Xenar was consumed by hate for this creature he believed would be the Armageddon of Talcaf forest if left to roam freely. His tornado move compressed a large chunk of his radiance into a powerful spinning destructive energy, and he sent it down at Mike hoping to rend him apart.
Mike on the other hand was exhausted by the pursuit, he stood huffing and puffing while his chasers circled around him when a powerful jet of destructive wind came from above.
He closed his eyes accepting his fate. He would die, but at least he would get peace and leave this state of tension and confusion.
The other dwarves suddenly drifted away with their mudslides, moving away from the attack's range.
Suddenly there was a clash, and a howl of wind. He still lived, and overhead him was the radiant beast he had subjugated earlier. It was massive—its original size and he saw that it had a shield of wind about them both, protecting him from the onslaught of destructive wind.
Shock brushed through the dwarves, they had not expected a radiant beast at the monster's disposal, they looked to each other stupefied and stunned. Radiant beasts were their friends, a slightly exalted species in the forest, and they could not just attack one.
"Do not lose sight. Kill it and the radiant beast, it is already too late for the beast anyways." Xenar cried from above, rousing the dwarves up, and it worked. One stepped forward, a circle of glistening water haloed above it, and it spun and launched it at Mike.
The stream of water lunged like a thrown spear clashing with the swirling sphere of wind about Mike and the energy beast. The stream did not stop however, and it continued to pulse against the sphere intending on breaking through it.
"It is eleven against one, break through the shield," Cried Xenar, sending forward his stream of water attack, and urging the others to join. Now eleven jets of water clashed against the surface of the wind sphere.
The feathery radiant beast roared, Mike could see the colorful clash of radiance, and he could tell that they would both lose at this rate if he did nothing.
Following mere instincts, he got on his feet. He recalled that his body housed quite the amount of radiance that belonged to this beast forced to protect him.
His brows furrowed, and his fists clenched. He threw forward his right arm at the beast hoping for some miracle, some way to supply it the radiance he had stolen.
A miracle occurred, or rather magic. The radiance in him streamed off smoothly in a wave of iridescent tones, sinking into the creature's back.
It roared in response, and Mike continued to pump it with radiance.
'Whatever happens, ensure you protect us both,' He thought. Fatigue had begun setting in, his eyelids drooped, and he struggled to remain on his feet.
"Yaaahhh!" He screamed letting the last of the brilliant radiance within him stream into the flying beast, and then he fell, losing consciousness.
The beast howled, and its wind sphere expanded as if in response. The sphere grew until it burst apart into a hundred wind blades, storming at the group.
A couple of them responded swiftly by putting up barriers of their own, but for some, the wind blades had simply come too fast. Five of them died in that single attack.
Xenar was very mad at this. His body brimmed in the night like a rainbow star, radiance coating his body, giving him a rageful aura. He abandoned his long ranged elemental attacks and zoomed down to the radiant beast.
He struck out his left meaty arm to knick it at its jaw. The blow struck but the creature was unfazed. Xenar saw there, and for the first time why the dwarves revered the radiant beasts: they were afraid of their might.
The beast opened its mouth and howled and a powerful torrent of wind escaped from it thrusting into Xenar's left lung, and leaving a gaping hole.
The future keeper fell on the ground, his eyes glassy and unmoving. He was dead.
The radiant beast howled once again sending another torrent of wind but this time it was not directed.
Seeing the corpse of Xenar was the cue that their fight against the creature was futile, and not only that, Xenar was the adhesive that bound them, and now that he was gone, fear ripped them apart and they all stormed away, wailing as they did.
Araes in her original size was a thing of beauty. She hovered above a creature she had not seen before, her memory all jumbled and her head foggy. She remembered chains, scary chains and subjugation, and she remembered having to protect this small creature, but how had she fallen into this position? What compelled her to protect this man? What bound her?
As if she had encroached in a place forbidden, she began to feel a crushing pain, and then her consciousness seeping away.
Her physical form crumbled away hurriedly until she was just a cloud of radiance returning to the one who bound her—who was her master.
Their clash had caught the attention of a few radiant beasts, and some other primitive creatures of the forest. It was hard not for any to not notice as their bright attacks further enunciated by the night shone like stars.
Then it was morning, and Mike had to get up against the stinging heat of the two suns.
He rose up slowly, felt his back baking from the heat, and then looked to his hands, clenching them and unclenching them.
"I am alive," he muttered with so much joy