"You know, one may ask themselves, 'Since when did killerpillars fly?'"
Fae giggled at Ricven's little quip. He had his moments. "Tee-hee! Killerpillars..."
"I'm saying, though. Seriously. I've heard of pigs flying. We've SEEN pigs fly, and they shit worse than a dick bird. But this right here...I can't say I'm even a little surprised."
The sudden ascension of Borros was in fact beyond belief for some. Surely enough, those surveying the fight from afar, the Faevalen Aegis defense forces that hung back by the high queen and Ricven's demand, couldn't believe it themselves. The whole sight placed them all at their heels when they feasted their bulged eyes at what they believed to be a mutated, inbred, butterfly—a premature caterpillar with the wings of a glorious bird.
More like an atrocious, maleficent albatross of god-awful destruction to the maximum power.
All the more awesome in Ricven's eyes.
Grubs became butterflies, but Borros, a remnant belonging to a greater horror of incomprehensible power, was far from a grub. Now it produced wings. Its huge feathers trailed the skies in its mind-blowing flight of serpentine, mind-boggling grace.
Its beastly maneuver took the whole crew of Mechanova aback, too, where speed was concerned. It achieved a swift evolutionary phase in a matter of moments and slithered through the Spring-white clouds like a great snake booking for Crystallis—a speed so fast as if it needed no wings.
Ricven scudded behind it. Borros ignored him. Out of the desert, they entered Sosha's Severed Hills, on a one-track quest for Poseidius Shore—where the oceanic realms of the Western Abyss await.
And most likely cowered, for the seaside city of Glell settled there.
Ricven touched down on the winged beast's long back like an uninvited guest aboard the Borros Cloud Express. He snatched plates and climbed his way up, his right eye flared violent blue. Surprisingly, the mass of tendrils that hassled him before was absent, another evolutionary occurrence and delightful change despite how unpleasant the monster portrayed in grim truth. And in spite of that, Ricven pounded his left fist of aethric fire against Borros' armor, half-expecting something to lash out and smack him silly. Instead, a concussion of cruel cobalt strangled the bulky fiend—giving it the shake and bakes.
The five-finger-bang shot a savage bite of through Borros' wicked nerves. It felt the furious cocktail of celestial fire and pure unadulterated voltage, and squalled its wretched ire from the needling frenzy. Still, it soared, ticked from Ricven's punchy pester.
And lo and behold, it whipped its tendrils of teeth at him!
Fae belted a loud "They're BACK!" and Ricven released himself from Borros. The retaliation of angry appendages would get not a piece of Ricven again today.
Or, so he'd wished to believe.
The barrage of tactile members reached him regardless of flight like flying serpents void of high-speed restraint. On the receiving end, Ricven controlled his airy maneuver as if the sky itself was his playground. It was, of course. He zipped through the killer cords, whirled inches from their strike, jetted pass lethal vein, and, as Edge Breaker participated, sundered the senseless throng of razor-tooth shafts that stretched to no end for him.
It was then that he realized that the not so dumb monster of the sands had a brain.
Clever girl, he thought...as the dismal globes of fire joined the defense. He barrel-rolled through that, too. He be damned if he let this gargantuan freak get its way—whatever way that was.
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