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Bahamut sighed. He was not a fan of these annoying show fights. And he chose defenses so his attacks were practically worthless. Whatever. They were clearly operating under the impression that all he'd do is stall for time. Which was all he seemed to be good for around here, anyway. And...

Oh, so the plan was for the little one to get faster. Made sense, he supposed. Wasn't really much he could do about it other than getting rid of the current barriers. Which he did with two more basic attacks. The other, he supposed, would just end up fading from neglect.

Bahamut looked the smaller one over. Barriers? Not quite like Owen's. Esper confirmed it. "Looks like she's got the shields up. Batten down the hatches and all that jazz." He pointed his head at Turf... and shot a glob of paint at her. Bahamut doubted that would even get rid of one of the...

They had trained, huh? Fascinating. Bahamut was different, too. Because of the stupid cat body. And Esper. "Don't worry, Baha Blast, I got you." Esper stuck his hands up and tiny, sludgy pom-poms appeared in them. "Ra-ra-ree! Kick 'em in the knee! Ra-ra-rutt! Kick 'em in the butt!" That...

“Yo, what up, water-butts?” Esper said, waving at them while he lay on Bahamut’s head. Right. The kids. Had to keep them entertained. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

"Why must I show up to this infernal place again?" Bahamut stomped through the entrance with his arms drooping on either side of him. "You got a summons." Esper waved the piece of parchment in front of Bahamut's eyes. He grabbed it (and Esper) in his right hand. "Urk... c'mon, you don't want to...

Blacklight Boost: +2 speed, +1 defense, +1 resistance, +1 evasion.

Esper floated back to Bahamut and leaned against his armored forehead. "Boy, tough break. Kitty Pryde mentions powerful psychics and pretends like you don't exist." He pet Bahamut's armor. "There, there. It's okay. You have no self-esteem anyway." Bahamut wanted to sock Esper, but refrained. "I...

"I always knew carrots were evil!" Esper shouted, sitting up and bracing his hands on the sides of Skara's back. "Just look how orange they are. Never trust a fruit that's orange... 's what I always say." Bahamut facepalmed. "Carrots are vegetables." "That's just what the carrots want you to...

Well, that explained the Dark Matter grudge. Except now their leader wasn't available to weigh in on this development. Pity. "In my world, commoners tell stories of necromancers that can raise the spirits of the dead to do their bidding." Bahamut's eyes turned a deep purple. "And not as...

Bahamut had a bad feeling about this.

Logging a 4.9k word chapter that was posted, 2k words written for said chapter, and beta reading HoC's chapter 99.

"Please. It's the opposite, Owen." Bahamut booped the charmeleon's nose with his other hand. "I think that puppy may have engaged in some sort of foul play that caused our boss to go silent on us." He sat Owen back down. "You did see who showed up behind the puppy just then, right? Between that...

Bahamut tilted his head. "Tree of Life? Never heard of it." He doubted that dumb puppy could hear him anyway. "But the way the puppy's addressed us... sounds like he can sense Diyem in our auras." A pensive yellow took over his eyes and core. Bahamut picked Owen up with one of his prismatic...

"Another of those blasted capture devices." Bahamut's eyes shifted blue to match the color of the newcomer. "That answers that." He looked toward the source of Rayquaza's pause: Saltriv. "Something changed about your aura for a moment there. Whatever you did... hold onto it. I bet it'll come in...

"No, don't!" Bahamut's eyes and core shifted to red. "Attacking in any way shape or form will only validate his delusions." There was also the chance of it reacting to Rayquaza's radiant energy and causing even more problems.

"Do you not hear the distortion in his voice? He's beyond the pale of reason." Still airborne, Bahamut took steps back. "I don't see any other recourse but to retreat at this point. We're not going to do anything to slow him down."

Esper squinted. "Heey, this world's got its own Ray-Ray." He tapped Bahamut's armored head. "Small multiverse, huh?" "He's not black," Bahamut muttered.

"A giant Hyper Beam... from the ground?" One advantage to this more solid cat form was the return of his levitation. Bahamut was, indeed, just standing on air and looking out at the glass. "Wonder if Fence-Gut knows any big god-types with Hyper Beam?" Esper said, resting on Bahamut's back...

Bahamut scowled. "... no. You can thank our dear leader for that one."