"You have my gratitude for bringing me so close, old lady! Achelous: Trans-Rebuttal!"
From his form, a pulse of aqua emanated; holding its form as it rapidly stretched out to encompass both him and the gaseous malice. The liquid seemed to retaliate against the very concept of Macheo being touched, grasping onto AKHLYS--this time not losing its form to her corruptive nature.
Iris could only watch in suspense; no inkling of the status of the spell cast by the boy was known to her. She slapped her own cheeks to call back her own focus, once again attempting to recall AKHLYS, if only to prohibit its movements for a moment.
The aggressive aqua latched itself onto the bony forearm of the entity--the exact same spot as which it held onto Macheo. A crushing, crunching sound resounded before the water had completely crushed the poisonous figure's forearm, snapping it away from its body and relieving its hold on the young man.
--He did it?!
