The beasts we found were two enormous ones. The first looked like a gigantic snake with two heads. As soon as he noticed us, he turned around, throwing around his tail. He gave us a menacing look, hissing to warn us not to approach.
It was a level-three beast, unable to communicate with human language yet.
The beasts, following their level, could at some point talk and even take human appearance, making it sometimes hard to recognize them. And at their highest, it was impossible to sense that they were in fact beasts—even for the strongest tamer ever existing. But in a lifetime, almost no one ever met one—at the condition they tell you that it is.
The level three beast had the usual habits of their kind: they were less stupid than the level below, and because they were in a stage where they could transform at any moment, they were more vigilant.
Because yes, most beasts don't stay at level three for long. In general, it's harder to go from level two to level three and easier to go from level three to level four. Nonetheless, there weren't many level-five beasts.
As for the second beast we had to capture, it was a level four—the second strongest from the five ranges. And those ones were usually really arrogant. So they made good prey for the stronger tamers.
You could fool them quite easily.
The one we encountered was beautiful, just as enormous as the snake, a white tiger. Differently from the snake, he didn't put his guard up, remaining lying down; his eyes focused on my teammates.
He barely roared, only emitting low, threatening sounds from time to time, not a bit stressed. If anything, he seemed to be bored.
He probably thought he had delivered snacks.
I smiled, thinking about how his arrogance would kill him. A behavior that I encountered so often in my line of work.
As they finished their spells, they channeled their magic to aim correctly at the beasts.
Meo at the front used direct attack magic, concentrating his magic at one particular spot of the snake: his heart.
'Hmm, that's a really stupid move to make,' I thought as I analyzed his posture.
He wasn't firm enough, revealing his weak points. And the way he used his magic was too standardized, enabling him to use his potential to its full extent.
That was the problem with the academic's students: they had the knowledge but not enough practice.
This way, Meo would never find out what he was best at and how to use it to take advantage of his opponent.
As for Danny, he was a little better. We could see that he had some tricks up his sleeves and had his own way of fighting.
This one had probably his little experiences, out of the ordinary life of the noble's circle.
Because indeed, Danny was a noble. Which he never specifically said, but we could easily guess it.
"Invadunt et ligant eum ad me." He chanted as a blue light came out of his palm, rapidly moving in the direction of the white tiger in a thin, thin string of light.
He was using a normal spell often used by the tamers to create an invisible fabric to tie down the beasts, enabling them from struggling. It was a spell in two, attacking and binding at the same time.
But unfortunately for him, it wasn't strong enough to tie down the tiger for long.
After a few seconds, before he could cast another spell—one that would bind them together for a limited period of time—the tiger broke the string and jumped above their heads. Directly landing behind them.
'They didn't think he was going to stand still, waiting for them to capture him, did they?'
The tiger's move broke their battle position, throwing them into a state of disarray.
Ela, at the back, was at a disadvantage. If she hadn't had her barrier, she would have already died twenty times. But even that wouldn't protect her for long, as there was a visible difference in strength between them.
The tiger wasn't stupid, either. He had some logical thinking, preferring to kill the supporters first to have more chances at his side.
Roaring , the tiger rushed without waiting towards Ela, his aim being to kill her.
This one, desperate, tried her best to stop him with different attack spells while strengthening her barrier.
But even though she was in a difficult situation, she remained calm and composed.
'Oh, oh, oh, I finally see the Ela of that day again, strong and confident.'
Simultaneously, Vincent was helping Danny and Meo, who were still in the front, immobilize the gigantic two-headed serpent.
This one wasn't easier to deal with. As soon as the tiger jumped, he redirected his attention towards Danny while this one was still trying to stop the tiger, quickly striking down the young man with his long, venomous tail.
Meo, seeing that, stopped him at the right time, saving the other man from his imminent death.
'That was near.' I sighed, my heart jumping.
If they continued this way, I would have no choice but to intervene and save them. But if I did that, we wouldn't be able to continue the exercise and capture them: we would have done all of that for nothing.
I would wait a bit more. To see if they could do it or if it was really too hard for them.
And if it was, I suggest they train some more before ever entering the alupisis forest, because they weren't cut for it yet.
While they were without doubt strong, they had too little experience battling against real, moving, and threatening enemies.
In the end, they were only flower gardens.
"Thank you, Meo." Danny, as he continued to endure the snake's attacks, kept his guard up. Fortunately for him, he had Vincent's barrier.
"Don't worry, concentrate." Meo replied as he continued to throw attacks at the serpent at different vital points.
Only it had no effective results since his posture didn't allow him to concentrate much of his inner magic. He's still a young lad, for sure.
As for Kiki, he was helping Ela and Mitia deal with the tiger. In a few seconds, they found a good cooperation tactic to help themselves.
Kiki, while activating different kinds of protective barriers, used magic to try to slow down the tiger's attack. And Ela, staying cold-headed, used her magic at its maximum to weaken the tiger's energy. She was quite good at channeling her magic—Professor Bernard's class had served somehow.
As for Mitia, with her good balance and use of her body, she directly fought bare handed with the tiger.
'Wow, that's incredible! I heard some tamers had the strength equal to a beast, but I never thought I would meet one one day!'
I understood how this one could stay at peace on a thin branch's tree now, barely supporting her weight.
She was actually a body trainer—people who deified gravity and the law of things. Most of the time, they were knights, but sometimes they could also be tamers.
But it wasn't something someone could just practice at will; it needed innate talent and years of practice.