The Dreamer's POV

It was time I ended things. I pulled out the Wyvern Blade and the Draconic dagger, and they both flared up with dark flames, the dark hue projecting on my skin and giving me an even more menacing look.

The ghostwave mutant cried when it saw this, its lanky eldritch mouth came apart releasing the yelp. It stormed forward, trident in hand, and lunged it at me. It was like it could sense its demise and that pushed it to the edge.

I easily dodged the thrusts, sidestepping and teleporting out of harm's way. The force from the spear made the air cool around me.

It thrust one more time, and a clang was heard, and there was like a pause between us. I bet it didn't expect me intercepting its attack, I had always dodged and moved out of harm's way. This time, I received the blow on my fiery blades and when it looked down at me, I looked up at its ugly eldritch white face, and perhaps I was imagining things, but I could see fear in those white eyes of it.

I swung up my blades sending the trident back, and instead of staggering or creating a distance, it converted my force and swung the trident at me aiming for my left flank. Teleportation got me out of that one, and once again, I got reminded of the swiftness and insane combat ability my foe possessed.

It turned the bottom of the trident to me, and I was so fucking close to getting hit. I disappeared in a flicker and it phased through an afterimage and when I appeared behind it–behind its large bulbous head to attack and strike. It turned, it turned its head all the way at an angle of 180, like it had no bones in its neck, and then, its large stretchy mouth came open and released a large burst of energy.

I dove, missing the blast, haven atop me, and I was by the chest area when it turned, swinging its tail and I was hit. I picked up that move a little too late with Visionary, and frankly, it was very unexpected.

It hadn't used the move in our fight at all, it hadn't, and I was thrown back, safe within my energy projection. When I stopped twirling in my shield, I saw the light change, the glow of the surroundings was different, and it was a fiery orange glow that pervaded everywhere, which was due to the flames that burned everything around.

Now, everything was red, and I didn't need visionary to tell me that an energy attack was coming. Now, I could either choose to withstand the blow with <Haven>, or I could evade and move out of its path. It was easy really, and though a part of me wanted to test if <Haven> could withstand the blow, my more instinctual and survival driven part took charge, and I moved away, away from harm and awsy from destruction.

I appeared and watched the blast go, until it struck the trees of the jungle. Suphas didn't let me catch my breath however, no, it seemed that it wasn't going to make that mistake once again. It decided to rush me with a barrage of moves. I had escaped the blast and within a second of phasing into a new direction, rocks launched from below, as if the gravitational force that held them down had loosened.

Multiple giant rocks tore from the bottom of the city and hurled towards me, and though they moved fast for rocks hurled, I still found them rather easy to teleport away from.

I glanced at Suphas, and I noticed something. Something else and different, which shouldn't surprise me at this point because it had always been full of surprises since our encounter. Its flanks had buds, large lumps grew and squirmed beneath its arms, a pair of lumps. The white stretchy skin there eventually tore to reveal long white arms just like the originals, and like that, Suphas sprouted an extra pair of arms.
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It moved the trident which it held forward with its two original hands, both right and left, and had it held on its two left arms, in that they were positioned at a side of its body. And the other was at the right side.

My hair stood there, and I realized something. How could I have been so dumb? Suphas was obviously capable of regenerating its used energy, it had been low on energy, severely weakening it, and instead of finishing it up there and then, I entertained it while it stalled. I could tell that it had regained a significant bit of its once depleted energy, and it was incredibly frustrating to acknowledge this.

"Arggh!" I screamed as I jetted forward, blades in hands coated with flames hotter than hell fire. The ghostwave mutant understood the delicate situation, and suddenly and swiftly, it began blasting energy attacks my way.

It utilized the double tridents in the best way possible. It thrust them so fast I could barely see its arms move. The white ethereal tridents phased in and out of existence as they moved, and dozens, hundreds of energy attacks–though less destructive and powerful as the previous but still destructive enough to utterly blow me to bits–came at me at incredible speeds.

Thank goodness I had <Haven> on, had it been me in my Draconic Body, I would have been toasted, my body blown to bits and my journey ended. I teleported, and drifted out of the blasts I could, but though many got to me from the numbers, <Haven> did well to protect me, ripples occuring on the field's surface, telling me of the power the energy blasts held.

"Fuck this, I'm not wasting anymore time." I blurted. Though it was obvious it had regained a significant amount of its energy, it hadn't regained enough that registered it in my mind as the crazy behemoth I recognized it as during the earliest times of our bout. I could still end things if I was swift, and that was my intention.

I would end things.