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As the creature’s tendrils whipped at Mitra she pushed all of her energy into her feet, flinging herself into the air before landing a few feet forward on a high-arching tree branch above only a few seconds later.

A malboro was the worst case scenario, so the blonde-haired dragoon didn’t feel caught off guard when her eyes caught the glimpse of its form. Baldur had not been as lucky as his body was thrown aside, leaving a bulk of the group defenseless from the malboro’s attacks. From her position in the air she had caught the sight of Ianthe holding her shield out and surprisingly holding out from the strike. Her shield was no buckler and Mitra was thankful she had come prepared even if it was hastily done. She made sure to keep her eyes on the malboro, though she did worry about the scenario of being overtaken by a group of miniboros. The thought caused a heavy breath to leave her as she spun her spear around, the spearhead facing to her rear as she reminded herself that if that happened she had to be prepared to double back. 

Mitra just hoped Ianthe could handle any surprises should any arise.

She shifted her weight into her knees, spring off the tree and slashing the malboro as she fell to the ground, the aldite gems crackling her weapon as it did so. As her feet hit the forest floor, she jumped back, fearing a counterattack after the slashing lunge.












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