Vargus was still in a deep thought, even though the confrontation had already escalated, "How are they able to summon beasts seemingly from thin air?" This puzzlement reflected his intrigue at the spectacle before him, considering the mechanics and principles behind their ability to manifest such creatures.
Simultaneously, the women, driven by fear and seeking protection, quickly gathered around Vargus. Their voices, tinged with urgency, reached out to him, "Sir, please help us." Their plea for assistance underscored the gravity of the situation and their trust in Vargus's ability to safeguard them from the impending threat posed by the male members and their summoned beasts.
Vargus turned his attention to the gathered women, a hint of resolve flashing in his eyes. Internally, he couldn't help but critique their reaction. "How have they become so reliant on others? They need strength of their own," he thought to himself, already planning a regimen that would empower them. "Training is in order, it seems."
Meanwhile, the scared women who looked into Vargus's eyes suddenly shuddered. They didn't know why, but they felt something was wrong when they saw Vargus.
Vargus faced the men squarely, his expression stern and resolute. "It seems I need to teach you all a lesson in manners," he declared, ready to stand up for the principles he believed in.
The men, fueled by their anger and defiance, responded with hostility. "Teach us? You'll regret stepping in, barbarian!" they retorted, their disdain for Vargus evident in their words. Without hesitation, they commanded their beasts, "Attack him!"
The confrontation escalated rapidly as the beasts sprang into action. The wind hawk soared into the sky, its wings slicing through the air to send a sharp blade of wind hurtling towards Vargus, demonstrating the creature's mastery over the elements.
Simultaneously, the thunder wolf launched its own assault. Charged with the raw power of lightning, it darted forward, its body crackling with electric energy. With a burst of speed, the wolf aimed a lightning-charged rush directly at Vargus, turning the battleground into a display of elemental fury aimed to overwhelm him.
As the attacks approached, Vargus watched with a calm, almost amused expression. With a confident smile, he remarked, "Is this the extent of your strength? Your attacks are too weak, and your strategies are overly simplistic." His words were not just a critique but a reflection of his own strength and experience, underlining his readiness to face whatever came his way with ease.
As the thunder wolf charged towards him, Vargus acted with lightning-fast reflexes, effortlessly catching the beast in his grasp. With a strategic maneuver, he then used the captured thunder wolf as a shield, positioning it between himself and the incoming wind blade attack.
The moment the wind blade made contact, it struck the thunder wolf instead, demonstrating Vargus's quick thinking and adaptability in combat. Without missing a beat, Vargus then propelled the thunder wolf through the air with a powerful thrust, turning it into an impromptu projectile aimed directly at the wind hawk.
The thunder wolf's unexpected trajectory caught the wind hawk off guard, resulting in a precise strike that showcased Vargus's mastery over the situation and his ability to turn the tide of battle with his ingenuity and strength.
The men, witnessing the turn of events, expressed their disbelief and frustration aloud. "Impossible! How can a barbarian so effortlessly counter our beasts, which are nearly at the Expert level?" one exclaimed, unable to comprehend Vargus's prowess in the face of their trained creatures.
Another, refusing to admit defeat so quickly, rallied his confidence. "Hold on, the battle isn't over yet. My flame tiger is still in play," he declared, a determined edge to his voice.
With a commanding shout, "Flame tiger, unleash your Flame Claw!" he directed his beast. Obedient and swift, the flame tiger's claws ignited with intense fire, casting a menacing glow as it prepared to launch its attack towards Vargus.
Upon observing the flame tiger's impending Flame Claw attack, Vargus merely smiled, unimpressed by the display of power. "Is this all? Your flames are too weak, and this tiger too small to pose any real challenge to me," he confidently remarked, his voice laced with a hint of mockery towards the inadequacy of the threat posed by the beast.
With remarkable agility and precision, Vargus effortlessly stepped into the path of the attack, seizing the flame-enveloped claws in his grasp. Demonstrating his superior strength, he hoisted the flame tiger off the ground, turning it momentarily into a living weapon. In a swift motion, he then hurled the beast towards the group of men who had commanded it to attack, using their own strategy against them.
As the flame tiger's body collided with the men, the impact sent them sprawling to the ground, a vivid testament to Vargus's unmatched strength and strategic prowess. Dust and cries filled the air as they struggled to regain their composure, the reality of their defeat setting in.
Vargus, standing tall and unyielding, fixed his gaze on the now subdued group. With authority resonating in his voice, he issued a stern warning, "Now, leave this place and dare not return. If you ever harass our members again, the consequences will be far worse." His words carried the weight of an ultimatum, leaving no room for negotiation or misunderstanding.
The men, overwhelmed by fear and the sting of their defeat, scrambled to their feet and fled, their pride wounded and their confidence shattered. Yet, even as they retreated, thoughts of vengeance simmered in their minds, a silent vow to themselves that this encounter would not be the end. However, the immediate threat had been neutralized, and Vargus's decisive action had ensured the safety of the division's members—for now.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, the grateful girls gathered around Vargus, expressing their heartfelt thanks for his intervention. "Thank you so much for your help," they said, relief and appreciation evident in their voices.
Vargus, modest in his response, waved off their thanks. "No problem," he assured them. However, curiosity piqued, he seized the moment to inquire further, "But how were those men able to summon their beasts seemingly out of nowhere?"
The girls, eager to share their knowledge with their protector, began to explain the concept behind the summoning. "They summoned their beasts from what's known as a 'beast space,'" one of the girls clarified.
Seeing Vargus's intrigued expression, they elaborated, "A beast space is essentially a dimensional space where tamed beasts are kept. It's accessible to beast tamers who simply need to focus their minds to open it and summon their beasts."
Upon grasping the concept of the beast space, Vargus acknowledged their explanation with gratitude. "I see, thank you for enlightening me," he said. Then, with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, he added, "Now, I have a request. Please, follow me."
The girls, sensing an unusual tone in his request and catching the hint of a plan behind his smirk, felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Despite their reservations, they recognized the trust they had placed in him earlier and nodded in agreement. "Yes, of course," they responded, preparing themselves to follow Vargus, intrigued by what he had in mind next.