Chapter 97: The Dragon's Dance

The man was quick to make the first move, watching the sand pile onto the dragon, granting it more appendages to weaponize and wield as it pleased. Like a snake charmer, he'd wield the dragon in a slippery manner, letting the beast weave around before try to to lunge forward and launch a quick bite, its maw being enough to consume 5 people whole, its fangs glistening out of the sharp minerals it took in as its own teeth. The attack was seen coming to Stolas direction, to which he'd simply leap backwards and fired such shots again, only this time taking in the debris and carefully aiming it directly into its mouth, so that when it goes to its throat, it explodes and blasts off the very head away from the body, letting it crash into the area and have it sink itself amidst the rest of the grains. The Dragon merely reformed its head, and took aim for another target, this time lunging out at the Elder Stolas. The Demon would attempt the same thing, yet despite it succeeding before, the wielder, Zazel, was having an odd feeling. Why would the Dragon seemingly throw itself once more at the attack again? That was when the beast decided to finally act serious, using the lack of bones to weave itself over and around the shots. The Elder Stolas desperately tried to fire more and more, yet the dragon merely swayed and swished across the sky, reaching upwards and clamping its mighty jaws right at the Goetia's body.

SHIKK!!

A bite right at the beasts upper right side, bleeding out profusely as the sediments seep into his wound, traveling across its blood stream and preparing a further assault. Hands would be created to try and grab the creature, yet the Dragon merely used its own appendages to wrestle back, holding such arms steady as it continues to gnaw at the body, feathers being trickled down alongside the red liquid. The two children were almost disturbed by how much it is holding control of such animosity, before snapping out of it and focusing their attention on the Dragon. When they did so, however, a looming shadow was above them, reminding the two that it wasn't the only thing they need to keep an eye out. Meso himself would try to deliver a barrage, countered by Zazel immediately casting a sigil of Sabnock to make a shield, protecting the two from the onslaught. Before long, the Dragon would finish its strike and tossed the Elder Stolas aside, allowing the sand grains to take in effect, severing and stabbing into the viscous veins, paralyzing the creature. The Dragon quickly took its eye on the two children, approaching them on the opposite side, allowing Meso to continue with such pressure while the beast struck from behind.

SHIKK!!

A Sharp gasp of pain was let out from someone. Such a sound would have Zazel peer over and see his own friend face against the beast, his hands stabbed through as the Dragon tried to push forward, his feathered grasp holding down at the monster's teeth, wincing in pain. "You're good, right?" Zazel would ask, being concerned for his friend's situation. Stolas merely looked onward and nodded, affirming he was ok, bringing much relief to the demon. "Ok....good. We need to focus on keeping far, FAR away from that Dragon. Meso's strategy is SUPER easy to spot, we just need to make sure we don't fall for it!" He'd proclaim, even within earshot of the Reaper himself.

"I'll take care of the Dragon! You deal with Meso!" Stolas would state, before focusing his attention back at the Monster, having a plan already made on the fly, creating star-like constructs around the very mouth of the dragon, whilst Zazel would have Eligos approach quickly and take hold of Meso's legs. Should this connect, then Zazel would be able to use Eligos and force the Sand Reaper to face his creation, while Stolas can detonate and create a construct to light the dragon ablaze, forcing it to move and crash right into Meso, letting him be consumed by the stellar flames left behind. A plan that the two instinctively made with each other, knowing their strengths and how to utilize it. A small issue rang true, however, when the duo began to do something.

Swish....

Swish.....

Swish....

The Dragon moves its body left and right, the Man sidesteps to follow the dragon's path. The Dragon would swing to and fro, following a beat on its own accord, whilst the man merely followed. It began to confuse the two children, wondering what exactly are they doing. That was, until, they began to see what was going on. The bodies between the two were moving in sync, mimicking each other's movements somehow. They were dancing. They were dancing amidst the battlefield, and such a dance would begin to create an illusion. The dunes were starting to kick up, swirling softly around the group, causing the dust to spin and swerve more and more as they continued with this rhythm. The sands began to pile up, blinding the boys, sands being close to reach near their eyes, as the dragon and the Reaper were both engulfed within the vortex, their very image being faint before scattering alongside with the rest of the grains. Their dance was almost immaculate, a perfect one to one that caused the very dust storm. None of the boys knew what was going on, nor were they prepared for what came next.

SHIKK!!

Stab wounds. Stabs made right into the body of the Demon, having Zazel grasp at where the wound was. Another was made upon his leg. Another to the side of his cheek. Another to his arm, straight across and even nicking a vein, forcing the child to scream and clutch such wounds made on his body. Stolas would be met the same thing, cuts and slices across his body, and even one straight at one of his eyes, blinding him on his left side. With his good eye, Stolas tried to track down and figure out what they did, seeing the faint image come back once more. The reaper was before him, wielding a weapon embedded on their body to try and slice at the next target. Stolas instinctively moved away, assuming that he was next, yet he would quickly notice the body's shape being more solid, briskly approaching and attempting to strike at Zazel, aiming to cut the back of his neck. Should the attack succeed, the Demon would most likely have his neck chopped clean off. The boys didn't had much time, as Zazel would reach outwards, but merely touched the sands that now act as their floor.

No words were uttered within this near second moment.