Pipin as fast and explosive as a thunderbolt struck down on the beast, piercing it's neck with his two short spears. Clutching the weapons he ripped them out of the beast, jumped of from it and cut it's back while falling.
The beast made another earsplitting sound and desperately turned around to face it's enemy. It raised it's claws to take a swipe at Pipin, still he dodged with an elegant summersault.
'Now!' Pipin commanded seemingly to the empty woods. The bushes rustled, and out of it jumped two figures holding something that took in both of their hands. It was a beautiful flower; still closed, hot pink in color with green ends, with pointy roots.
They sprinted straight to the beast, squished the flower, and it released all it's pollen in the beast it's face. The golden dust clouds enveloped the beast, and it -thankfully- inhaled most of it.
It wobbled on its limp feet, eyes sunk low and it finally fell to the dirt.
'That should hold it off for now, until he comes.' Pipin said. At that moment the frozen goblins started to break free from the spell. All of them started fainting, one by one.
Three of them kept standing: Eli, Boksen and Bleux. Both Eli and boksen fell to their knees to which Bleux decided for them to fall back, and to protect their group. 'The beast is weaker now, your help is no longer needed. Rest up a bit.' He lied, the beast was weaker, but not weak enough to not need their help
He would have to make it work with the new reinforcements: Pipin, Shokan and Cycle.
With a tired 'yes!' they fell back. Then Bleux turned to Pipin 'Where is Jaren?'
'He said he was still handeling some business. But he said he would be here soon.'
'Soon... is that what he said? alright then.'
Bleux looked up to the sky, looked at the two moons. Curiosity came up, he never saw that second moon, though the strength he felt radiating from it was felt natural. That did not matter now, only the beast mattered, also his missing partner.
Where was he, where was Jaka, deep inside of him, a small flame of anger was made. One surrounded by dry wood.
'Can you last long?' Bleux asked. 'I don't know, but the four of us can stall it for a little while. I hope until he arrives' Pipin responded.
Bleux nodded and took his spear. He pointed it to the beast, whom had already stood up, foam leaking out of it's mouth, and ready for round two. The ninjas also stood ready; Pipin heald his two spears in a combat position, Cycle was using his sharpened nail, and Shokan was just using his fist.
The battle was short; Within a few swipes Shokan was taken out, after a stupid mistake the beast caught Cycle slipping and struck him down at his face, that right there was a permanent scar. He was not done, with a crazy schriek he jumped back into action.
Not even going for the face, sliding on the ground and cutting of a paw. He was stamped on shortly after and passed out
Pipin lasted the longest; weaving past every attack, countered when he could, and finally leaving one of his weapons in the beast it's throat.
Eventually his stamina ran out, but before he got injured, Bleux demanded for him to fall back with the rest.
Now it was only Bleux and the beast. And even though he did some serious damage, alone he stood no chance. He got hit quite a few times, barely holding on with those painful scratches on his body.
The blood leaked out of his body like sweat on a blazing hot day.
The world was shaking, vibrating under his feet. He knew that his death could be close. It was weird though, even though the world was fuzzy, even though he was near death, he felt as if he could keep going for days.
Another swing from the beast that Bleux blocked, knocked him into a tree. Now backed in to a corner, he felt no other choice than to put all his energy into one last blow. He let out a powerful warrior cry and prepared for one last face down.
'Hold on there lil bro, i wouldn't want you dying out there.' The familiar voice of Jaren crept up to him, together with his warm hands on one of Bleux his shoulders