"… Ally," was the word that Eden matched with her connection to the hari. After all, their partnership was more of a deal than an ownership. When she called for aid, they were for assistance, not to prove ownership. Still, each one lent her help as a  form of thanks instead of obligation for one reason or another, with each story telling why being so different from the other outside of the first group. The one that helped her learn more of her gifts. However, when the man made his introductions, she turned to him and lifted up her weapon, showing underneath the guard of the massive club-sword where her name was inscribed out of habit, but said, "They call Eden Eden," knowing he could understand.

Though when it came to how she talked, she thought about how to explain it, her fingers tracing along the Crest of Adraejen on her collar. "Man touched me. Felt surge flow through. Now speak beast," Was the best she could put it, which was about as much as she could as a storm of enemy units began to form up around them: magical entities summoned by the rabbit who clearly felt threatened enough to call forth reinforcements. It took a lot out of her to call forth the hari… How much more could she muster? No think weak! echoed in her mind as her hand took to the metal collar's latch and loosened it up once more, bellowing yet another cry at the minions before them.

Smaller pools of reality thinned once more before more beasts walked out to her side: a proud wolf, a massive cat, an old bear, and a humble jackal. As much as she hoped to get the elephant there as well, she knew she was pushing her limits, falling to her knees and supporting herself on her weapon as she clasped the collar back shut, trying to catch her breath. The world…. it felt so dizzy… "Hold… off…" she was able to get out before her small pack of animals worked on their counter forces of the magical army.

As for the hari though, enjoying his prey as much as he could, he made a move as if to prove his dominance. He was the stronger one! He was the one who controlled this fight! Catching a grasp upon the rabbit's front, he lifted up the front torso of the rabbit before throwing it down on the side, stomping on the fallen rabbit and screaming in glory about the achievement!

Bi-colored eyes widened in shock as magical sparks flew out of the rabbit while the hair and he attacked it.  Almost as quickly he glared and let out a loud growl.  The creature was turning desperate as its bodily form was being torn at quite fiercely.  Kiba glanced over at the lizard across from him that was enjoying itself quite a bit with the task set before it.  He had heard the title hari used to reference the thing.  The diowolf unlatched his jaw for a moment to catch his breath as well as reset his claws in the prey.  His entire maw felt as if it were tingling with jolts of lightening the longer he had been holding his grip.  If he continued to constantly hold the rabbit there was a possibility he would be injured even further.  The rabbit was now throwing its body even more frantically than before as it could tell that it was not as immortal as it was created to be.  What was this thing?  Why was it here?  What was the point of it all? 

Heat trickled down his chest as the blood continued to pour from his wound.  He would have been lying if he said that he was not feeling light headed from the loss.  Between the blood loss and the magical currents jolted through him it was getting a little much for him to constantly take on.  Kiba shook his head in an effort to bring himself back to his senses.  There would be time to rest after the deed had been carried out to kill the magical beast.  A presence appeared behind him that made him whip his cranium to look at the woman who appeared.  His Reztreal flared as his vision set upon the young woman that carried an odd looking sword.  He titled his head to the side as she explained something that made little sense to him.  There was little time for him to reply as the sword was plunged into his leg quickly and then removed.  The diowolf yelped loudly but then clamped his mouth shut to keep attention being put upon them.   

Just as quickly as she had appeared, the goddess had taken off.  "Thank you, milady," he called after her before jumping back onto the hare.  He could feel relief in his back leg as well as his chest as the wounds began to repair themselves.  There was no knowing what the sword actually was at the moment, but it was the one time he was grateful to get stabbed.

From his talk with the tiger woman, Walter realized he was still thinking in the mindset of a man than a beast's. Beasts did not hold ownership over other living beings, only rank. It was easy to forget, being a part of those two very different worlds at once. "I see, you must've done something phenomenal to have such a creature come at your request. A beast with such strength and power would only acknowledge another with more or the same." When he had given her his name, her next gesture was unexpected. Instead of speaking, she lifted up that great metal beam to show him worn lettering underneath what he guessed was the weapon's guard. "So you have your name written here? 'Eden'. It is a good name, one with warmth and peace." Eden then moved her hand to show him something else when he asked her how she spoke to him.

Looking closely, he could see some sort of mark on the metal collar she wore around her neck. Judging by the weight and design, it must have been a slave collar at one time. But there was a scent coming from the mark different from the rest of the collar's parts. The longer he looked, the more it seemed familiar. It brought to mind the metal engraving he himself had on a strip of leather beneath his shirt. As the beastkin explained how her ability to speak to beasts came to be, Walter paid close attention. "It must be the favor of a god." The moment was interrupted when he and Eden felt a tension in the air, only to see numerous enemies taking shape out of the same shimmering energy the rabbit was composed from. He could see the conflict in her eyes and her behavior. What was she thinking now?

Walter readied his crossbow for a shot when the tiger woman gave a wild, animalistic cry that made goosebumps break out on his skin. Even without words, he could feel the rallying call for help. And the surprises continued, as beasts of all shapes and sizes began to appear around them in response to Eden's bellow. He could smell their scent, and unlike the rabbit they were fighting–these were flesh and blood beasts. He saw the wolf, one of his brethren in spirit among the reinforcements. Whatever she had done to bring them here, it was certainly a great strain upon the tiger woman. As she slumped to her knees, he went to steady the beastkin. "Eden!" He then realized that he couldn't move her to the sidelines to let her rest–her weapon was far too heavy for him to move, either as a man or a beast. Keeping himself close to her, he leveled his crossbow and fired a bolt squarely into the neck of one of the rabbit's conjured apparitions. If he couldn't move her to safety, then he would do what he could to buy her time to recover. Not bothering to reload, he pulled out an axe, ready to cut down the horde before they could come closer.

Taking cover from another of the rabbit's deadly beams again, Shiloh was trying to find a way to get higher up in the air. As the magic beast summoned fighters of its own out of the same magic it was made from, it looked like it was finally feeling threatened. At this rate, attacking from the ground would be less effective. It was already doing a lot of damage to everybody with its ranged and physical attacks, and getting within striking distance put yourself in line for unavoidable damage. She had to strike from above again. That was the plan, but it was hard finding a certain someone in the thick of battle. Her ability to sense singular presences was facing heavy interference from the high levels of magic emitted from the rabbit, and there were too many people on the ground right now. Otherwise, she would be bringing death from on high down on that blasted beast this very moment.

Finally her waiting paid off, as she saw the person she was looking for. Charging back into the fight, she made a beeline for a man cleaving his way through the illusory enemies with a claymore. "Sylvain!" As he turned to look in her direction, she threw a dagger into the chest of another magical construct soldier creeping up from behind. Joining him, she wasted no time in telling the vampire lord why she had sought him out. "We're not making enough headway down here. If we want to get this over with quick, we need to stun it–take it by surprise. Our best bet's a sneak attack from above right onto it's head." Plunging the length of his blade through a simulacrum soldier, he asked in between slashes: "And just how do you intend on performing such a feat?" Kicking a shimmering entity into another ally's sword, she replied quickly. "Oh that's easy–you're going to drop me on him."

"What?!" He looked at her like she had lost her marbles. "Look it's not that hard, just turn into a bird and fly up, then throw me at the thing! Aim for the head, preferably between the eyes. Come on, we don't have all day!" He was shaking his head, but he knew better than to think she was joking. To make his job easier, she unsheathed a wind-cutting katana in a wide sweep, clearing out most of the enemies that surrounded them in the immediate area. With the pressure taken off for a few moments, he transformed into massive, black raven and took to the skies with her in his talons. As the rabbit was preoccupied with the swarms of attackers down below, Sylvain gained altitude and flew over it until she shouted the signal. Then, he released her from his grasp sending the deity hurtling down with blades brandished and ready.

Hitting the magic beast dead-on, Shiloh landed smack-dab in the middle of its forehead. Her armor did little to cushion her fall, and she wasted no time in plunging her two swords right into its cranium. The rabbit gave out a blood-curdling shriek and began flailing more wildly than ever! Hanging on for dear life, she held onto her blades with a vise-grip as it bucked and rolled like a mad bull. A surge of raw magical power coursed through her swords like electricity through metal, and it nearly knocked her out cold. A green aventurine pendant around her neck resonated in response, and she felt its effects holding her on the brink of consciousness. She was battered and hurting, but she sure as the Circles wasn't giving up. "Yeah, that's right–this is for messing with my lightning towers back in Railoch! You hear me, you overgrown grass-eater?! You're gonna die today!"

Arrows continued to fly from where the archer had perched himself up on the hill at the creatures that had been summoned by the rabbit.  In all of his years in life he had never imagined that he would be in such a battle.  As he continued to fight he noticed that just as quickly as the creatures were downed than another would replace it.  Damon could not fathom the amount of energy that the lapin was expelling in hopes to kill of its attackers.  Thankfully the ones that were doing the main fighting were hardy enough to take the damage that was being dealt.  The phoenix knew better than to throw himself in to the center of the fighting as he was a ranged fighter.  He still had not recovered after all the years from his severed connection to his goddess.  It would be an unwise decision to attempt to put himself with the rest of the throng.  

Attention was pulled when the eerie and animal roar rippled through the air.  "What the…?"  Damon continued to shoot at the moving targets as he looked over at the tiger girl who had made all the noise.  Whatever she had done appeared to call for many animal companions of all shapes and sizes.  He could not help but be impressed with the small army that had been called forth to aid with the fighting of the minions.  "This will help tilt the scale into our favor."  There was not much time that could be spent on being impressed, for the call did not just bring the animals but it brought the attention upon the man and girl.  Damon sucked in a breath as he glanced between the armed man that helped the now exhausted girl and the lapin.  

With a grunt he turned his stance and began to fire at the creatures that were making their way towards the pair.  Bodies fell to the ground, but it was not enough to keep a few from closing the gap and descend on the pair.  He cursed under his breath while beginning to run in the direction of the two.  No fire could be called upon as it was all with his own internal magic that could not be counted on in such a battle. There was no avoiding a close battle now that there was such a large number of enemies to fight off. While he ran the bow was slung across his chest, and in one smooth reach he pulled out a sword that glowed.  For the moment it remained quiet as it plunged into the magical creatures.  "Is she okay?!" he called over his shoulder at the man.  Swords struck one another to let out a metallic clang upon contact.  It had been a while since he had used his swordsmanship skills, but it was coming back quickly; it had to.

It had started out as interesting for the most part, but now this great rabbit was more a nuisance than anything else. For the most part his temple had held up well while it made it’s path of destruction through the Valley of Vada, but the beast was yet to be stopped. Even now. He still didn’t trust his own magick, there was about a one in three chance that it would either do something random when he casted, or it would be over amplified and decorative. Two out of three are good odds, but not good enough when fighting a creature based solely in magick.

Which is why it was taking so long to get to it in the first place! When one relies on teleporting and gate travel for the most part in their travelling, going by foot or vehicle is painfully slow in comparison. By the time he made it to Sidhiel the fray was already well underway. The lapin looked even more fearsome than it had before and it was taking much more fire power to even leave a dent. So to speak.

A sharp flutter of wings resounded overhead and he looked up in time to see the great golden wings of a falcon shooting above him: twin trails of light followed behind its wing tips, both bright and wispy like the rest of its body. He wasn’t sure exactly why the spectral form of a falcon chose to follow him so closely, but so far the makeshift guide had been helpful in his pursuits.

It rose higher and higher into the air before instantly turning into a purposeful nose dive towards the spine of the lapin. A screech that resounded like a thousand wind chimes broke through the air just before it made contact with the rabbit’s back: sending out a ripple of light as it did so. This of course wasn’t enough to kill the beast, not by a long shot, but it left it momentarily stunned just long enough for others to take advantage and attack.

He was one such person, and instantly drew Torinasu, even without its magickal properties being used, it was a formidable blade. Naota managed to teleport successfully to appear in a silent rainbow flash of light at the rabbit’s hide as he swung his blade in an arch against its half exposed belly.

It had never been this hard or exhausting for her to get such aid out that she felt this limited. Was it because of the hari? It was the first time he called for her aid, yet her gut told her otherwise. It was probably simply how much it took her to control her gates, using up more energy to ensure they opened in the right spots instead of in the middle of the ocean. It would not have been the first time her instinct took over her to push the boundaries of what was possible, even if it meant pushing the limits. It did not make it any safer on her, though, as it was difficult for her to make out what was happening. Everything was a blur and all sounds had muffled together into an incoherent mess.

Luckily for her and Walter, there was not one entity ensuring her safety, but five, and soon a sixth. With all forms of entities around, it was easy for Eden to catch her breath, focus on what was going on. She was showing weakness right now, and that simply could not do. Weakness meant failing, and in the world outside of the arena walls, failing meant death. There was no one to carry you back to safety. No one to tend to your wounds. No one to stop a fatal blow if they did not want it…

Which meant she had to fight off the spinning world! Get back the sound going around her! Get her self back on her feet and add to the chaos around her! She will worry about what it will take to get them back later. Right now, all she could do is let them mess up the magical entities and join in on their take downs! Her eyes began to shine bright, like a predator who stared at its prey: one entity who broke through and headed for the tigerkin. What fool head demise, coursed though her mind as she lifted up the metal beam of a weapon and swatted it away, practically snapping the entity in two from the weight of the sword being thrown into its stomach before rushing in and adding to the turmoil.

The bear and big cat had no real issue taking on prey alone, but the wolf and jackal struggled with their size. However, the two made up for it by working together on their targets, trying to keep the pack in tow. However, the hari did not care for them. They were simply ants to get stomped or swatted away by the slam of his tail on the ground. The rabbit was its priority, and was the priority flailing around a ton with another tiny being flying itself onto it and latching down with blades, causing it to flail up a storm! The hari decided to aid it as best it could by grasping upon it once more, holding it still so it was the only the head that bounced back and forth. Still, this did not stop the lizard with teeth to stall down the fly that latched itself onto it, seeing what was stopping him from chomping down further.

Walter was swinging the axe into anything that tried to come at him or brush past. He had to pull back from being hit, but somehow he made it through. Years of tracking beasts taught him to read how an enemy moved and understand what it meant. He wasn't one to spill blood, and thankfully these spectral fighters had none. They were magic, brought to life, not breathing beings. He quickly discovered fatal blows weren't wholly necessary to make them dissipate, and he took advantage of this to conserve his strength. When Eden was back on her feet, he stopped and stared in awe as she swung that massive iron club with the same ease as he did with the axe. No one had to tell him to stay clear and keep out of the way.

A shrill cry pulled his attention away to the sky, and he saw a raven black as night with a monstrous size! Out of nowhere it had entered the fight, and he could see something or someone in its claws. Then, to his horror–the giant bird dropped whatever it had been carrying right above the rabbit! That spinning form, two glints of metal in the light… It hit the rabbit and it immediately began thrashing, fiercely shaking the little tick that had handed on its head. Just then, something brushed by his legs. Glancing down, the lycanthorpe caught sight of a semi-transparent form slipping in and out of the gaps. A spectral ferret charged head-on at the rabbit, leaping to bite at its ankle. The rabbit's shaking threw it off, but it twisted back onto its feet and went after it again. Despite how small it was, the little creature's tenacity and determination to take on much larger prey was unrivaled. That dogged stubbornness brought a smile to his face. It was just like-

"…That little polecat. I'd expect nothing less from you." He now realized who had dropped themselves from that great height onto the rabbit's head. "I can see why that spirit animal following after you took that form. You two are a quite a pair." That spirit of hers was certainly like the nickname he'd come to give her. Once she set something in her sights, she held on and never let go. Loading up his crossbow again, he shot a bolt at the rabbit's exposed body before switching back to his axe again. 

"Die. You. Stupid. Rabbit!" Yanking out a blade, she began repeatedly stabbing the lacriamium and obsidian sword as many times as time allowed her. The shaking wasn't as severe than when she was on its back. Still, she was barely hanging on. An audible crack reached her ears as something broke. It was the Tenebris amulet again, and with it came a flood of fresh fury. Everything became a blur as the combined effects of the aventurine pendant and the amulet took hold, and she hardly felt the impact when she was flung from the rabbit's forehead at last. The rabbit was moving as it had been before again, now with that pest off its head. The enchanted brooch that came as a gift from the Goddess of Life and Love did its magic, and she was healed back to full. Still running on a bloodlust-fueled euphoric high, she got up and charged in blindly at the rabbit, and slashed madly at its exposed flank.

Had she been less addled, she would've hesitated when she saw the great terror lizard chomping away at the rabbit. But with her state of mind, her thoughts were swimming in a haze. The only thing she noticed was the massive, hard to miss magical beast unleashing wrath upon the world. The world was spinning, and her slashes were less restrained. Thankfully she had the healing shiv in one of her hands so if she inflicted collateral damage, the poor victims had a chance at getting themselves healed out of it. Everything was moving so slowly, it was irritating. She was sure this thing had been beaten more than halfway to death's doorstep by now. Why wasn't it keeling over yet?! Jabbing her blades at a foot, she thought of a dry joke about luck and rabbits' feet. Even with all four, that wasn't going to be enough to save it from the inevitable. 

A spinning whirlwind of slicing flared out around her as she tore away at the magic beast's body. If it wasn't kicking the bucket now, that just meant she had to hit harder! The spectral ferret that had been tailing her from Antikythera attacked alongside its owner with a renewed frenzy. Biting and leaping, then coming back to claw and bite again, their movements and actions mirrored each other. With its wild war dance, the little mustelid was bent on taking a piece of the big bunny with it.

Desperation began to lace the movements of each attacker.  Kiba could feel himself becoming more tired by the passing moment the longer he threw himself over and over again at the magical creature.  Why were they needed to fight the beast anyway?  He had been content to roam randomly about the new world he had fallen into.  The diowolf had kept from most residents' sight in order to not create trouble or stir attention.  Only on occasion did he allow himself to fall into the villages for supplies and mingling.  It would have been easy for him to remain in his wolven form without interacting, but he had decided to have the once in a while contact.  When the rumors had started he had allowed himself the curiosity to check things out.  Kiba had not wanted to get involved and yet here he was using his teeth and claws to fight the rabbit that was creating chaos outside allowable bounds.  

He watched as more powerful being joined in to help bring order back to Revaliir.  Magic could not be allowed to go array as it was.  There were too many citizens that relied upon it.  At this point he was unsure that he would be able to transform back to his two legger form if the magic was not put back the way it should.  Kiba flicked his ears as he brought his attention back to the fight in front of him.  While the goddess put her attention to fighting the lapin, Kiba swiped his paw out to take out a few of the summoned companions of the hare all at once.  They were not difficult to fight off, but it was their sheer numbers that was going to be the end of them.  The battle needed to be ended soon if they were going to survive.  

Teeth lashed out and clamped around the head of one of his targets.  Magic pooled like sludge from his maw that felt as if raw power was surging through him.  Instantly he felt overwhelmed and shook his head in an effort to get rid of the remaining sludge from his mouth.  "Claws.  Stick to the claws," he said aloud to remind himself.