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"Time to go all out!"

Libram picks up the glaive and holds it in front of him. He concentrates until the glow becomes intense. He then starts moving forward. As he does, he let's out a flew slashes. A couple streams of water are released, but they don't head toward JJax just yet. Libram continues until a dozen or so streams are just flying through the air. The start to circle JJax. This is when Libram starts his true charge. He rushes in as the streams start to converge. They each head in at their own speed, so no two will attack at the same time, but it will be a series of attacks that should be hard to evade. Libram heads in with only one thought. He aims to disarm JJax.

I hope that's enough to count as a win. If not...

He looks to the river and notices that some of the water is starting to snake out of it from time to time. It looks as if it were alive.

...then I'll just have to forfeit.

Dammit! No more time!

As if the river heard him, the water it contains starts to come alive. Libram watches for a second as it starts to hover in the air and take an elongated form. He starts fiddling through his pockets until he pulls out a small vial of water. He clutches it in his fist and looks up. Libram doesn't seem too surprised to see a large Elemental Spirit sitting in front of him. It resembles a Chinese dragon. In fact, it matches the one etched onto the blade of Libram's glaive.

"All right, Libram, time to calm down."

He opens his fist, and the vial starts to float while letting off a soft blue glow. He looks up to the Spirit and notices that it's currently eyeing JJax. It starts shifting it's position as if it were ready to attack.

"He is not your target!"

The Spirit takes a second to look at Libram, but it returns its glare to JJax when it sees him in a battle stance. It starts to fly in that direction.

Dammit, he's not listening! He's committed to an attack. Maybe I can change the target.

Libram uses both hands to frame the vial. It starts to glow a very deep, harsh blue, and the Spirit stops its advance. It quickly turns around and starts barrelling towards Libram.

"Good. I just hope I can weather the attack."

Mekryd mutters, and steps out from behind his cage.

"Merging swords with magic was never a really safe practice..."

Mekryd dashes towards the nearest tree, plucking a handful of acorns from it. With a deft toss, the acorns are sent flying into the monster, where they begin to take root, and absorb water.

"Oi! There, you! Help fight it. Not exactly something friendly," remarks Mekryd, tossing a few more seeds at the elemental being.

Once the Spirit was attacked, it stopped its charge and turned around.

"Dammit!"

The glow from the vial suddenly stops, and Libram quickly catches it before it breaks on the ground.

"Stupid power of mine!"

He quickly jumps forward and grabs his glaive. The Spirit, meanwhile begins to whip around violently as the daggers dig into its side. It pulses for a second and sends the daggers flying away. It turns toward the approaching JJax and looks as if it's preparing for an attack, but the acorns start absorbing the water that composes it. It lets out a screech of pain before whipping its body around and forcing the acorns to fly out and towards the one who attacked him.

"No control, and now it's very angry."

Libram jumps up and swipes the Spirit lightly. It refocuses on Libram and glares at him with a look that practically screams murder.

"Gotta be careful. Either I somehow learn to control it, or we need to exhaust it. And control is something that's not going to happen now."

The Spirit quickly attacks with a claw and knocks the glaive away from Libram. He then starts dodging as best he can. While he does, he notices something from the corner of his eye.

"Spera, what are you doing?"

"Ahhh, but you guys aren't part of the plan..."

Spera smiled and wind whips around her.

"And I intend to be bait."

Speras pupils dialate and shine out monochomatically she flings both arms to the side and feirce gales attempt to remove Libram, JJax and Mekkie from the path of the dragon. She then with attempt floating up in the air in circles trying to wear the dragon out as if it were a cat and she a cat toy, occasionally brushing the dragon semi-threateningly but then fleeing, urging it to follow her.

A strong gust of wind blows Libram back and sends him flying through the air.

"WAAAAAH!"

He plants his glaive into the ground and uses it to steady himself. He then looks up to see Spera playing with the Spirit.

"Spera!"

The Spirit seems to be quite annoyed by her shenanigans, and it starts going after her in earnest. It slowly starts to pick up speed and does it's best to corner the airborne woman.

"One person can't do it by themself!"