The Last Primal

Answering Number 3's roar, the very land itself trembled, whilst the sky carried the rumbling to the faraway reaches of Haven. Every resident, be it an origin Haven's Dweller or a settler that was brought here from Eora was made aware of the presence of this new, majestic being.

Her outcry seemed to hasten to changes that were still happening to her body. Each of the tip of her fingers was now sporting short, curved ebony claws, matching Aiden's but slightly more slender, more gracious.

Like Aiden, her physique also swoll, bursting slightly more mass than before, earning her a couple of inches in height, yet still retaining her sporty, slender physique. Though, unlike Aiden's attire, she wasn't really fitting her new body, causing it to stretch to its limits, and even reveal some of the tones and bulges in her healthy abs. Her barren arms were now covered in scales, shining with the same golden glory that of the boy's but unlike his, hers were thinner.

She also had a longer tail similar to that of a saurian, slumped down on the ground and covered with shiny golden scales all the way to its tip. A pair of bony, leathery wings could also be seen resting at her back, grown out from her shoulder blades, just like how it was for Aiden.

All in all, her entire look matched that of the Draconians, the bipedal breed of Dragons and once-mighty and fearsome existences across many realms. Now, though they are almost extinct, two of them have resurfaced and are currently gazing at each other with a hungry, battle-driven, crazed look in their eyes.

Her transformation now complete, all the numbing and strange sensations finally vanished, leaving nothing but the unsurmountable surge of energy that was ready to be released from the limits of her body.

She stood up, as her previous grin resurfaced. Her eyes fixated on Aiden's as she slowly cracked her joints and knuckles getting a quick feel of her newfound form.

Her body radiated the same, heavy aura that matched the boy's. Being of the same, neither could gain any ground over the other, ultimately canceling each other out as they merged, fused together, covering both of them without any effect on the other.

Yet, this invisible battle, that happened ever since they transformed was left ignored by the two, as they stared silently at each other for several minutes, not making any move at all. As if time and space lost their meaning, the whole world crumbled before their minds, leaving nothing but the two of them in the otherwise empty void.

Two sides, two halves of the same, that only together could make a whole. To members of a long-lost race, two entities that are impossible. One outside of the grasp of time, the other a universal taboo, a forbidden, unknown evolution that as it turned out were deeply affected by the life force of the first.

Humans, Dragons, Primals… Neither knew what they truly were, not that it truly mattered. They were already above such terms.

Their gazes locked at each other, their minds connected, it was as if they were the same entity, two parts of the same being. One lip curving, the other already knew its whispers.

Yet, they both desired more. They both needed more. They needed to dance to this new tune, this ballad that only their hearts knew the beat to.

Their hands slowly moving, matching, mimicking the other's actions, entered a clawing posture keeping it slightly raised but still hanging around their waists.

"The song echoes in our hearts, the heart hungers for a round of dance." Aiden's thunderous voice rumbled, breaking the long silence in the field.

"In that case…" Number 3 grinned, her voice rumbling with the same deep undertone. As she spoke, suddenly her body flickered, as she abruptly jolted her body forward, towards Aiden.

Not even a second later, her blurry, hazy figure appeared before him, both arms raised and striking down diagonally, forming an x as she tried to slice him to pieces.

…lets dance!" She finished her sentence with a wide grin. Just at the moment as her claws hit its opponent's block.

As if sturdy metal hit another solid object, a round ring recoiled, filling the air and causing yet another powerful gust of wind to explode from their newest collision. The loud bang and the strong force pushed the sprawled out bodies of all the fainted figures even farther away, further increasing the domain of the open arena.

Yet even this, newfound space would not be enough, as the clash between two entities at such levels, could shake and potentially destroy the entire land around them. In terms of Eoran scale, the fight between these two monstrous existences would be categorized as nothing less than a calamity.

The blocked attempt didn't seem to dishearten Number 3, she stepped to the right, swinging her right arm, drawing a wide, horizontal arch. Her claws sailed across the air, almost tearing it apart as it inched closer and closer to Aiden's torso at a frightening pace.

At the same time, her left hand wasn't left hanging, she struck forward, striking, aiming directly at the boy's chest, ready to rip it open and tear his heart out. She wasn't holding back at all, and whilst it was questionable if this would be her full strength, she really did fight with the aim to maim and if possible, kill as well.

At the same time, she demanded the same from her disciple-turned-kin, her hungry, greedy gaze was a clear sign that she wouldn't be satisfied with anything less.

Aiden clearly understood that not that he could lament and ponder about limiting himself when he was already just as equally lost in the heat of their battle. Dodging the two-pronged attack, Aiden threw himself to the left almost instantly, sidestepping and evading both the frontal thrust and the right-winged strike at the same time. At the same time, he counterattacked, not giving any breathing room for the woman.

He lounged his body in the air, above Number 3, his arms raised in front of his face, both hands forming a clawing stance. As the instant passed, and his body grew closer he struck down with all his natural momentum, aiming both of her shoulders.

In response, Number 3 instantly realizing that there was no time to raise her arms to guard, did something that Aiden never tried before. She smirked at the sight of her boy's incoming attack and actually leaned forward and faced the attack directly instead of trying to evade away from it.

At the same time, she gave way for her the sharp tips of her wings to come forward, and like steady lances be aimed at the incoming assailant. Still not completely used to her new appendages, the best she could do was to flex it, making it stand still and sturdy, and hope that it could withstand the full impact without any lasting damage.

Meanwhile, she was already ready for an uppercut, as her clawed hands were standing at the ready below her waist and striking upwards as soon as the boy's attack landed.

Though a lot of actions were taken, and several rounds of attacks were made, barely any time has been spent as their clash was swift as lightning.

Their fight has just begun!

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