Kyran watched the portal intently. The rumbling was increasing every few seconds. It was getting closer. The mages he'd dealt with groaned loudly. A few attempted to roll over. 'Maybe you went a little overboard?'
Eae said, disapproval clear in her voice. The blood mage didn't much care what the angel thought. There had been a threat and he'd dealt with it. That was what they were meant to do. They weren't dead. Some of them probably would never walk again but they weren't dead. That was what mattered. The reputation of WFTC was intact. The angel flapped her wings against his mind. 'Idiot!'
The redhead never had a chance to respond. A massive leg pushed its way through the portal. This was it. Whatever was coming through was the reason behind the panic, the attacks, everything. Perhaps it had even managed to orchestrate it all. Kyran could barely contain his excitement. Something new and a strong opponent to fight. This was perfect. He looked around for any civilian wind mages. Fighting this thing at full power would be a dream come true. There! The blood mage lowered himself toward a cluster of wind mages. They were holding off a group of Dawn members.
The creature continued to exit the portal. Its horned head was level with the rooftops. Its furred chest was nearly as wide as a wagon. Talons tipped each of its curled fingers. It appeared to be an uneven mix of man and beast. Power exuded from its form. Taking a deep breath, the creature threw back its head and roared. Mages with light or fire magic began to glow. Their magic grew more powerful. It hit harder, struck faster. Those that had summoned the creature fired spells into the air. An impromptu response to their god's roar. "Hit me with your wind spells!"
Kyran cried out. He flung his hand toward the Dawn members. Red-white vines sprouted from the ground. They rapidly enveloped one of the opposing mages. The wind mages looked at Kyran like he was crazy. 'They're not wrong.
The Dawn members sent a lance of fire into Kyran's shoulder. He scowled at them. They were cutting into his ability to fight a strong opponent. "Have a playmate! Izanami of Rage!"
Blood gathered at the ends of his fingers. When it burst, there was a tall mass of dark hair. Hair that stretched out rapidly to encase the members of Dawn. "Now that they're dealt with. Hit me with your strongest wind spells."
Kyran said, somehow keeping his rage under control. The mages all looked at each other. As one they raised their hands. Each spell they fired off, Kyran absorbed. He felt his power growing rapidly. 'You're lucky they didn't try to damage you.'
Eae chided once the onslaught was done. Kyran ignored her, saluting the mages. Now he could face the monster at full strength.
The slayer reached deep inside himself. The lacrima that his brother had forced into his chest had been an unexpected boon. Now it would help him go toe to toe with a monster. His body changed subtly, his fingers growing small talons, his ears becoming slightly pointer. His canines grew sharp while his irises turned catlike. White wind mixed with green wind wrapping around his body. Kyran now exuded an aura of holy wind. Power flooded his body. It was exhilarating. He'd only managed to reach this state once before. It could get addicting having this much power flowing through one's body. 'It's the last thing we need you getting addicted to.'
Eae grumbled while Kyran rose into the air once more.
He dismissed his ring and dagger. They'd be of little use in this battle. The gauntlets he only kept for added protection. The rest of his spells were kept intact as well. Their benefits outweighed any negatives. The creature was ignoring him. It had turned its attention to the carnival. It almost appeared as if it was enjoying kicking things over. Was it a simpleton? That wouldn't make for a good battle. Regardless, time to get its attention.
A spiraling column of light green wind struck the creature in the side. It bellowed despite not having taken much damage. Cernunnos turned towards its attacker. Who would dare strike the god of Summer? Kyran's next spell struck Cernunnos in the face. Black tendrils slammed into its skin before retracting. They left behind a ruined eye and several black rings that ate into its skin. The tendrils danced behind the wind Slayer. A taunt for the creature to counter-attack.
Cernunnos didn't disappoint. A beam of light slammed into Kyran's midsection. He felt his black spirit absorb some of the damage before dissipating. No time to recast it. The blood mage slammed into several buildings from the force of the spell. He laughed, spitting up blood. Now, this was a fight! He flew back towards Cernunnos, spreading rubble in his wake. "Yes! This is what I wanted! Come! Hit me with everything you've got, monster!"
Kyran shouted. He gathered his strongest spells. It would be a fight for the ages.
Wind ravaged the battlefield. Light and fire decimated the earth. Whatever remained of the carnival was swept aside in this titanic battle. Kyran threw spell after spell. He was struck again and again. Nothing stopped his insane laughter as he clashed with Cernunnos. The blood mage had entirely forgotten about the other mages, the civilians, everything. All that mattered was this battle. Both the mage and the monster were weakened. Every spell Kyran threw that managed to find its mark drained Cernunnos a little more. Every strike Kyran took threatened to knock him unconscious.
Kyran could feel the end of this fight drawing near. Cernunnos could feel it as well. Each combatant paused. This strike would be their last. Kyran gathered a spell in one hand. It wasn't powerful but it was the best his tired arms could handle. The fighters nodded in respect to each other. A colossal boom echoed through the square. The scene froze for only a moment. Kyran's hands were on Cernunnos' chest. The monster's fist was flat against Kyran's body. After that moment, Kyran began falling from the sky. Some watching cried out in horror. Their champion had been defeated?
Then it became clear. Cernunnos was slowly disintegrating. Sparkling motes rose into the air all around him. There was a smile on his face. He looked down upon the unconscious form of his foe. Despite being thwarted in his plans, the monster bowed to his opponent. It had been a good fight. With the bow, Cernunnos disappeared entirely. Rose Garden was safe once more.
SPL DMG: +270%
Black Spirit of Darkness (4/7) - 50% damage to spirit, +40% SPD, +25% STR, 75/200 HP
Gauntlets of Kushiel (4/7) - SPL DMG, paralyzed 1 post, -65% SPD
Velocity (4/7) - Flight, +65% SPD
Brilliant Winds (4/7) - +65% SPL DMG
Violence - +20% STR
Challenge - +20% SPD
Lust - N/A
Mischief - +40% SPD
Justice - N/A
Bloody Magic - SPL DMG % increase equal to % of DMG taken
Healthy - +30% total HP
Angelic Blessing - +10% STR, +40% SPD
Azreal's Blade - N/A
Blessing of the Wind - +55% SPL DMG
Great Storms - N/A
Slayer - +25% STR, SPD, & HP
Force - +25% STR, SPD, & HP, +150% SPL DMG, no MP for spells, -10% MP per post