Syl cut into a chunk of stone, the black stone with a glossy mirror sheen spat fire at her but it was doused in water, swallowing it as Syl snapped its mouth shut.

She held it up in a copse of rapidly growing trees, making it a target for all. She didn’t even wait for it to be torn into chunks before rushing forward and body slamming a bull that was more legs than body with molten horns leaking lava form their tips.

She jumped away as Mery slammed the bull down with [Water Whip] before firing a concentrated wave of surge that snapped its head back and moved forward, crashing into a fallen Flying/Earth Type and sending it to the river to drown.

With the battlefield so spread out, moves that would have otherwise been abandoned because of the potential for friendly fire where instead seeing extended use. The terrain of the battle was a mess, part of the hills now wet, other having risen, many dry and blackened, some glossy and others frozen over. Some just didn’t exist anymore, having been sent forward and lost into the river.

The bull Aimon stood but it was too late. Beams of Fire and Ice, and crescents of cutting all rushed to cut it to pieces.

A new Aimon entered the fray in the distance, this one seemed to be causing a ruckus.

Myron stepped by Tomin on his way to meet this foe, his Aimon spread out down below, rushing through the ranks of the soldiers huddled in their large groups. “Don’t let them die in vein. Leave the heavy lifting to the trainers.” He whispered and didn’t look at the Heir, rushing down the small slope and into the battle proper.

It was safe, they two of them where far enough away from Syl that Tomin wouldn’t connect the dots, as there was nothing to connect - yet. He couldn’t pay these foolish soldiers any more heed, the line of Trainers was already crumbling. The Group gathered under Jaimon’s leadership to the right of the battlefield held true against the assault, but further away from that core of strength, the situation worsened.

Trainers got in each other’s way, they froze up, they gave up, some sent their Aimon too deep, leading to devastating damage, others became careless of their own positioning and died. Spilling from their guts Aimon to the world that they hadn’t released. First Tier Aimon splurged out in a panic.

Suddenly brought to battle way above their pay grade. Some died, others fought, others were saved by their Teammates but many simply stood and trembled, paralyzed by the smell of blood and the screams of pain, the absolute chaos that spread out before them.

Myron took in this chaos, and it almost calmed him. While never so deadly, the Chaos in the city tended to get worse, more crowded, more dangerous. Here the dangers was more apparent, but so was the defense against it. He chuckled, knowing in his heart that he felt safer in the womb of battle than on the streets of his city at night.

‘Dakini and Mery, Round those Orphaned Aimon up!’ He said through the Bond. ‘Syl, take head of the Formation.’ There was no time to stick to plans.

An Aimon slithering across the earth with four pairs of claws arms and three heads at the top of its neck moved forward, swerving between Humans that preferred to ignore it.

Mud and shale fell down its drooling mouths. The rocky canine snake released a canon of dirty water from its middle mouth with a bark that sounded more like a landslide.

Syl dug her hands into the earth and a tree sprouted from within. Its bark met the pressurized water with rocky projectiles and melted before the Ability.

“Don’t run off! Stay behind these three!” Myron called out to the Aimon that were being herded by Dakini and Mery. “You’ll be safe for now.” He added before focusing on the loosing struggle. A forest rose up at the cost of a lot of Aether to stop the repeating pressurized attacks, but nothing seemed to work as bark was stripped from wood, leaving it bare, which then got severed and destroyed at if it were paper.

What that thing called?”

“Corsonea!” Syl shot back. “Water/Rock Type. This one is strong Myron!” Who in turn clenched his fists, his mind rushing at a thousands thoughts per minute.

“[Surge] but keep it tight!” Myron called out loud while ordering Dakini to take to the skies. ‘Descend with your Tails all together, Pound rock with Rock!’ She did as told while Mery focused on gathering and controlling the tidal wave.

That arrogant attempt at doing damage drew the Aimon’s attention and its turned to look up at Dakini who stared back, her eyes a neon Pink. A thrum of power blinked out of her gaze and slammed into the Corsonea which faltered. It begun to sway, as smiles where plastered on all three of its faces. Flat head and wrinkled; sagging; skin with forked tongue, slits in their eyes and noses without protruding cartilage.

“Hap!” Mery shouted as the Wave was released. It was truly tight and tall. It rushed forth, uprooting Syl’s wall of torn down trees with it and crashed into the snake with devastating force. Picking it up and throwing it to the ground. [Astonish!]

“Syl, In this Order! Blizzard, polish, [Rend]. Whatever you do. Cut its armor. I want to see it writhe in its own blood.” He said and pushed on both of his Skills, shoving them into Syl along with a boost of a few Aether points. There had been no time to do so before, so he did it now. “Dakini to the ground and to your Right! Crunch its arm! Mery take out its legs!” Myron called out, sharing the skills with them too, pushing his Aether reserves even further down the double digits, risking single digit already.

A horrid sound stretched through the battlefield, Myron looked to his right over the group of huddled First Tier Aimon.

A Trainer shrieked, tears and snot rolling down her face as she knelt, incapable of moving before the cube monster before her. Or what had been the cube, now having morphed into its humanoid form, with sharp angles from top to bottom, a long scaly snout, where its scale was a small cube and a hungry glint in its eyes.

A single water whip with a green hue reached out and pulled around both its legs. Snapping them closed and then pulling back. The Aimon fell face first into the ground, but Dakini was already there. In a close approximation of its own target’s face, but with a snout and jaw that could bend outwards, to showcase a hundred and one gleaming teeth, she crunched down on its arm, the most fleshy bit of its Humanoid form. Dark Aether diffused out from the bite, and as she jumped back to avoid a shower of jagged rocks flying at her the Aimon she had beaten squirmed and kicked in Pain. “Grab him and lift him to the sky! He can dig underground!” He called and took it out of his mind. That thing was dead.

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He turned to Syl who was rushing through falling slabs of earth aiming to trap her and bury her alive. She cut through the last one before flashing to the side with a lunge. Where she would have shot out from, a mortar shell of water and rocks landed and tore up the earth. Her whole body transformed and her powerful legs, joints made of actual emerald shining in the cacophony of Abilities that was the battlefield. She jumped and for a moment disappeared.

She cut through, with all her weight and speed. Then jumped away, clicked her tongue in frustration. The cut was to shallow. [Rend] had formed two cuts of pressurized wind, diminishing its maximum penetrating power. She would need to go sharper, more focused, the wind should scream when she cut.

“Guh!” Caught up in her frustration she didn’t notice when she had been engulfed by the ground. The Snake-cerberus’ tail moved and wrapped around her in a crushing hold. All breath was knocked out of her, worry filled her. No! Her feelings flooded through her Bond with Myron. ‘I don’t want to die!’

“As if we would let you!” Myron chuckled. Mery was there, her head smashing against one of the canine heads before cocking her fist back. Water pulsed at her knuckles before enveloping it completely. A gauntlet that run up to her elbow swirled around her fist.

She brought it forth and a bullet of water shot out, from the other side of one head, crashing into the next and blasting rock fragments into the sky. The Aimon hissed and released Syl as blood washed its neck falling from its heads and noses and mouths. Syl jumped back and sent forth a Shrieking Mandrake. [Polished Sheen] she took time bought her her body turned sharper, sleeker, her joints more powerful, her muscles tighter, tendons like actual springs.

“You! Aimon! Send out whatever attack you have! Don’t just stand there! Help out! Or else we will all die not just my Partners!” He shouted at them, and a single Aimon stood up. It gathered something in its cheeks which bloated like a squirrels and it craned its neck up. It shot a blistering hot ball of water to the sky which took a long arc and splattered onto the middle head of the hissing Corsonea. It dug through its armor and a sizzling sound echoed in between the gaps. The Second Tier Aimon thrashed about, shooting chunks of its armor around as more and more Aimon joined in. They shot whatever abilities they had, even trainers that had previously ignored the Corsonea now ordered attack on its. Talons came carving at its armor, and a Bomb of Poison fell upon it, burning its wounds, releasing a black smoke at it made the Corsonea leak puss and writhe in agony.

“[Astonish] that motherfucker!” Myron’s voice carried rage, and as Dakini pulsed with Dark Type Aether and forced the opponent to a standstill, she could feel retribution brewing, like fuel to her joints it egged her on. That Fear for her life which had flashed before her now turned into a burning desire. ‘And a cutting edge, make this cut as sharp as that feeling.’

Myron whispered, and she delivered. She flashed forward and pulled on her Aether. The Ability which she had known for so long, which she had trained so hard to learn and to make her own, to not have to take it from Damien every time. It had become something new, and now she would solidify it. Her claw blade, a glimmering silver and thins as a hair grew even bigger, encased in sharp, buzzing wind, and she cut. [Rend!] and cut again.

An X-cut splattered blood onto the ground like a fountain. Syl retreated and readied the finishing move. Against Rock, only Plant would do true damage. “Dakini, you can’t let her have all the fun now can you!? Make that little snake pay!” Myron punched at the snake from a distance, the rush making him move on its own. The Aimon around him stared in shock and awe at the feats his Aimon where pulling off on their own.

Dakini’s head grew to be 9/10ths of her body, just a maw of dread and teeth. Fortified by Aether, by hatred, by pain. Enhanced by love and safety, by camaraderie, by Belonging, by worship. Her maw enveloped the torso of the enormous Aimon whole.

Without giving it time to recover she slammed her teeth shut. A devastating [Crunch] sounded out, shushing the battlefield, making many shiver. So loud no other sound was heard in that moment.

Dakini turned back to her foxy self and sprinted away. Mery stepped away two and the [Petal Blizzard]

The Aimon howled and barked and hissed and cried as it tried to wiggle away. It was picked up and spun around, cut open and bled by a thousand cuts that constantly healed and where constantly cut.

Until Syl cut off the attack and let it fall on a bed of shrubbery and tall grass she had just grown. [Sprout] She boosted them further and the Aimon fell into a bed of Plants under her control. The constricted it and bound it. It yelped as it tried to break free, seeing the [Surge] coming for its face. It roared so loud that Myron didn’t even hear it, he simply felt his heart stop for a beat. “It used [Rallying Roar] watch out!” A trainer shouted and disengaged.

Suddenly lesser Aimon turned towards it rushing towards the Corsonea and its enemies, taking damage from their opponents to get away and not caring. “Stop the interference!” Tomin shouted. “Blast them all dead!” He called out and fifty bolts of Aether all showered the world in their golden light for a brilliant moment. “Show these First Tier weaklings what an army can do!” He challenged smartly and that lit up a fire in the Orphaned Aimon’s chests.

[Surge] crashed and swallowed the Aimon whole, racking its body, tearing it apart, but it was still a Dual Earth/Water type, there was only so much damage water could do. Aimon and soldiers died, tanking hits from Second Tier Aimon rushing to the aid of this big fish Syl had apparently caught. It’s tail begun to beat against the ground, and the earth trembled. Water blasted from its mouth and the plants holding it begun to be cut in large swathes.

A Mandrake [Sprout]-ed from the ground and screamed at the Aimon’s face before Syl appeared before it yet again, cutting at its open maw leaking water and gravel. Mery punched down and was tossed away by Dakini who [Crunch]-ed down once more.

And that was it. It died. It’s Shields had already been busted up, so this was the final blow needed. It was good too, for Syl was already down to 8 points of Aether, Dakini had completely run out, and flying about had made her a target, her shields were terribly low as well. It would take a mere hit by that thing’s tail to snap her in half and take her away from him.

Cheers rose up from the other side of the battle-field. The Dragon with a flat face that had landed first had finally been killed. Jaimon’s name was mixed in the cheers, but Myron couldn’t see him when he scanned the far side of this kilometer stretch of devastation.

And just like that, all the Aimon near the Corsonea, those called upon by her Ability or not, put into a frenzy by the unholy lack of Aether in the Duchy’s lands, suddenly hesitated. Two massive creatures close to the Third Tier had been felled. Wild they may be and thus far weaker than their trained counterparts, but this was a feat of strength unparalleled in this battle.

“Run! Run filthy Cur! Run back to your home!” Suddenly a valiant voice echoed through the battlefield. 6 Aimon and a Knight rushed through, smacking Aimon about, cutting them up, and further boosting the morale of the Human side. “It’s Syvan!” Shouted one sharp eyed individual. The push back begun, and the Aimon begun to retreat, fear gripping their hearts, understanding that they wouldn’t win spread through their ranks and the frenzy died down. Suddenly, they were very-very scared.

Mery rushed about, casting [Healing Soak] to more than ten Aimon and Men. Myron gave her the last of his Aether, keeping just a couple points for an emergency. She ran herself rugged till she had no Aether left in the tank and she fell to the ground face first.

Myron rushed to her side, helped her stand and moved out of the way, with Dakini and Syl, the latter of which placed a finger on her lips and a glowing Crystal in his backpack.