splitting someone in half vertically while rushing another group. Werner grabs two soldiers by their helmets, crushing their skulls instantly. The soldiers open fire, Werner using the corpses as a shield before leg sweeping a group. A tank fires at Werner, managing to duck in time with the stray shot, killing another large group. “I could almost give my pity.. To all the sweet guns and armored vehicles wasted on this. Did you seriously think I gave a fuck about any of you? One main thing, FIREARMS DON'T LIE,” Werner exclaims before running through the platoon, tearing everyone to pieces and swiftly dealing with every armored vehicle. 300 remain, definitely not the lucky few either. “Centuries given to that thing, all wasted in the matter of 4 minutes. Every little action done by you all is meaningless. You human scum have been FAR too comfortable with ‘making peace’. I've come to remind you why I exist; my power is a byproduct of HUMAN discord, no matter what you do, how hard you try, whatever you give. I will ALWAYS be here to punish you. NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND THOUGH, HUH? DO YOU? NO IS THE ANSWER. Which is why I exist, all your pitiful misunderstanding that leads to conflict only grows my power and ego. Once again, I can only give pity to the resources wasted on you all.” Werner says as over 100 ROLLING BETTYS climb from the nearby mountains. “Good luck out running those, human filth,” Werner says before walking off to tend to Azalo-K and Azalo-G.
Alas, the Azlan project's army was destroyed; maybe their fight with Azalo-S is going better.