Fights off a small horde of Grimm

It still kept us busy long enough for the rising tide of Grimm to fall on us. Trees around us fell, sinking into the growing pool of black fluid even as creatures began to rise. Ursa, Beowolves, Nevermore, and other beasts shook themselves free of the stuff as if it were the opening of a pit rather than laying atop the ground. Dozens at first, but then more, until a horde larger than the one that had assailed the White Fang stood around me, obvious to my senses even as my vision was obstructed.

“—Annoying,” I snarled, Vulturnus and Levant taking shape as well, even as Suryasta’s flames grew. Whatever property of the creeping liquid allowed it to both catch and withstand the Goliath’s flames, it didn’t seem to extend to the spawning Grimm, since they burnt nicely.

On the other hand, that wasn’t enough to keep them from attacking. That they had to charge through a wall of flames to reach me simply meant they reached me while on fire—a state of being that didn’t seem to bother them as much as I might have hoped. Vulturnus kept the horde at bay whilst I was preoccupied, crocked forks of light leaping between opponents to the sound of sizzling flesh and cracking bone. For a moment I stood within a jagged, fluctuating circuit of light that tore through all in its path, leaving me free to deal with the increasing tide of limbs sprouting from my own body.

Then, at last, I felt water bead upon my skin as Levant and the hidden Xihai gathered moisture from the surroundings. As the first drop of water touched my skin, the flow hastened until a shimmering puddle formed on my chest, protrusions rising into the shape of fingers and then hands. As Xihai found more and more water to place under her control, it slipped over me, clawing hard at my skin in a mirror to my own actions. I felt the slime peel away, forcibly pulled off by liquid razor edges. Soon, I knelt in my own personal sphere of cleansing water, heated by Suryasta until it boiled and frothed.