As their companion leaped off the cliff, Arnaluuk merely had the expression of wanting to die on her face. She had always hoped that her companions would be normal, like Silvia was. This one, on the other hand, was arguably stranger than Odhran. Arnaluuk glared at Odhran before closing her own gate, leaving the Celestial Spirit God a bit miffed. Nonetheless, he had a chance to see some of his newer Spirits in action. "Scorpio! We must away! We cannot allow our companion to steal all of our glory!"
Scorpio smirked at his Keybearer's words, and the two leaped off the cliff to follow the companion. Scorpio had little to worry about in terms of landing, being a Celestial Spirit, but Odhran needed to sprout his wings to float above the ground as Scorpio crashed beside him. Their companion had landed at the other end of the camp, leaving Odhran with a squadron of his own to deal with. Odhran smirked as the squadron encroached on his position. "Spirits! I call upon you! Strike down my enemies before me! Let the masses see what a great and powerful god I am!"
Having made his boisterous remark, Odhran willed the very earth around him to crack and shape, the cliff and ground melding and merging into a throne as Odhran summoned his Spirits. Standing in a row, left to right, was the majority of the menagerie of majestic magical monsters that Odhran had as his allies. Lupa the Wolf. Sweetie the Sugardrop. Scorpio the Scorpion. Noel the Anti-Saint. Sir Pudley Tafferton the Royal Guard. With a snap of his fingers, the five set out into combat against the host of enemies approaching.
--"D'aww the puppy's so cute~"
a man said as Lupa stepped forward to engage them.
One of the others bandits looked at his cohort in confusion before telling him and his five other companions to strike at the winged wolf. Lupa stamped her paw into the ground, sending a wave of earth pulsing through the ground. It unbalanced the five for a moment, allowing Lupa to dash in, striking the admirer in the face with an un-imbued paw. He went tumbling to the ground as the other four regained their footing. The one wielding a sword came in to strike first, swinging wildly at the wolf, who easily dodged, guiding his blade into the waiting arms of the hammer-wielder, who fell to the ground bleeding. The four that remained conscious began to argue as Lupa took flight above them, preparing elements in each of her paws. Taking a spiral dive, she plummeted into the center of the group, striking the swordsman with a paw of fire, the archer with a paw of ice, the axe-wielder with a paw of earth, and the bleeding hammer-wielder with a paw of air. The four fell simultaneously as Lupa proudly marched down to the admirer, licking his face in hopes that he would play with her.
The ten that surrounded the giant reaper were intimidated, to say the least. Noel towered over the petty soldiers, and he was a skeletal being to boot. "You seem rather afraid. Do not fear. I am just a harbinger of the holidays."
He let out his laugh.
The ten, enraged, charged at the Winter Reaper, who looked around at all of them, his vacant eyes holding fires of malice. He slowly set down his burlap sack, letting it open up to the world as he opened his arms. A haze of soot encircled the arena that had been seemingly set up for the Spirit to duel in. Noel laughed once more as the storm slowly began to close in, all ten of the soldiers feebly trying in a panic to strike down Noel. Boredly, Noel grabbed one of them by the head, slowly extending his arm into the storm of soot and coal and snow. When he dragged the body back into view, it was naught more than a skull itself. This caused the nine to struggle even more, swinging desperately at the Reaper, who still remained motionless. "You have been naughty, and you must be punished."
Noel's call marked the closing of the storm, its galeforce retreating into the bag and leaving a pile of skeletons only remaining. Noel laughed as he looked around to see how the remaining fights were going.
--"Ooooh! I get to get in a real fight now!"
Sweetie seemed ecstatic that she was able to show off her own personal prowess in combat. She had rightful cause to believe she was the second strongest of Odhrna's keys, only behind the Zodiac, and she was not going to let that sentiment be proven false. As twelve enemies surrounded her, she blew a bubble. It was one of the perks of being made of candy. She could always seem cool with a blown bubble without having to chew on bubble gum all the time. She set Gumdrop on the ground, arranging herself in a fighting stance, ready to use her skills in Jeet Kune Do. The twelve rushed at her, completely surrounding her. She quickly spun around, sending specks of sugar skywards. It all clung to the attackers, causing them to be motionless for a moment. Sweetie then rushed over towards the nearest one to her, delivering a swift jab to his neck, causing him to crumble to the ground. The rest of the soldiers began to move once more, each trying desperately to hit her. She blocked their strikes with her hardened arms, countering each attack possible with a palm strike or a low kick to the calf or shin. As a minute and a half passed, the attackers progressively fell, each one as if merely resting, though it would be a rest they would never wake from. Finally, one remained, and it was the most difficult one to fight, as she bore claw-like weapons. Sweetie taunted her over, the clawwoman obliging. Sweetie ducked underneath the slash of the claws, planting a palm strike to her abdomen as her left arm formed a ball of pink cotton candy. She rammed it into the clawwoman's mouth before it rapidly expanded, causing the head to burst like the blown bubble just mere moments ago. "Yes! Score twelve for Sweetie! Oh! And Gumdrop didn't even get hurt? Awesome!"
Swettie combat rolled to pick up Gumdrop, petting him atop the head as he dopily panted.
--"By order of Queen Lolly, Fourth of her name, Queen of Candyland, Lady of the Licorice Lagoon, Matron of the Macaroon Mesa, and of Odhran Aegisbane, God of the Celestial Spirit Realm, I, Sir Pudley Tafferton, Captain of the Third Royal Guard, order you to lay down your arms!"
The six that surrounded Sir Pudley were dumbfounded, to say the least, but they refused to lay down their arms. Rather, they seemed to arm themselves even further, charging at the Royal Knight. Sir Pudley sighed, quickly bashing away one of the sword strikes with his shield, swiftly delivering a blow with his candy cane mace to the swordsman's gut. The gunman delivered a hail of bullets, all of which plinked helplessly off the shield, his mace hand fending off the ferocious strikes of the dagger wielder and the spearman. Sir Pudley hooked his mace's deflection of the spearman's strike to smash the arms of the dagger wielder, who roared in pain. Sir Pudley then swung his shield around, bashing the spearman's face with his shield as the gunner reloaded. He pointed his mace at the gunman, as a boulder of cookies flew and struck him down, causing him to woozily lay, stuck in the ground. He quickly smashed his mace down on the heads of the two discombobulated soldiers, incapacitating them for good. Looking at the last one, who fire off bolts of fire, Sir Pudley merely pointed his mace again, causing yet another cookie boulder to smash into him. Stepping on the head of the swordsman, he looked proudly at his victory."A marvelous display, worthy of Her Grace, Queen Lolly, Fourth of Her Name, Queen of Candyland, Grevine of the Gummy Gulch, Proregina of the Polkagris Polje!"
--"You guys all took too long,"
Scorpio said as the four others neared him, stepping over and between the thirty bodies lying around the Zodiac. "Sooooorrryyy! I just got a bit carried away with some fun there!""Hey, don't worry about it, baby. We'll just see what our companion does and go on from there."
The five agreed, each taking a look at the progress the strange companion made.