Ivanka's POV
Ivanka's heart, or lack thereof, fell when she watched her adorable disciple get hit by a nasty kick from the Deera's hind legs and crash hundreds of meters into the woods. Now, being the experienced fighter that she was, she knew why the boy had been left in such a state especially when he was on the cusps of victory.
"Adrenaline," She whispered, from above the clouds. "And, pride." Ivanka didn't think that Willow would make such a clumsy mistake but she also didn't expect that she would feel such emotional pain from seeing his immense distress. Something pulled at her heart to drop whatever she was doing, and rush down there to kill the pesky little buck in the most painful way possible from how it caused Willow's current plight.
But, she wasn't so mentally weak as to succumb to such mental pressure. She knew it was half due to the young boy's constitution, and half due to the arising feelings in her chest. One day, she wonders if she'd fall deep enough for him that she'd challenge her sister for his hand.
'The portal opens in a day,' Ivanka reminded herself. She hated the idea of him leaving away from her, but she knew she needed him to leave otherwise she would do something she would regret, and something that others would praise.
A blink of her glowing silver eyes, and her sight immediately zoomed into Willow as he finished up healing. When she saw him pick up branches, and read his chi signature rising, she immediately knew his plan. A risky plan, but seeing as how the Deera was in a worse physical and mental state than him, he should be able to work it out.
Unless her adorable disciple's mind fails him first. But, then again, there wouldn't be much danger anyway since she was going to intervene if things had gone too extreme. If she didn't know of the Maiden's ungodly healing abilities, she would have already intervene and kill the Deera before it could even hit Willow.
Ivanka watched the young, beautiful boy climb up a tree as the battered and bruised Deera grunted, trailing towards him. Meanwhile, inside her mind, she was battling against the duality of wanting to let him grow on himself and just simply helping him now.
It would only take a flick of her hand before the little Deera burst into a mess of flesh and blood, but that would do nothing to help the young boy grow. But, then again, as she watched Willow pant and moan in pain, tiredly climbing up the tall tree, she couldn't help but want to make a move.
While she was in the midst of thinking, a pair of young, red dragons had been flying by and managed to see her simply floating still in the air, so they thought to make a quick lunch out of her. Now, red dragons, being the most violent and strongest out of the chromatic dragons, were extremely powerful where even the young baby would be able to raze a city all by themselves.
But, unfortunately for them, Ivanka was not in the mood to play with such little flies. She only sighed, as a barrier of condensed divine energy formed around her in the shape of a globe, killing the two young dragons quickly, exploding them into gory pieces of bloody mist and flesh.
A wave of her hand, and the evidence disappeared into thin air.
Ivanka focused back onto the matter at hand.
She watched with unease, as Willow hid amongst the branches up above as the Deera had finally come into his view. She could sense that it was on it's deathbed, but even then, that didn't mean Willow could take it for a weakling.
And, he definitely knew that. Ivanka's fingers twitched, sparkling with a moonlit glow, when she heard his heartbeat quicken in fear and surprise. One wrong move, and she'd intervene, no questions asked. She'd rather take his tantrums and patiently listen to how he could have handled it over not hearing him ever again.
She watched him take his steps tentatively, basically crawling forward on his long branch without even trembling once. He had balance over his body, she'd give him that at least. Then, he watched as when he got close enough to the Deera, he took a golden apple from his arms and threw it to the other end of the monster.
The Deera grunted and turned around, one second after the golden apple hit the ground. It sniffed and licked the golden apple, appraising it for a moment, laying it's head low which gave Willow the perfect chance to attack. Which he took.
Willow hopped from his branch, infusing the sturdy branch I had left him in his hands with all the amount of chaotic chi he could gather, which unfortunately had the demerit of notifying the Deera's keen senses.
The Deera immediately turned around, looked up and grunted loudly. Then, Ivanka noticed something wrong.
Willow had only split the Deera's crystal in half. Usually, that would mean that if the Deera ever attempted to shoot out it's beam wave, it would kill itself from the explosion as well since it only had half the crystal. A sacrificial move that wouldn't be taken by any normal, living and thinking creature that prioritized their own life.
Until, you pushed them too far into a corner.
Ivanka's fingers glowed strongly with divine energy, gradually turning the morning sky into the night as a bolt started to form inside her hand.
But, she may have been a little too hasty in her decision as her adorable disciple had already realized the Deera's plan and threw another golden apple, this time infused with the last of his prana, near it's head. A smile formed on Ivanka's face as she knew that if you infused the right amount of energy - any form of it - into a golden apple, it would simply explode.
BOOM!
The resulting explosion blasted against the Deera's face, amplified by the charging beam, tearing half of the monster's face off. But, before the monster could even scream in pain, Willow was already there, on the Deera's half-torn face, a chi-infused branch in hand, and with a shout, he struck the Deera straight through it's eye socket and with Ivanka's enhanced hearing, she could hear a distinct crunch. Willow had hit brain, killing the Deera instantly, ending it before it could even let out a grunt.
Night returned back to day. The glow of Ivanka's fist died down. The Deera fell down, and Willow had no more energy, rolling off the tall body of the monster.
With a blink, she appeared beside the beautiful, tired boy. He only gave her a cheeky smile, "Told you I could do it."