First seeing Wesley using his control over his own abilities taking on the beast in front of them, Jaakuna would see that the aspect of Holy Magick would damage Cúchulainn. Jaakuna had not talent for that kind of magic whatsoever, so he was at a loss, but as he would see, Nadeline would enter in and use the white magick spell known as Holy, which would further damage to beast. Jaakuna would just look on and feel bad that he had no talent for such a type of magic. However, he would look to Wesley and see that he would be preparing an offense to finish the beast off.

Wesley, raising his sword once more, would focus magickal energy around it. He would also hear how Nadeline would say that the beast was near defeat, and as Wesley acknowledged that, he would continue to concentrate the white magickal power into his blade until it was pure white. With a wave and the uttering of a single word, [b]“Holyara!”[/b] The blade would release light of the heavenly kind, embracing Cúchulainn as it would purify its own existence in front of the four. By the time Wesley would drop his sword form the momentum, the beast would cry out in agony as it dissipated in front of them in little bits of green magick essences.

As the beast would be gone form their sight, Jaakuna and Wesley put away their swords. Jaakuna would jump up and down, arms up in the air freely, and woo-hooing at the victory, Wesley would just have a very ecstatic grin upon his face. Though they both were feeling the same, it’s obvious that Wesley and Jaakuna have different ways of celebrating victory.

[b]"Rejoice my friends, for today we conquered and defeated a worthy foe."[/b] Wesley said, though now he realizes he sounds a bit silly.