A few moments earlier, at the Freya familia's battleground, dragon rider team 3 of the Ganesha familia was on its way back, from drawing a second dragon to the battle.
"Hey, what's that? Something's moving down there?"
"I don't know but I can't look right now, I'm busy flying my dragon."
The team did a half barrel, and were now gliding upside down.
"Hoollyyy Shhhiiitt."
From the new vantage point they had a perfect view of what was going on in the winding city streets below. Hordes of cultists were closing in on the Freya familia from behind.
"HEDIN! YOU'RE BEING SURROUNDED!"
Hearing the warning he'd been given, although just barely, hedin managed to dodge just in the nick of time.
"Shit, Einherjar! Turn and face the enemy. Allen, move around, keep us from being flanked."
"And uh, what should I do with immense power within, Hedin?"
"Shut up, and cut them down, or have you forgotten how to do that?"
"Heh, does thoughest seeketh the deep crimson?"
Ottar remained to fight the dragon head on. His only support, a Hedin torn between both sides.
"Hedin, tell them to bring the other one low."
"Ottar you're crazy!"
"Just do it."
The team in the air were completely flabbergasted…
"Are you serious? There's already so much going on."
"Don't question it, they definitely have a plan."
Hedin began thinking of every single possible plan this might be, then it hit him. "Einherjar, on my signal leap back." He started chanting, a certain spell.
Team 3 flew down as fast as possible, their mage constantly keeping the dragon behind them from using its breath attack. The signaler threw out a recovery potion, and the dragon they were riding on devoured it glass and all… This was how they were able to continue remaining airborne for so long.
"Just a little longer buddy, hold out for a while longer, and I promise I'll get you some good steaks later."
Revitalized the dragon rider team pressed forward, and…
"LAURUS HILDR!" Hedin's spell fired away, seeking out its target, Ottar.
"RARGH! Up you go!"
Ottar dug his fingers deep into its skin, and heaved the eight eyed dragon, up and over his head. His breath steamed, as a fierce expression invaded his face… The warrior has gone ballistic!
The dragon the team 3 had brought by, decided to slow down and burn all of the easy targets before it, burning up hundreds of cultists in a matter of moments. The air felt like the inside of a blast furnace, if it wasn't a magically enhanced item, it pretty much turned to ashes leaving many exposed to the elements… However, level 2's sufficient distance from the flames were relatively fine.
"Right about now, is a good time to be thankful for the heat resistance training."
"As much as I hate you, I must agree."
"Sucks everything I had on me is now nothing but cinders."
"Really? Not like any of us are lusting after your body. Nothing like Lady Freya's."
"Shut up, like she'd ever love you and that worm down there."
In the dragon's excitement, it didn't notice until it was too late. But one of its siblings was swung down, and slammed with incredible force. Nearby buildings, hopelessly exposed to the flames, and now effectively a localized earthquake, collapsed, unable to handle the sheer stresses any longer.
Ottar wasn't done yet though, once more he heaved the dragon up, and slammed it down behind himself, creating a crater in the ground. Then once more, and again, and again… He sped up, slowly dealing massive damage to both monsters at a heavy toll to his own stamina. Eventually, the eight eyed dragon was dead…
He still wasn't done. Time was running out, he had to keep pushing… His body bulged under the intensity of this boost… So, this is what Bokhoir meant? This is what Shurry meant? I live for my goddess. I fight to stay beside her.
He leapt into the air, coming down with a hammer fist…
The dragon having slightly recovered from the brutal beating it received from his sibling. Made motions like he was going to move.
"NOT ON MY WATCH! Varian Hildr!"
A powerful bolt of lightning shot out taking the dragon's left, and right front legs with it… Helpless, Ottar's blow hit the mark. However, it was too late, his skill ran out of juice, and his blood vessels began to burst.
"It seems you're in need of assistance, oh mighty warrior! I shall cleave forward, and feed my enemy's blood to this trust sword."
Hedin watched as their resident chunibyo began to unleash a hellish string of attacks. Also as Ottar, weakened beyond compare, shifted focus, and charged the remaining nearby cultists, he charged like a raging boar.
Allen, furious that he was missing out on all the fun, tagged out with Ottar, chanting as he did so. "Gralineze Fromel!"
The weakened dragon rammed by a speeding spear, roared in agony as the spear plunged deeper, and deeper.
The Guliver brothers, also not wanting to miss out, joined in for the tussle. Each delivering, and deflecting blows in perfect sync, alongside Allen, and Hogni.
The dragon, realizing its predicament, took a moment, and spun around spreading its wings with great speed, attempting a take off, while almost creating a tornado in the area to protect itself.
"It's like you forgot what I said! Caelus Hildr!" He chanted, summoning far more than a simple version of his spell.
The dragon was surrounded by magical bolts of lightning, each primed and ready to pierce their foe, they crackled with the desire for blood.
"Become a skewered mess."
Hedin said, his spell firing off, pelting the dragon rapidly with thousands of bolts, sending it careening back to the ground. Where they all timed it just right, creating a pile of dust right there.
Stumbling, Hedin pulled out a magic potion… "Alright, time to finish off the cultists. Freya familia, fight through the hordes of these scumbags, let us return home victorious, to our beloved goddess, Lady Freya!"
Ottar, started feeling invigorated as one of the Andhrimnir did her level best to heal him, knowing full well he was their point man.
With a powerful, wild charge, the Freya familia charged through the streets back towards the southern section… Buildings? It didn't matter, Ottar barreled right through them all. He was charging in like a wrecking ball…
It wasn't long after they began to move that the sounds of magical explosions halted Hedin, and Hogni's movements.
"The Dis sisters? Why didn't they come after us? I expected they would, but they didn't."
"Hey, Hedin. My dragon needs to rest."
"Good, return to your familia! Th- Thanks for your help."
"What could have drawn those evil sisters away from us?"
"I don't know, but it seems like I mis-calculated, we should have split our forces a bit differently."
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