DEATH IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END

All men born have only one end, death!
To live in fear of the ultimate end is to live a life of anxiety.
Little wonder, one of the wisest men that ever walked the surface of heart opined that; out of all the necessities of life, I wonder why men should fear death, realizing that it will come when it will. To some, it will be late, while to some, it will be earlier, but in the end, only the lucky ones among us will be buried in a six feet space.
When the aliens and the jihadists met, only one qualification is sufficient to express the outcome.
Death!
Yet, the wise know that death is never the end, but the beginning of the end!
The jihadists were seen preparing their great assault on the aliens.
"Attack them with fire now!" The jihadists general screamed out to his men.
Some jihadist on suicide mission dragged some jerrycans of fuel into the midst of the aliens, poured it on themselves and the aliens close to them, ignite it with a lighter, and a fire broke out immediately.
"Archers, Attack!" The jihadists general let out.
The archers raced forward, dipped the tip of their arrows in the venom of some poisonous snakes that they squeeze into some containers, and fired at the aliens.
"Horsemen, Attack!' The general shrieked out at some section of warriors on horses.
The men instantly galloped into the midst of the aliens, slashed and poked at them with swords and spears.
Some of the aliens were killed with fire, then from the venom of the arrows.
Others quickly formed a defense, then counterattack the humans on horseback.
A big man on horseback thrust his spear at an alien, but the alien stepped off his thrust, hold his spear, and jerked him off the horse.
The man landed with a loud sound, he tried to raise from his great fall, but the alien leaped at his back and whacked off his head.
Two men cornered an alien and slashed at him with their weapons.
But the alien leaped off the first slash, stooped, then dived as his second attacker slashed at him.
The first man jumped up, then thrust his sword towards the alien's head.
The alien folded backward, thrust his body forward and back kicked the man as he loomed over him.
The second man leaped and slashed as the alien regain his balance, but his opponent rolled off his thrust, jumped and front kicked him on the face, then somersaulted towards him and hacked his head off.
The war ragged on till nightfall and unto the following day.
The more the aliens killed, the more the determined men fought back.
At last, Geisha was left with no choice, so he asked for a spaceship to convey the rest of his aliens out of the warring zone, but the jihadists attacked the spaceship with arrows embedded in fire and by jumping on it from the tops of some trees close by.
The rescue spaceship had to hover off in fear of crashing by the jihadists.
"Let's retreat now!" Geisha ordered his men.
"The humans are at our back in pursuit." One of the named Hooray who has earlier suggested retreating to Geisha announced.
"Our spaceships are waiting for us a few miles off, we need to hop faster!" Geisha let out.
The aliens hopped faster, and they were pursued by humans on horseback who galloped after them and struck them.
"Form a defense of hundred aliens to counterattack as we retreat." Geisha cried out.
"We need another hundred to step at their back, in case the humans broke the defense." The named alien replied.
"Lead the team that will be counterattacking at the back of the first section," Geisha announced.
The alien looked grimly at such a dangerous position but kept mute and quickly selected a hundred aliens that will probably be slaughtered along with him.
What can he do but keep mute, arguing with the superior is insubordination and it's punishable by death?
Such is the rigid constitution of the Hoorays.
Brenda and the warriors with her quickly surrounded the drinking men, and she stationed men at the doors of the sleeping jihadists.
Ten men sat drinking some liquor around a campfire in the middle of the camp.
Brenda signaled to Bobby, Apollon777, and two generals to sneak close to the drunk and dozing men. Then at Horus, Maria, Augur, and Dija followed her, and they went in search of the tent of these jihadists.
One of the men suddenly lifted his head, gazed at the sneaking men close by, stood abruptly, and cried out.
But a dagger suddenly loomed closer, then struck his throat and he slumped dead, but not before waking his comrades.
"We are under attack!" One among the just awaking jihadists cried out, looked around for his weapon, and bend down to pick it from where it was tossed in a drunken moment.
But before he could stand from his stooping position. Apollon777 dived at him and thrust his weapon into his back.
"Yeh!" The man screamed, whirled around, then looked grimly as another big man with a sledgehammer whacked his weapon and shattered his skull.
Two men instantly circled one of the generals and tried to pin him with their swords.
But the general rolled at the man at his right side, leaped up as he came close, knocked the sword off his hand, and thrust his sword into his gut.
The second jihadist jogged at the back of the fighting grey-head general, raised his sword and thrust it forward.
The general saw the jihadist assault, he quickly jerked his sword off the gut of the dying man, tilt backward, and slashed upward. His sword entered into man's neck and emerged at the back of his neck. He jerked it out, stooped, and severe him into two. Then leaped at the next jihadist.
The jihadist saw a grey-hair man with a devil's red eyes leaping at him, he instantly dived off his slash. Then paused in horror as another aged man front kicked him on his chest and he staggered backward, his former attacker with grey hair and devil red eyes grinned, then plunged his sword into his chest.
Hundred of jihadists started emerging out of their tents but they unknowingly fell into the hands of the awaiting men who slaughtered them as soon as they came close.
"Burn down their tents!" Maria cried out at some guards in blue uniforms close by.
The men instantly carried some of the kegs filled with petrochemical content, that was found in some of the tents ransacked. They poured the content on some of the tents of the jihadists and ignited them with fire.
The fire erupted and instantly turned the dark early morning into a brightful day.
The grotesque silhouettes of the fighting men in the field looked strangely huge, and they looked like titans.
Before Brenda and the column with her found out jihadists' commander's tent, most of the jihadists have awoken from their drunken slumbering and had quickly surrounded their generals and whisked them off to safety, then turned at their attackers and fought back.