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He's not stopping. Even the slightest movement is torched as Eferin lets him toss flames any which way he likes. He turns to her, angered that she's not letting him burn everything.

"Let's just get rid of it all! Then they'll have no where to grow from!"

"No, that's not what needs to happen. If we set the whole forest ablaze, then we'll end up with a new set of problems. Balance."

She forces more wind out, wrapping up the vines in fire and air...when a bellow echoes through the forest, and the trees seem to come alive with fury.

Vinedra's body is here...and it is pissed!

"Blast it woman, we don't have time for-" But he's cut off when the spirit that controls Vinedra shows up. He backs up a few feet, preparing himself to move.

"Great," he exclaims. His hand goes up and aims, letting a flurry of fire shoot from it just like he would fire his ki blasts, aiming for ones that seem to be hostile towards the two of them.

She helps his flames, wind surging around them, stoking the fire and punishing any vines that get too close. The trees rumble and roar, and an old birch flies right at them.

"Look out!"

It's a reflex, they can dodge it...but it's a freaking flying tree!

Barely dodging, the tree flies at them with incredible speed as it crashes into another tree, splintering and sending wood every which way. He floats up a little farther, taking a quick glance down at the wooden carnage below. But that's a mistake on his part, as another tree close to him is uprooted and tossed in his direction, swatting him from the air and sending him down into the dirt.

That sort of hurt, and he doesn't appreciate that one bit. Trying to pick himself up, he's left in a vulnerable position, unaware of what Vinedra is doing as his head spins from the hit.

The vines loom over his head, ready to spear his sensitive wings in a fit of vine-y rage...but Saori isn't going to let that happen. She blasts the area around him with wind, a concussive burst that shreds the plants and then grabs him up, yanking him skyward again.

"They're trying to kill us. Which means we need to end this as fast as we can."

He wrenches himself free from her grasp after they're clear of the vines. He doesn't want to be held like a helpless child.

"Alright. Go for the roots, right?" Even now, he's searching down into the writhing mass of vines and plantlife, poised and ready to kill them. "No more games, is it. Fine by me."

He points to a particular place near what appears to be the origin of the vines. "Is that it?"

She looks where he's pointing and nods.

"Yes, I think so. Let's end this pest together, dearest."

Her hands go over her head, calling up the power of wind, a gigantic swirling orb of conjured air. It grows and grows...waiting for him.

He's already on it. His hands are already out in front of him, gathering as much fire as the spirit would allow him, swirling in front of him. He's glad he still remembers how to use this magic, they might of been done for without it. He hates knowing that he needs this still.

But it doesn't matter for the moment, letting it form until he feels it's a necessary amount of force, letting the ball fly, incinerating vines shooting up at them to try to keep the duo from finishing it off. It hits the marked spot in an explosion of flame, fire shooting everywhere but being formed around the wind from Saori...

"Now!" Saori shouts, hurling the ball of wind, a veritable wreckingball of gale force power, feeding it more energy as she lets it go. She means for this to be a strike that destroys the vines in one blow, and one that doesn't take fifteen episodes to charge up.

~~What's wrong with fifteen episodes~~

The magic hurtles towards the ground, and in one swift strike of wind and fire, it catches the very heart of the elemental monster on fire. Shards of flame, guided by wind, catch the tendrils further up the beast, giving it more problems than it can handle, writhing with pain as the flame burns every part it touches.

The sight of it all causes him to laugh maliciously, a deep seated bitterness seemed to be satiated for the moment as he watches it burn.

Good. He never liked vines that much anyway...

The fireball takes the monster like kindling, setting it on fire, sure. And it's enough to cause a shriek of rage and pain from Vinedra. It's definitely working, the spiritual essence of the aberration beginning to dissipate.

"From Hell's heart, I stab at thee," Saori chuckles darkly, hands on her hips. "Die, beast."

He sends a few more quickly formed fireballs down for good measure, just to make sure it dies.

"Finally, enough of that nosy piece of vegetation...I was getting sick of all those pranks. What's its deal, trying to kill us like that..."

"You were getting sick of it? Dearest, they put me in your bed!"

More windballs fly down and scatter ashes and dust into the forest. No sense in giving it a place to reform.

"Stars, I'm glad that's over. I guess we scared it into being aggressive by figuring out how to kill it."

He almost reminds her that they've had sex before, but bites his tongue. He'll get hit for that or glared at or something and he'll completely deserve it. And he sort of doesn't want to think about that.

"Good riddance. Let's just go, I'm not even properly dressed as it is." He's still in a pair of sweatpants and the shirt he threw on. Not even shoes or socks. And it's chilly out here!

"Yes, let's...go."

She hasn't even bothered to shift her clothes, but she does still have on her winter sleeping socks. The most important kind of socks.

"Stupid vines. I doubt I'll ever be able to think of ivy without grimacing again..."

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