"Asher!" Herman called out, lashing his whip again. This ti, he aid for the leader's wings, successfully severing one. The tis snarled in pain and rage, landing heavily on the ground.
"You'll pay for that," the tis growled, focusing his glowing eyes on Herman. He rushed forward, his speed blurring as he aid a claw straight for Herman's chest.
Herman braced himself, amplifying his defense just in ti to block the attack with his whip, though the force sent him skidding backward. "Asher, now's your chance!"
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Asher, still recovering from the earlier blow, surged forward with renewed determination. His Sanguine Supre ability activated fully, the crimson glow around him intensifying. He feinted left, drawing the tis' attention, then pivoted right and delivered a devastating punch to the leader's side. The red lightning discharged on impact, causing a crack to appear in the chitin armor.
The tis roared, swinging wildly at Asher, who ducked and weaved through the onslaught. Each strike was closer than the last, one claw grazing Asher's shoulder, another narrowly missing his head. Asher retaliated with rapid punches, each one striking the cracked area on the armor, widening the fissure.
"I'm not done yet!" the tis bellowed, unleashing a pulse of green energy that knocked both Asher and Herman back. The force of the blast sent them tumbling across the battlefield.
Herman groaned, struggling to his feet. "He's tough, but not invincible," he said, amplifying Asher's strength and endurance once more. "You just need to keep pushing."
Asher stood, blood trickling down his arm, but his resolve burned brighter than ever. He activated the second stage of his Sanguine Supre, the crimson energy forming a sharp, blade-like aura around his arms. "This ends now."
The two clashed again, the battlefield erupting with flashes of red and green energy. Asher focused all his attacks on the weakened part of the tis' armor, each strike chipping away at the leader's defenses. The tis fought back with relentless fury, landing blows that left Asher battered and bruised.
Herman, sensing the opportunity, amplified Asher's speed to its absolute limit. Asher beca a blur, dodging the tis' attacks and landing strike after strike. Finally, with one last burst of energy, Asher delivered a decisive blow to the leader's exposed chest, the crimson lightning piercing through and shattering the tis' core.
The leader staggered, his glowing eyes dimming as he fell to his knees. "Impossible…" he muttered before collapsing.
Asher stood over the fallen foe, breathing heavily, his body trembling from exhaustion. Herman approached, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You did it."
Asher gave a faint smile. "We did it."
Herman chuckled, though his expression softened with concern as he took in Asher's battered state. "You really pushed yourself to the edge there. We can't keep fighting like this without a plan for recovery."
Asher nodded faintly, his energy waning. The crimson aura around him flickered before fading entirely, leaving only the dull ache of his wounds. "I know," he said, his voice hoarse. "But we had no choice. That thing would've torn through the others."
Herman looked back at the battlefield. The air was thick with the aftermath of their clash—scorched earth, broken weapons, and the bodies of fallen tis soldiers. The rest of their team was regrouping in the distance, tending to injuries and fortifying their position.
"We need to move," Herman said, urgency creeping into his tone. "The tis won't take this loss lightly. If their scouts report back, reinforcents could arrive any mont."
Asher glanced at the fallen tis leader, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. "What if this was just a distraction? Sothing about their movents felt... coordinated. Like they were herding us here for a reason."
Herman stiffened, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings. "A trap?"
"Maybe. Or sothing worse." Asher's instincts rarely failed him, and the unease gnawing at him now felt impossible to ignore. "We should search the area for clues before we retreat."
Herman hesitated, weighing the risk. "Alright, but make it quick. I'll rally the others to watch the periter."
Asher crouched beside the tis leader's body, examining the shattered core. Its green glow had faded entirely, leaving behind only fragnted shards of a crystalline material. He reached out, gingerly picking up one of the larger pieces. It pulsed faintly in his hand, sending a strange sensation through his fingertips—a mix of warmth and unease.
"What is this…" Asher muttered, holding the shard up to the dim light. He couldn't shake the feeling that the fragnt was more than just a power source—it felt alive, as if it carried remnants of the tis leader's will.
"Find sothing?" Herman called, rejoining him after setting up the periter.
Asher handed the shard over. "This. It's not just a core fragnt—it's resonating with… sothing. I can feel it."
Herman's eyes narrowed as he studied the shard. "If the tis are using sothing this advanced, it could explain their recent surge in strength. But why leave it behind? If this is as important as it seems, wouldn't they protect it?"
"Unless…" Asher's voice trailed off as a chilling thought struck him. "Unless they wanted us to take it."
Herman's grip on the shard tightened. "Damn it. A tracker. We need to get rid of this thing, now."
Asher shook his head. "No. If it's a tracker, we can use it to set our own trap. Lure them into a controlled area, even the odds."
"And if it's sothing worse?" Herman asked grimly.
"Then we figure it out before it's too late." Asher's resolve hardened. 'Though, it is really a tracker with teleportation exit rune engraved on it-simply ans if one were to open a teleportation entering portal its exit will open where this core will be placed, a perfect way of infiltering an enemy base' Asher thought after seeing it with the Absolute Appraisal of his.
Though, he can't say that out aloud, so he went with Herman as they continued their mission of retrieving the core back to team.
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