It seemed like this group of mismatched mages would all be able to hold their own, which, considering who some of the people were, was understandable. They had not one, but two guild masters in this party, both of which were, coincidentally, also Gods of Ishgar. It would appear that the time for excessive worry would be pushed back, though, the little boy's comment had stuck with the young Gun Mage. She couldn't help but wonder what exactly some of these ... "contingencies"
were that apparently had been put in place. She had simply remained silent when the brat had mentioned them, but the thought would not escape her. Would this Trading Company really go as far as to begin a purge to stop the spread of this epidemic? Well, if it came to that ... she would simply vanish without a trace. It's not like she hadn't done it before, and this ensemble of traders certainly wouldn't stop her from doing so, or worse, even claim her life. What a laughable thought. She wouldn't, she couldn't die today, tomorrow, or anytime soon for that matter. She still had plans. Anyway, there was no time to sit down and think. While the mages around her seemed to take care of things easily, there were still a few enemies left that threatened their advance and the success of their mission, meaning, of course, it was time for the young Silver Wolf mage to shine. This was what she was best at, after all.
From what Aspen could gather, even without enhanced slayer senses, there were a few enemies left, at least 2 of the larger, tree-like creatures and some more, smaller creatures that had appeared out of the forest. These were quicker, more nimble, flexible, and thus, in the girl's eyes, posed a greater danger than the slow and predictable tree monsters that simply sought to crush their prey with slow strikes and stomps. "Speaking of danger ..."
, the girl whispered to herself, one of the twisted plant creatures taking an interest in her, dull, glowing eyes staring into her direction before the creature broke into a sprint towards the Metal Dragon Slayer. Aspen bit her bottom lip under the cover of her face mask, her amber-colored eyes fixed firmly on the foe. There was little time to react, the beast was surprisingly swift on its feet for its size, and Aspen quietly thanked herself for crafting up that Lacrima. In a swirl of liquid metal, she would vanish, the Flatland Hunter coming to a screeching halt as its claws dug into the wet dirt below, confused oculars searching for a target that had seemingly disappeared. Of course, the Silver Wolf Mage hadn't really disappeared, but simply translocated her body, blinked through space, and appeared behind the creature. Her gun still swung around her shoulders, she pulled out another copy of the Iron Key, the metal of the object turning liquid, seemingly melting away and surrounding her hands on her verbal command, "Profanity"
. It took only a second, the same metal forming a set of gloves, a faint smirk creeping onto her face, which, due to the mask, would remain unseen, of course.
With another blink, the girl would vanish once more, leaving a faint trail of dull grey energy as she traveled through the space between herself and the Flatland Hunter in an instant, appearing in the air above the beast, drawing her fist back wide and slamming it down into the creature's head as she fell, an explosion of electricity bursting from the glove around her right hand as she did. The infected opponent stood no chance. Although the creature was not technically of flesh and blood, the overwhelming burst of electrical energy would surge through its wooden body, igniting several small fires across its form, the spot where the spell had hit taking the most damage, now singed charcoal-black. It was enough to end the beast's existence, its body slumping to the side with a crash, the now unmoving body coming to a complete still. Aspen took a few deep breaths. Her mastery of magic had certainly gotten better, had it not? For a magicless Paladin from Pergrande, she was certainly able to dish out a good bit of damage. Perhaps, in due time, she would be able to-
The girl's thoughts were interrupted by burning pain and a heavy impact, the world around her spinning as her body was lifted off its feet and launched away by the force of the attack. Another Flatland Hunter had taken the opportunity to charge the Silver Wolf mage from her flank, her body slamming into the cold ground just a second later, Aspen lifting herself back up with a plethora of loud curses, a small stream of crimson liquid running down her forehead. The normally expressionless girl now, in an obvious way, expressed pain, her brows narrowing in anger. "Oh, you're fuckin' done ..."
. The threat was a subtle growl more than anything, an expression of animosity, though she had not sustained too much damage. The scratch on her forehead seemed to be the worst of her wounds, the injury closing back up not long after it had been sustained, though her fighting spirit had undoubtedly been awoken. The Flatland Hunter cared little for her display of resistance, the plagued beast simply steadying itself before charging at the Silver Wolf mage once more in an attempt to finally crush the girl. Naturally, it had made its calculations without the input of the CEO of the Trading Company. The monster had picked up speed again but was suddenly and unceremoniously stopped by the grasp of tendrils that burst from the ground around them, the spell of what seemed like pure, glowing light wrapping around the creature's form and holding it in place, a deep howl echoing from the monster. A circumstance that only served to assist Aspen. The Silver Wolf mage reacted quickly, dashing forward before dropping to the ground, a grey magic circle appearing as she touched the cold dirt, several rusty chains bursting from it a second later, additionally beginning to surround the Flatland Hunter. The metal began crushing its form, wood breaking, splintering in places. Almost there, this one just needed a little more. The creature was now firmly held in place, tendrils and chains pulling at its body from all sides, so the slayer figured she just needed to help that process a little, her hand surrounded in a swirl of liquid metal before rushing to the extremity, the Silver Wolf Mage swinging a heavy punch at the creature's torso, impacting with a heavy thud and the bursting of wood. A massive crack ripped the beast open, the force from the other two spells immediately beginning their work, both chains and tendrils ripping apart the creature a mere moment later, pieces its broken, dead body flung in all directions. Aspen, still breathing heavily, turned towards the blonde CEO of the West Fiore Trading Company, giving him a nod of acknowledgment for the help on this one. Maybe there was more to the boy than it had seemed initially? She guessed she would find out over the course of this mission. For now, however, they still had to fight.
Word Count: 1,211
Word Count Total: 3,805 / 3,500
2x Tree Demons
1x Flatland Hunters