The Last Primal

Whilst Gob and Thuk were still down for the count, sprawled out on the ground, the two elders, Glohn and Roas have finished their preparations.

As is working as a singular mind, they enhanced the destructive power of their weapons through their own affinities. Roas's broad battle ax was covered with an eerie, black thick smoke while Glohn was holding onto what seemed to be more of a burning pyre, a fervently burning large torch than anything else.

Both men grinned with an expecting delight, their eyes glimmering with the excitement of the prospects of the immediate future as they focused their attention on the woman in front.

Though both were considered elders in their respective origin races, Roas was actually the one with the highest accumulated battlefield experience. Glohn despite having spent most of his life as only the second in his old village and was forced to lead most of the raids and skirmishes of his brethren, wasn't anything as broad and direct. Their race, being considered one of the weakest of all the intelligent ones in Eora, had to rely on guerilla warfare most of the time.

Setting up traps, ambushes or in-depth attack formations were more of his forte than this direct 'brawn-ahead-of-brains' method.

Still, he was by no means inexperienced, and with his observant eyes, he already made several conjectures that they were discussing through their mental channels for a while now.

Though the first clash of the younglings and their opponent was brief, and seemingly Number 3 hadn't even made a move, the few breadcrumbs he could pick up, were quickly being digested by the two.

'[Orc] So you think that this… force field she is using has a limit? We could just overwhelm it? How did you come to this conjecture, Brother Glohn?' Roas asked in response to Glohn's thoughts.

'[Goblin] The rebound effect. No matter what skill, or aura she is using, to be able to return the attack with an equal force still depletes some of her reserves. If that is the case, what we need to do is to overwhelm it and force her to reach before her energy becomes depleted and she would consequently have to admit defeat.' Gob explained.

'[Orc] I guess… Still, I'm doubtful that it would be as simple as that.' Roas lamented. This woman supposedly being their Young Lord's Master, he seriously doubted that such a brute force method would be the counter to such a high-level ability. Yet with a lack of any other idea, they could only try his brother's approach first.

'[Orc] Still… We would need those two as well if we were to hope to be successful in any way… Lest she could just push back against us two." Roas added after a moment of thinking.

With the plan settled, both men gripped the handle of their weapons tighter. They didn't want to waste more and more of their own resources feeding it to the weapon to keep the enchantment active, they were ready to launch their second wave of attacks at their singular foe.

Taking one last moment to gather themselves, both men roared fiercely and in tandem, as they bolted forward. With their weapons raised above their heads, they were akin to freedom fighters fighting for their homeland.

Though they were nearly as swift as the two younglings, they still carried much more power and due to that, momentum in their charges. As they got close to the woman, they both lounged themselves up in the air, attacking from the front in a simultaneous action.

The blades of their axes, glimmering with darkness and deep orange, clashed against the invisible force field that protected Number 3.

Instantly as all the carried inertia was released, all the force violently crashed into the transparent layers of energy, the swirling cavalcade of pure [Soul Power] intermixed with the tangible form of pure hardened battle intent, the embodiment of will.

As the two sides of power collided, seemingly having an equal strength, the reaction was different than last time. The rebound effect though it came, it couldn't immediately banish the invaders, but it merely created a standstill.

Sparks in a multitude of colors flew off the collision for several seconds, as the two elders kept on using everything they could, including their own bodies to add more to their side.

As for Number 3, she was no longer calm and nonchalant, she was now focused and aloof. She was now focusing her full attention on the clash, although she still hadn't made a step towards them, merely used her mind to channel more and more of her own reserves into withstanding the attack.

Unfortunately, due to that, she seemingly forgot that besides the two elders, there were two younger ones standing up against her. Because of their first, failed attempt, she completely ignored them, reducing their presence to mere flies buzzing around a pile of turd, rather than truly bothersome opponents.

Because of this negligence, this seemingly rookie mistake, she was taken by surprise when suddenly her senses suddenly tingled, warning her of an incoming threat from both her left and right.

Though taken aback by this weird sensation, this sixth sense, she could ill afford to split her attention, lest the two frontal attacking brutes would crush her defenses.

Yet as the two spearheads whistled the air from the left and the right, she finally reacted.

Her palms raised up to her sides, her expression suddenly turned fierce, catching even Aiden slightly off-guard who was so far calmly watching their clash. He too, became serious when he suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation of energy in the air.

Number 3's eyes suddenly changed, as the familiar exotic-looking golden irises appeared, glowing in full glory. Like a beast, wrestling off its shackles, her full power erupted from the constraints of her body, exploding with a feverish, blinding golden light, forming a giant ball of heat around her as it created a massive and loud shock wave.

The energy shattered her force field,  throwing everyone back several dozen steps as they crashed and destroyed more of the emerald grassy field in the process.

The release of energy was pure, simple yet effective. It instantly blocked and thwarted all four of the incoming attacks, though it also didn't leave Number 3 without paying a cost herself.

The blinding flash of light slowly fading along with the cloud of dust that it ultimately kicked off, giving insight to a sole standing feminine figure hunched forward, and seemingly heavily heaving.

Besides her, only Aiden was the other sole person left standing still, all others, including the crowd of eager spectators were swept off their feet. He, however, was focused on the silhouette in the center of the slowly dissipating cloud with a serious, solemn look on his face.

His worry was slowly, but surely starting to consume him. His body was shaking, trembling with the nervousness he was feeling, he was tightly clenching his fists. He wasn't sure of what to say or think…

The energy she released was undoubtedly massive. She used up so much that if it were Aiden, he wasn't even sure he would be able to stand at all… He felt that he would be completely drained empty, and would be lying unconscious on the ground, just like the rest of the Guptans!

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