Majimonsters: Rosewood Journey - Chapter 153

As Rakka got closer into striking range, the Bultungin let out a nasty laugh before suddenly leaping straight towards him. Rakka swung his head upwards to try and knock the hyenaman’s head with his ice-cold antlers, but was unexpectedly blocked by the Bultungin’s sudden use of it’s teeth.

A sharp pain occured in my neck from Rakka’s momentum being stopped so suddenly, an additional phantom pain occured above my head. I imagine it must hurt a lot more having razor sharp teeth digging into Rakka’s antlers. But the pain subsided rather quickly as the Bultungin swung it’s head around and repositioned itself. A moment later, it let go of it’s teeth and used Rakka as a platform to launch itself skywards at Indigo while sending Rakka hurtling in the opposite direction.

[Oh dear, this majimonster is almost a little too clever…], Voxea commented.

Catching Indigo by surprise, it launched a devastating Fury claw technique that aethered her in a single hit!

“Da*nit! Couldn’t even send any aether fasts enough to heal! I’ll see if I can secure us an escape route, good luck”, Savina called out before disappearing from the Fog of War.

“Banda, no”!

Not even a moment later, I felt a dull pain in my back as I felt Rakka crashing into Banda. The poor little Spiricoot unfortunately wasn’t strong enough to withstand being slammed against a wall via a several ton mega-moose to the face and was promptly aethered.

As his energy returned to Albina’s drajule, she gave me a worried look while shouting, “Be careful”! Shortly after, she disappeared from the Fog.

Rakka managed to get back up despite being slammed into another majimonster and a wall to boot. However, I could feel through both my bond and by watching him, that he was on his last legs. I quickly sent some aether through my bond to try and patch up some of his wounds.

Rakka’s breath became more steady as some of his more grievous wounds began to seal themselves up, the blood flow effectively stopping…it still wasn’t enough though.

Despite him giving his hardest, I could tell that one maybe two more good hits would mean Rakka would be aethered and we’d probably be hyena food. Unless, of course, I do something very stupid.

[Is it showtime?], Voxea asked me with obvious amus.e.m.e.nt in her voice.

[It’s showtime], I replied as I drew her drajule from my necklace.

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[Skymother’s wounds! Where did those crazy siblings go?!], Albina thought as she frantically searched the area the group had left them.

The Fog of War was…a rather inconviently useful magical effect of monster battling. While it helped to protect binders from outside or internal interferences, the downside of laser focus made it rather easy for non-participants to bail from the situation…if they had a strong enough will. Normally, the Fog would cause bystanders to stop and stare the whole time, but due to this particular battle changing venue, the only on-lookers,Alyra and Boleros, ended up getting separated from the gang.

After being unceremoniously defeated by the Bultungin, Albina decided to secure an escape route in case things kept going south. She was about to just that, until she noticed Bori observing in a safe spot by his lonesome. It didn’t take long for her to figure that the siblings had somehow got lost during the fight. This in mind, she had decided to backtrack to find them.

[Where in the-wait…what is this feeling]?!

Albina was about to check another alleyway, when a horrendously powerful aura suddenly pressed down on her. The aura was cold, mysterious yet…somehow whimsical. Not in the way children were whimsical, but like a tyrant who knew that no one could touch them. It only took her a second to figure out that the the aura was coming from the battleground.

[Who showed up?], Albina thought as she ran back to see what was going on.

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As the Bultungin rushed towards Rakka, it’s whole body glowing with orange Fury aether, I had prepared both Rakka’s and Voxea’s drajules.

[Ready]?

[And waiting].

Just as the Bultungin was about to bite down on Rakka’s head, I had recalled him back to his drajule and summoned Voxea at the same time. As Rakka turned back into aether, Voxea’s summoning circle manifested below the flying Bultungin. In the next moment, Voxea promptly greeted her new dance partner by doing a leaping uppercut out of the circle.

The Bultungin was sent flying by the blow and landed in a heap.

“If this next part ever gets recorded, it’s going to be about five pages of me whooping your sorry hide!”, Voxea proclaimed while punching her palm.