Zephyr bursted out in psychotic laughter as he watched the battle live from his office.
Ivy on the other hand was trembling in worry, unable to watch the very scene that she was playing before the three of them.
"DORIAN! HAHAHA! Hand me my twenty gold..." Zephyr boomed between his fits of laughter.
"Impossible... To think that he would have already learned that ruins can be used like a simple stamp..." The man who smelled of only wine and wore only the most expensive of furs, stroked his chin in a sense of awe of his own.
He reached into his pockets, pulling out a handful of gold and handing it out for Zephyr to violently snag and pocket himself.
Ivy eventually cut in, with glowing green eyes that were acting as a projector for the fight.
"Is this really okay?" She asked, unsure if stalking Unity was the right thing to do.
"He is practically my son, I don't see a problem with wanting to watch him succeed without me..." Zephyr said simply.
"But turning it into a betting match is quite extreme, old friend..." Dorian said innocently.
"You fool! Acting as if it wasn't you who proposed such a thing..." Ivy called him out with a frown.
Dorian raised a hand and pointed at the projection.
"Quick! Focus! The fight isn't over yet, show the Reinhart boy!" He demanded, causing Ivy to feel a sense of rage boiling within her.
...
Reinhart grinned as coughs of blood splattered from his lips.
The smaller Vasehead stood up five meters in front of him, staring him down with anger and confusion.
Then...
"GROWWW GROOO GROUUU GRILLLL GRANDDDD!!!!" The beast growled with an echo within its helmet.
Reinhart- although wobbling with uneasy imbalance, spoke with absolute sureness in his own ability.
"Good... You can speak..." He coughed up another handful of blood. "This makes things more fun..."
He reached for his large claymore, pulling the steel sword from its sheathe.
The beast tilted its head.
"I am Reinhart... Last born Child of The Orion Bloodline... Although I do not carry the torch of heir any longer... I still carry the blood of the strongest mortal to ever hold a blade... Which is why you will kneel when you speak to me... You mongrel..."
He pointed the tip of his sword at the monster, as his body stiffened, refusing to show weakness before a monster that has reached the level of near-coherent speech.
"GRYYYYY???" It hissed.
Reinhart chuckled. "I must commend you for putting me into such a pitiful state... But this is as far you as you go..."
Then his blade began to glow golden before the beast, and the second that he moved, the ground split in every direction from the force of the once true heir of Vallmora.
Traces of his blade were left in the air as they clashed against the Vasehead who put up its rocky arms in defense.
Reinhart muttered mid swing. "Poor choice to block a fatal attack with your only forms of weaponry..."
Reinhart now stood behind the beast, staring at the wall as he put his sword back into its sheathe with royal etiquette.
He turned, grinning out of the corner of his eye as he watched the beast split into a thousand pieces where it once stood.
"You were not even worthy enough to fight the future king... So you will have to settle with being slain by his strongest soldier..."
The pieces fell to the ground with a splash of blood, flesh, and rock...
...
Everyone eventually met up in the center of the room, looking at each other with strange looks.
"Good work everybody. Way to make quick work of those bastards." Leo exclaimed happily, swiping his hands together as dust and blood fell from his palms.
Chase; however, was in a terrible state both physically and mentally, staring down at his hands with a worried expression on his face.
Upon looking up and looking at all of the faces of his comrades, he could see that a lot of them were also in poor states to continue fighting anymore.
They all looked at him as well, probably expecting some sort of order or logical next move; however, Chase only sighed and collapsed as his vision faded to black.
The battle was over, but Olympia still held many endeavors that he was unsure of, and especially opponents that he was certainly not one hundred percent confident that he and his team could actually beat.
But that was a problem for the future, as he could not physically go on any longer than that, having burned three times through his energy reserves, and used up twice as much life force to keep fighting putting him into a state so close to death that if it hadn't been for the thing actively killing him, he would have been dead five times over.