Ilgar began closing the gap over the massive expanse in mere moments, flying from the west side of the clearing to the east. The dryad stood idle, her eyes widening as she spotted a second light appear in Ilgar’s left palm, the orc reeling back his arm despite the speed at which he propelled through the air.

Her left fist tightened as she thrust it into the sky above, before opening her palm wide. A wall of vines erupted from the earth at an astounding speed just in front of her, the individual yet enormous creeping plants wrapping around one another. As they snaked and coiled, they developed into one solid mass of green about five meters tall and wide. As the orc was obscured from the dryad’s view by the grand wall, Ilgar slammed his palm into the collective of emerald vines. A loud boom cracked across the grassy expanse, as Ilgar fell through the large wall, a burning hole planted directly in the centre of it. He rolled as he landed, bouncing onto his two feet with a cocky smile on his face, as smoke began emanating from the mess he had already begun to create.

“You are daring aren’t you?” The woman commented to Ilgar, who had already begun to work up a sweat, panting softly. “But you’re also foolish, which will be the reason you die here.” The woman thrust her right arm towards the ground behind her as she finished, as she began to wince. A massive vine akin to the ones that structured the wall appeared from her shoulder and began slowly wrapping around her arm. Reaching the end of her fingertips, it formed a thick, sharp lance, that thinned as it got closer to her hand. The serpent-like vine which swimmed around her arm, acute as a spear, was aimed towards Ilgar swiftly as if- despite its massive size- it weighed nothing.

Ilgar drew his waraxe from his back with his right arm, gripping the bottom of the handle with his left, clenching tight. A flame erupted from the eye of the axe, flowing downwards towards the twin blades that rested either side of the head, slowly until both blades were engulfed in fire. The orc dashed towards his opponent, before leaping in the air, slamming a flaming axe blade down upon her. The woman raised her thick lance into the air, guarding horizontally above her head as the flaming axe crashed into it. The result of this attack ended up very lacklustre, as the axe barely managed to cave into the denseness of the weapon. Ilgar landed on his feet, as he continued to push the axe down on the woman from above. 

“Very daring, but also ignorant.” The woman spat towards Ilgar, as he continued pressing down with all of his strength, a faint light appearing in his left hand as he continued to grip the axe tight. The woman’s eyes swiftly widened in a moment, as she flicked her lance upwards to knock Ilgar back, stepping to the left as a bullet of light passed by her head. “You dare!” She yelled, Ilgar’s left palm idle, released from the axe and aimed towards where the dryad was just standing. She reeled her arm back, anger painted across her face as the Orc simply tutted at his failing.“Do you know who I am, Orc?”

“A target.” He spat back at her, gripping his axe with both hands once again, this time slashing at her horizontally from her right.

“I am the Goddess of Nature itself- Crann.” She spoke down to him, while swiftly knocking the axe away with the tip of her blade. Ilgar stumbled as his axe was sent to his left, amongst the trees surrounding the edge of the clearing. “And I will mince you in an instant.” Crann then raised her left arm into the air as dozens of sharp creeping plants lunged from below starting close to the Goddess, but quickly appearing more and more in the direction of the orc. Ilgar looked disgruntled, but before he was even able to react to the attack he received a boot to the side of his face. Ilgar followed after his axe as he was launched into the woods to the right of Crann, as the collective attack she launched failed to pierce anything.

Michaelis stood to the left of Crann’s vine onslaught, after hopping back from delivering a kick to the side of Ilgar’s face. The coal-eyed mercenary kept his hands in his pockets, flicking his hair out of his eyes as he smirked towards the Goddess. “Insolence.” She spat, angered, dashing towards Michaelis. She reeled her right arm back before thrusting her lance towards him, only for him to strafe away, beginning to hop backwards as he laughed at her. “You don’t know who you’re messing with, child.” She announced, her voice was soft but her demeanour and tone mighty. Michaelis however, was completely unphased, continuing to laugh at the Goddess, smile unwavering. Crann was angered, as she clenched her left fist tight, the ground beneath Michaelis softly quaking.

He began stepping back, strafing, as dozens of spears of leaf erupted from the earth one by one, as Michaelis looked to the ground, seemingly knowing where they appeared. He looked up to Crann as he continued to retreat slowly, only to realise the dryad was right in front of him, having leapt over her field of blades. The Goddess while launching towards the shadowy figure, quickly rammed her right arms blade straight towards Michaelis’s face.

As he grimaced at the blade inches from his head, a burst of sand appeared just in front Michaelis’s eyes. He finished his retreat as the final spike of green erupted from the ground, looking ahead as he found Crann had been knocked to his left. A trail of crushed stone led from where she was hovering to both her jaw and lance, as she looked desperately angry, turning to the west as Michaelis did the same. Kaze and Fenrisolace stood there, with Karrow in front of them, his left arm aimed towards where Crann now stood.

Small wyverns, made entirely of crushed earth, rock and sand floated just overhead Karrow, two of them, around the size of his fists. Slowly more sand flowed from his sleeves into the air above him, adding to the dragons’ size. Before Crann could make another move she had realised Michaelis had seemingly vanished, no longer anywhere within view of where he just was. Looking around herself it took mere seconds before she felt a warm, sharp pain around her back. A hot liquid dripped down her spine as a deep pain was received. She spun around on the heels of her bare feet which shared a hue with the grass beneath her, thrusting her lance right behind where she stood. Her weapon only slashed into the air, as Michaelis hopped backwards before the spear came close to him.

Sweat beaded off of Mick’s face as he smiled devilishly, chain and blade in each hand as blood dripped from the tip of his dagger. Ilgar during this time recovered and began to approach from the east with his waraxe held in his right hand. Crann’s face was painted with anger, as she thrust her lance in Ilgar’s direction, detaching from the Goddess’ arm and swiftly flying towards him like a bullet. The orc barely avoided the attack as Crann began squeezing both of her fists tight, the lance digging into a tree deep.

“You’re all dead!”

The Goddess thrust her fists towards the ground, before slowly pulling them up as if she was weighed down by a pair of heavy chains. Until her hands reached her torso, she then lunged her fists into the sky, the entire clearing rumbling, as brambles and roots began erupting from the ground all around the God Hunters.

The God Hunters hopped out of the way of the seemingly slow attack until it became apparent to everyone except Ilgar. A maze of vines had formed around them all, separating them. Kaze, alone, attempted cutting through the walls to return to Fenrisolace and Karrow, though his sword was barely able to make a dent in the briars.

He looked in the direction he was facing previous, to find Crann approaching him with a new arm lance freshly wrapping around her right hand. “I’ll drop you all one by one, then I’ll deal with Titania herself.” She spat, as she began a dash towards Kaze with incredible speed. Thrusting her lance straight towards the Godhunter’s head, as the young man sidestepped with a very calm demeanour, slamming his left hand into the lance that had just passed by his head. The white-haired boy gripped his longsword tight in his right fist, as a massive thorn burst from the side of the spear and ran right through his palm. Blood began pouring immediately from the now massive hole that had taken refuge in the centre of Kaze’s left hand.

Kaze pulled his hand from the immense thorn, before hopping back a couple of meters, stabbing his sword into the dirt and tearing the kimono on his left sleeve. With his teeth and uninjured hand, he wrapped the ripped cloth around his palm, crimson blood turning the white flowers as scarlet as the rest of the kimono. “Phew…” Kaze exhaled, “That was close.” He muttered as he tightened his bandage which didn’t do a massive amount to stop the tsunami of blood pouring from his hand. Kaze’s gaze returned towards Crann as he retrieved his blade from the ground, aiming it towards her, clenching it, tight. Crann looked at him perplexed, as the swordsman began running towards her, his sword held across his chest diagonally. The Goddess thrust her lance towards Kaze’s chest, only for the lance to be slammed upwards by the god hunters sword, knocking Crann off balance. Sparks of lightning flowed across the blade as Kaze closed in and slashed across Crann’s chest from her left shoulder diagonally across her body. Crann stumbled backwards, as blood began to leak from all of her torso.

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