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Free of the burden of bearing a rider, Fern’s dragapult twisted through the air. Phantasmagoric and serpentine. She bared her teeth as she eyed the new contraption that stood in her way. It mattered little that her health had waned significantly—her aggression demanded relief. Her feral demeanor called for the violence of tearing through something, whether flesh or metal.[break][break]
She hissed, tucking into a dive again as another series of SHADOW RAVE rumbled up from the ground again. Umbral spikes erupting under the Iron Crown’s hooves. This time of earth and stone rather than water. They formed and volleyed upward with staggering speed in the seconds before the paradox’s own attack reached her.[break][break]
Medb shrieked, the slice of the TACHYON CUTTERS splitting through skin and scale. Dark blood oozed and glistened on the dark plum and lavender of her shadowed form and the dragapult clicked low in her throat as she dropped from the air down to the ground. Even as her consciousness ebbed, the angry creature thrashed, claws swiping out as though she might reach the Iron Crown and rend it to pieces.[break][break]
Fern grit their teeth at the sight—something protective rolling over them as they pulled her back into her ball for safe keeping. They were not so flippant, not with their dragons. Particularly the brood of dragapult they were so fond of. It would be dispiriting to return home with an empty ball. To present to jayden cross and Astlik both that her bonded companion would not be returning. That would be intolerable.[break][break]
No, they would not be leaving Medb to succumb to injury.[break][break]
But they would not be accepting defeat, either.[break][break]
The Tapus had followed to the bluffs, matching blow for blow in equal measure. So too, had either man managed to do much damage to the other. But Fern intended to change that.[break][break]
Teal eyes studied the movement of the man, waiting. And then they moved as though they were the lightning themselves—swift with speed as they reappeared in front of him, as if in a flash. No more than a blink. A wild grin broke loose as their palm planted flat against Thomas Benoit’s chest, just above his heart. It was true - Fern knew nothing of him. But that didn't matter.[break][break]
Above, the Ultra Space Tapu Koko conjured its own hail mary. The prongs of its pincers danced with electricity. Mingling with the burn of z-energy as they wielded its arms like twin sai. Bulkier, but still effectively piercing as it surged forward.[break][break]
All around them, the air hummed with static energy. It was like they could taste the pain that would come. Thick lick honey on their tongue. And how magnificent was that? That the boon offered by their patron would be so alight with the sort of life that burrowed down into every person. In every fiber of their beings?[break][break]
All humans—all entities felt pain. And now Thomas Benoit would feel more than most.[break][break]
As Tapu Koko unleased a forked PARALYSIS PARRY on the other, Fern’s head tilted. “It is a shame, you know,” they remarked, almost pleasant but not quite. "I would have let you return to the boat. Enact your vengeance.” They let the conjured lighting flow from their hand in what should have been a lethal dose.[break][break]
A quick jolt, pulsing and overwhelming. The crackle of a lightingbolt summoned to a rod, straight to the heart.[break][break]
“But I've changed my mind.”[break][break]

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