The straw dolls were a quite singular kind of curse, a group of beings born by accident from Mireya's unconscious hatred of trucks.

(Where are we going?)

(I don't know)

(That way!)

However, despite their violent origin, they were incredibly innocent and childlike creatures, full of curiosity.

(Let's play!)

(Yes!)

(Follow me!)

When their "mother" had called them to party, they didn't understand it as a battle, but as playtime. In imitation of the games they used to have at home, they decided to explore and, in the process, ventured into the cold and metallic depths of the Thunder Claw base.

The sound of their little hay feet dragging across the floor echoed in the empty corridors.

(I found a place!)

(Wooowww!)

(Let's go!)

Their curiosity led them to a sealed door, which, for them, was just another obstacle in their adventure.

(CRUNCH!!!)

Without hesitation, a handful of them transformed their arms into straw hammers and struck it, to which the wall quickly gave way, and a whirlwind of straw, hay, and twine entered a large training room.

(Let's play!)

(Animal form!)

(Wolf!)

In this way, the room soon became a nightmare zoo made of hay and twine. Dozens, perhaps hundreds, of straw dolls scurried through the space, taking on the most varied forms of animals.

"Howl! Howl!"

Hay wolves jumped and played at chasing each other, leaving trails of loose straw behind and making their imitation howls echo.

"Blee! Blee!"

Hay deer, with their wooden antlers awkwardly clashing against the training equipment, charged at combat mannequins, tearing them to pieces while emitting staccato bleating.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

Hay spiders of all sizes climbed the walls and ceiling, their multiple hay legs scraping against the metallic surfaces with a constant hiss.

"Chirp! Chirp! Peep!"

Hay birds of various species fluttered through the air, pecking at flickering lights and dropping fragments of their bodies while chirping incessantly.

Amid this beastly chaos, the straw dolls in their original form, small and seemingly harmless, also participated in the game.

(Let's play!)

(Tag!)

(Faster!)

They ran between the legs of the giant wolves, hid behind the deer, and jumped onto the spiders, laughing cheerfully amidst the increasing debris in the room.

The training room, designed to prepare Thunder Claw agents for combat, was now a field of accidental destruction. High-tech equipment was knocked over and trampled, control panels were scratched and shattered, and the walls began to show the marks of this peculiar straw fauna's passage. What was an innocent game for the dolls was a disaster in the making for the Thunder Claw base.

(Beep!)

But at that moment, the roar and the playful chirping of the straw dolls were abruptly interrupted by a sharp hiss and the flickering of red lights.

(Whir!)

(Whir!)

(Whir!)

From the ceiling, walls, and floor of the training room, hatches opened with a hydraulic sound. From these compartments emerged the Thunder Claw defense systems: the Tractorniye Strazhi.

These humanoid machines were imposing, with a robust and angular structure that recalled the shape of a heavy cargo truck. Their bodies were armored with thick, dark gray steel plates, riveted and welded to resist any attack. Their "heads" were rectangular blocks with a single bright red lens in the center, like the eye of a mechanical beast, which scanned the environment with quick and precise movements.

Their arms ended in powerful hydraulic clamps capable of crushing metal with ease, and some models had shoulder-mounted energy cannons. Their legs, strong and articulated like those of an all-terrain vehicle, allowed them to move with surprising agility despite their size. The sound of their motors resonated in the room, an electrical hum that promised an unstoppable destructive force.

The Tractorniye Strazhi deployed in formation, ready to eliminate the unexpected threat that had invaded their training room.

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(.......)

(......)

(......)

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(........)

At their arrival, the chaos stopped abruptly. The innocent roars, squawks, and chirps ceased suddenly, leaving an oppressive silence that echoed in the room. The straw dolls, regardless of their form, froze on the spot. The gaze of their multiple twine eyes fixed on the imposing machines. The atmosphere of the place, which before had vibrated with a cheerful and chaotic vitality, became charged with a palpable tension, a dense bloodlust that seeped from each of the dolls.

(Enemy)

(Enemy)

(Enemy)

(Enemy)

(Enemy)

(Enemy)

(Enemy)

(Enemy)

Their small straw bodies tensed. The fangs of the hay wolves and the legs of the hay spiders prepared for the attack.

(Truck!)

Suddenly, from the smallest of the dolls, a whisper filled with hatred emerged, and then spread throughout the room, forming a unified chorus filled with rage.

(TRUCK!!!)

They had recognized their natural enemy.

(Truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, truck!!)

The shout was repeated over and over again, with an incomprehensible fury, resonating in the underground labyrinth of the Thunder Claw base.

In that instant, the innocence that the straw dolls had radiated until a moment ago vanished, giving way to a primal and terrifying fury.

(Kill!)

(Break!)

(Destroy!)

Their bodies began to contort in unnatural ways, the straw crackling and twisting as if it were alive.

"Grrrrf!!"

The small hay wolves swelled, their bodies grotesquely elongating. Uneven, sharp teeth sprouted from their hay snouts, their twine eyes lit up with an infernal reddish glow. Long, bony claws emerged from their paws, scratching the metal floor with a chilling sound. They were no longer playful wolves, but demonic beasts of straw and fury.

"Bellow!!"

The deer, previously peaceful, rose onto their hind legs, their wooden antlers branching into twisted, blade-sharp spikes. Their necks impossibly elongated, and from their bellies sprouted toothed mouths full of pointed wood splinters. Their bleating turned into guttural shrieks that pierced the ears.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The straw spiders became gigantic, their bodies swelling to the size of small vehicles. Their legs turned long and bony, ending in sharp stingers that dripped a dark, viscous sap. Their multiple twine eyes shone with a cold, inhuman malice, and from their "mouths" sprouted thin straw threads that moved like tentacles.

Even the small straw dolls in their original form suffered dreadful mutations. Their heads elongated and deformed, their innocent smiles turned into horrible grimaces filled with sharp splinters. Their small bodies were covered in bony and sharp protrusions, and their arms and legs extended grotesquely, ending in tiny but lethal claws.

The training room, once a technological and aseptic space, had transformed into a nightmare scenario, inhabited by spawns of straw and hatred, ready to tear their mechanical enemies apart.

"RROOAARRRRR!!!!"

"ZZZIIIIIIIIISSSHHH!!!!"

The silence that had fallen over the room was completely shattered. The clatter of metal and the crunching of mutated straw mixed with a roar that resonated with primal fury, while from the Tractorniye Strazhi came an electric hum that promised a destructive force.

Thus, the infernal battle between natural enemies had begun.