Elemental power percentage serves as a measure of a warrior's mastery and control over their innate element, streamlining its usage in combat. However, the dynamic shifts dramatically between their normal and transformed states. Tarra, whose power reached 85% even in her transformed form, defied expectations.
Such a high percentage hinted at unparalleled potential, leaving a burning question—how could this be? The truth was clear yet elusive: the secret of such overwhelming strength lay hidden deep within Tarra herself, a mystery only she could truly unravel.
(Tarra)'You fell for the trap, Dark Fly. You thought that my transformed power by 85% would be this low?! Hmph, what a mere Dark Fly.'
Tarra's actual elemental power in her transformed state didn't exceed the privilege of 20%, yet she cunningly manipulated the battlefield with her unmatched skill. By cleverly feigning that her output was near her maximum, she deceived the special case into underestimating her true capabilities.
This tactical move not only kept her adversary on edge but also granted her a strategic upper hand, as her full potential remained a well-guarded secret waiting to be unleashed.
Her fifth form unleashed an unprecedented level of devastation, its sheer intensity far surpassing anything she had displayed before. The air itself seemed to crackle under the weight of her power, as the [Dragonic Pandemic] surged forth with unstoppable ferocity.
The special case, caught entirely off guard, found no opening to mount a counterattack, overwhelmed by the relentless and destructive energy bearing down upon him.
(Strokash)"Something--Is off about him, that Element--Is not a normal red-dark Element."
"Terra Fly, you sure know how to irritate me well."
The special case snarled, his voice laced with frustration and restrained fury. His eyes burned with a mix of anger and grudging respect, acknowledging Tarra's relentless determination and cunning tactics that had managed to push him this far.
As the aftermath of Tarra's fifth form dissipated into the air, leaving trails of destruction, the special case emerged from the epicentre of the impact. His right arm glowed ominously, now fully fused with his red-dark Element, pulsating with raw power.
Ceros, ever observant, seized the opening left by Tarra's attack. Without hesitation, he unleashed a devastating magma shockwave. The attack roared through the air, its fiery intensity undeniable. Yet, what truly surprised Tarra was its simplicity—it was not a part of his intricate Vulcan forms but rather a casual strike, as though such destructive power was routine for him.
The ground beneath him cracked from the force, amplifying the sheer magnitude of his elemental prowess. The special case, still reeling from Tarra's assault, found himself bracing for yet another unpredictable attack.
(Ceros)"I know this is nothing to you now, Dark Fly."
The special case stood firm amidst the chaos, his red-dark Element coursing through him with an almost tangible presence. As Ceros's magma shockwave roared toward him, the special case raised his fused arm, meeting the fiery assault head-on.
The impact dispersed in an instant, and the magma shockwave deflected effortlessly, leaving not even a scratch on the special case. His calm yet menacing demeanour betrayed his dominance over the situation.
Now, with the attack nullified, his piercing gaze locked onto Ceros, the intensity in his eyes signalling a shift. It was no longer about survival or strategy—the special case's focus was now wholly on the one opponent he deemed worthy of his full attention.
The special case charged at Ceros with unyielding determination. Unlike his earlier chaotic strikes fueled by raw emotion, his attacks now carried a sharp precision, each move clearly planned and executed with purpose.
He zigzagged just above the ground at a speed too fast to follow, his transformed arm leaving a trail of crimson sparks that hissed and burned in his wake. The oppressive weight of his elemental power pressed down on Tarra and Ceros, forcing them to stay vigilant, unable to lower their guards or even blink. Even with just 10% of his transformed strength concentrated in his right arm, it was more than enough to surpass their combined power levels.
Ceros slams his fists together, unleashing an explosive shockwave that ripples through the air around him. A sound like molten lava bubbling furiously echoes in every direction. A fierce grin spreads across his face, his stance radiating unshakable resolve as he prepares to face the overwhelming power of the red-dark element holder.
(Ceros)"Tarra, It's--time."
Tarra nodded as she stood still, tilting her head slightly backwards in a smooth, controlled motion while maintaining her momentum without any action, closing her eyes, breathing in and out, hinting at her calmness at this moment which was surprising amidst this chaos.
Ceros draws his right arm back, the muscles coiling with tension as he powers up his vulcan with the other hand, preparing for the strike. Magma droplets dripped from his morphed arms as the surge of his elemental power soared to a solid 60%!!
"Magma, here I come."
The special case closed the distance to Ceros, his eyes glowing with a flicker of red-dark intensity. In a single, precise motion, he unleashed a short-range elemental shockwave.
(Ceros)"Vulcan technique, Second form:[Vulcan Shockwave!!]"
Fortunately, Ceros managed to counter the incoming attack with his own elemental shockwave. A shockwave, resembling a vulcan punch, scorched with magma, spilling viscous drops across the ground in its wake. Though it lasted only a second, the sheer destructive power it unleashed was horrific.
However, the force of the special case's shockwave was overwhelming, and despite his effort, it pushed him backwards with significant speed.
"I think-- I have the upper hand now, Hehehehe, MAgma Fly."
The special case balanced on the tips of his feet, his muscles coiling like a spring, ready to unleash a fast-paced strike at Ceros. He harnessed the power of his transformed arm, channelling it into his legs to propel himself forward with even greater speed.
He unleashed his charged power, his body surging forward with incredible force, as if the very air around him cracked under the pressure, propelling him straight toward Ceros, Stretching his morphed arm out in front of him, he sent a trail of crimson energy streaking through the air, a vivid mark of his power and intent.
"Try your best, Magma Fly. Otherwise, Goodbye!"
A confident smile curled on his lips as he surged forward, certain that his victor was within his grasp. Just a few seconds stood between him and his glorious triumph over Ceros, but, as always, the unexpected had a way of intruding...
(Tarra)"Don't you think--that it's said from your own mouth to you? Dark Fly."