[What about what?], Voxea asked in a voice that conveyed she knew exactly what I meant. Unusually, my battle bond with Voxea was markedly different compared to when I battle with Rakka and Azalea. Namely, I was still hundred percent conciousness and Voxea could now give me feedback and comments.
[Okay the outfit I understand because I need to hide my identity, which I still don't understand how and why you had these on you, and where you were keeping it, but was the voice necessary?], I asked in mild annoyance.
[Pfft. Physical disguises only work to an extent, verbal cues help to throw people off of your scent further. Now hush up, it's show time!], Voxea replied before flying into the air, avoiding the halberds of the two Wraithritters. When the two monsters rushed in to attack Voxea, I made sure to use the Dragon's Eye to check for any weaknesses before my consciousness sank into the battle bond.
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Species: Wraithritter
Affinities: Basic/Mystic
Grade: Silver
Trait: Undead, Armed
Description: Wraithritters are living suits of armor that normally make their homes in the ruins of castles, fortresses and prisons from the Old Empire. These stalwart fighters are prized for their ability to evolve and loyalty to their binders, much like how the knights of old once swore fealty to their lords.
Voxea's Notes: ...I got nothing, this is brand new to me.
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As Voxea was flipping through the air, her hands began to glow with a greenish-white light. Just before she landed behind the two Wraithritters, she fired off the wind technique, [Cyclonic Piercer], right at their heads. The first Wraithritter managed to jerk it's head in time to narrowly avoid the attack, but the second one had its helmet-like head pierced by the lance of wind. If this monster was made of flesh and blood, it would've splattered everywhere.
Voxea finished her aerial maneuver and then stood in a manner that seemed to scream showmanship as she exclaimed, [Nailed it!], inside my head.
[Dodge], I told her as the Wraithritters got back up to try and attack her again.
My command just in time as Voxea quite literally danced to avoid the halberd technique of one of the Wraithritters. The one she pierced in the head with her wind technique decided to use a technique that took the form of a spiked purple ball that was thrown at her. The strange purple ball of energy rapidly flew at Voxea, randomly darting through the air like a hummingbird of death.
As the ball of energy got closer and closer, Voxea's hand began to move in a strange circular fashion while still avoiding the first Wraithritter's techniques. A technique name, [Arcane Counter], appeared in my mind as the ball of energy collided with Voxea's circular hand gesture. Surprisingly, the ball stopped moving, trapped in the small vortex created by Voxea's hand, and began to disappate into strands of aether.
The aether strands then began to gather around Voxea's hand, weaving itself into the shape of a mitten. The next moment, Voxea stopped the circular motion and made a fist, which caused the aether glove to turn into a brilliant purple gauntlet that appeared both menacing and elegant.
As the first Wraithritter launched yet another technique to hit Voxea, she literally spun away from the spear and closed the distance with her attacker. What followed was a sickening cracking sound as Voxea landed a purple armored fist into the Wraithritter's chestplate. The purple aether gauntlet shattered after landing the blow, but that was to be expected from a weapon generated by a monster technique. What was unexpected was the Wraithritter being sent flying into the one that had fired off the ranged technique in the first place. I didn't know what the sound of two armored suits crashing into each other until now, but now I wish I still didn't know. My ears are now ringing.
[Ow].
[Oh perk up darling. I'm about to do my finishing move!], Voxea replied confidently.
[Finishing what]?
Voxea launched herself into the air again, but I could feel from my bond with her that her trajectory would make her land right on top of the confused and battered pair of Wraithritters, feet first. Before I could tell her to stop however, an elaborate magic circle appeared right above the pair of wild monsters.
[Gatling Hailstorm]!
Just as Voxea was about to fall through the magic circle and onto the wild monsters, she began to kick through it! Everytime her leg entered and exited the magic circle, a chunk of ice the size of my head manifested and fell rapidly downwards. Each subsequent kick from Voxea was faster than the previous one, to the point that both her legs and the hail was just a blur of motion.
The two Wraithritters were initially able to block the hailstorm with their halberds, but the sheer amount of ice soon made it impossible for them to block it all. Eventually, all I could see was a constant hailstorm and a white mist emanating from the impact zone.