I watched Myra fight from a short distance, keeping close to her, but not close enough to get caught up in the devastating attack she unleashed on the two in front of her. As I guarded her back, occasionally cutting through a shard of ice that managed to get past Vajra with my blade, I turned to watch the man with a spirit land a brutal kick, sending her flying backward. I rushed back to where she landed, inspecting her injuries briefly as she righted herself. When she spoke, I smirked, the little dark blue flame that encompassed me flickering before moving toward my face, then finally into my eyes. There was no pain, but the feeling of invasion was intense as I blinked profusely. When I finally opened my eyes again, glowing with the same blue Vajra’s had during the funeral, they were trained on the man, who had begun to move toward us. He removed his own weapon from its position on his back. His blade was black in hue, with a long silver handle. Definitely not standard issue, which meant he was proficient with the Glaive. A polearm… this would be an interesting fight. The massive boar took position in front of him, its eyes a shiny black as I readied my weapon. Vajra appeared beside me as I made to move, startling me. “What are you doing?” 

“The ships are distracting them. You need me for this.” He replied, mimicking the boars position as he stood in front of me, his stance hostile. I grabbed a handful of the chain around him, and felt it snake its way up my arm. “No emergence.” I told him as he bared his teeth. We moved simultaneously. Vajra burst forward with blinding speed in front of the boar who replied with a short charge. Vajra jumped up, over the beasts massive tusks as he landed on its back, using it as a springboard to lunge at the mans face, who blocked the attack by leveling his weapon. Vajra bit into the steel while I moved in, slicing once at the boar, who seemed unfazed as I cut barely a centimeter into its thick hide. The blade wasn’t strong enough for this. Vajra landed beside me, and the fight truly began. As Vajra combated the boar, feinting its attacks, biting into its hide gaining more purchase than I had with my blade but still not enough to do any lasting damage, I had started up a deadly dance with the man. I countered every swing, dodged every lunge and parried any other attack. He countered every attack with another attack, predicted every slash or stab and responded with his own attack, using his longer range as an advantage. 

Explosions still rocked the landscape, massive chunks of ice were sent into the ships we now had inside the lake, and Vajra was beginning to slow down. I needed to end this… I need to get in closer. As the man thrust forward, I found my opening. One quick parry to block his thrust, and I found the opening I needed as I slammed the flat of my blade into his, sending it back and away from me with a metal clang. “Vajra!” I shouted as I closed the distance between us. The black blur from the corner of my eye caught the glaive before it could reach me, and I made one quick stab, ending this fight in an instant as he fell in a heap, not quite dead yet. “Your armor makes you clunky and slow.” Was all I said before Vajra bit down on his neck, ending his ghasping noises as I turned toward the boar. Its expression was fierce, but I had been prepared for the reckless attempt. Emotion could take hold at any moment and throw you off, make you weak and vulnerable. The boar had just watched the man he had probably grown up with die, outmatched and outclassed. It was enough to send him rampaging toward my sword blindly, where I fainted to the left and thrust again behind its front leg where I knew its lungs would be. It was just like hunting a normal animal. The animal collapsed as I sheathed my blade, and Vajra approached it and ended its struggling the same way he had done its master. I turned away as the wolf stood, his maw dripping now, and ran toward Myra. “Are you okay?”