There were three of those that had once been dryads, many of their spirits being banished to this place for protecting nature, however ironic that might seem when considering that the gods always advocated for doing that very thing, all of them female, ironically all dryads being female, all of them looking exactly the same as well, dryads reproducing through seeds planted in the earth originally, all of them having leaves of varying sizes in their hair that was always long and dark brown, wearing normal clothes in comparison to their other appearance, tunics and other kinds with brownish things made of linen as one would have worn in middle ages as the pupil of a knight.
They all wielded long staves fashioned with a few greenish leaves around the top, once having been a dead but huge twig, capable of channelling their power, just as Leyk's own wand could be used to lead his power through it, the contract as well as the spells.
Seeing as they had not charged into the fray directly, the same as Leyk, they were also not that stupid in comparison to most people here, yet it was foolish to immediately begin a battle with someone you had not previously analysed in any way, stomping the three wands into the sandy ground and calling for the nature to take care of him.
Within a short spur of wisdom they had positioned themselves about ninety feet away from Leyk, knowing they were better at far range, but they still stood closely together, with Leyk simply readying 'himself' to get rid of whatever they were summoning.
A fracture of a second alter a multitude, hundreds, of vines, green and lush, shot out of the thick sand and rushed towards Leyk at a speed greater than a dozen charging bulls, formed to restrain him for another attack that would most likely follow shortly after, the three dryads that seemed to already be confident of winning because they had teamed up despite it technically not being allowed, grinning wildly, as if their personalities were also exactly the same.
For a mere instance Leyk perceived the world slower, thought about his next move, and jumper forwards, using his own speed in relativity to the extending velocity of the vines still tied together like the hand of mother nature herself to get to them, using the dryad's own spell as a kind of living bridge.
Leyk enhanced his own speed using the expulsion method he had already taught Avere during the first month, him still unable to effectively use it during a battle, different from him who had practiced quite a lot using it, his mind having started to get used to the speed he was moving at.
Indeed, despite the speed of the vines pushing him back he arrived ninety feet ahead within a single fraction of a second, a tenth, if at all, using his left foot to bash into one of the dryad's heads, knowing full well they were known for medicinal magic and would most likely survive somethign of this.
Well, it wasn't like they would come out undamaged after the healing, Leyk thought to himself as he looked around, the two still standing dryads, those that had stood to the side and should have probably thinned out further than a few feet, having taken defensive postures with the tips of their staves glowing weirdly.
They were trying to heal their friend prematurely, not taking the threat seriously and running already, something that might have made it slightly more difficult for Leyk to catch them who, feeling flashy, called forth the blade that could not kill he had caller Imor, shortening immortal, though he was still of the opinion an immortal blade seemed more like a blade to kill immortals, turning it rather long within half a second, the accursed time it took for it, and twirled around 'herself' on one leg, the left one, decapitating both of the dryads, their bodies standing for a short time before falling to the ground, surrounding warriors, both female and male, that might have longed to fight against him taking a few steps back after realizing 'she' was the one that wielded the immortal blade they had been made aware of.
He took a few steps forward, transformed the blade into a dagger, bent his knees, stabbed the last dryad who was now awake and looking at him with great terror into the head, her eyes rolling back, no sound escaping her lips aside a short gasp which more so resembled surprise than pain, the great spider golem instantly catching the body of the three, being positioned far above the entire field and constantly catching new bodies every few seconds, a speed that was destined to calm down very soon.
After being attacked he felt a bit agitated, he looked around, seeing a knight in silver armour, lifting his right hand that no longer wielded his blade but now his black wand that Crisis had specially modified slightly he used it just as a composer would direct a piece of music, pushing it slightly forward, causing a force akin to a driving train to crash into the man that had stood towards him with his back, carelessly exposing his greatest weakness.
He flew hundreds of feet away in a high arch, people over the battlefield looking at the rather flashy attack, a few of the formless now looking at him, most still obsessed with those they had personally invested in, people that were a threat to most on this battlefield, aside from Leyk.
As the man in silver armour landed he had a smile on his face, turning around to face the other ones he had seen, a group consisting of an archer, a mage, a healer and one other he was not able to infer the identity of right away, the archer having a bow ,the mage a staff made of blackened wood with a yellow lamp affixed at the top, an interesting design he'd have to remember for later, the healer dressed in white garments with the same staff, perhaps it was being produced by someone who mass-produced, or perhaps it was some kind of team equipment.
They ran after seeing him, already being a good three hundred feet away, a distance he would be able to cross within less than a moment using his favourite active, the one he had already collected enhancement stones for, be it that he had not yet used them.
He warped in the middle of the running team.