Clash of Giants

Quite a few topics and subjects were being brought up that very well caught the attention of Sitria. Words that seemed to be very interesting, interesting enough that she wanted to hear plenty more of it. After stating that she wanted to head somewhere and further discuss this, the drakanite grabbed her daughter's hand before moving east from The Golden Voluminous Headquarters in search of seclusion and a bit of privacy.

It was a very large open patch of green lushious grassland, standing with a patch of red flora consisting of roses, daises and many others, the blades of grass eventually were crushed under her feet. Scanning the area about until Sitria was almost certain that no one was around, once done so the older drake spoke to Bevolt in a very curious manner.

"So, whut' about savin' these peoples from Loranthis? Selene Kien er' whateva'? The burrly and brolic woman crossed both of her arms across her chest all the while continuing to look around as if trying to be alert or on the lookout for something or someone.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
The pureblood followed her mother in silence, looking around in similar manner to Sitira before stopping one the older drakantie made a stop as well, soon she tilted her head in confused manner as she listend to her parent before finally responding with calm tone.

"Selene Kien of Nostvale wants to host a meeting between dad and her to dicuss a plan of evacuating people from Loranthis due to growing threat as well as attempt to kill the Imperfect due to him apparentl y being close to reaching his perfection or something...She was rude and commanded to pass on the message before deciding to leave." the girl explained before looking away and exhaling loudly.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)
The drakanite wasn't sure about Selene Kien's position among the Nostvale ranking but if a meeting is to be had between this Selene and Arcelious, Sitria might want to take part in such as well. There wasn't much for Sitria to reply back to, all but agree with Nostvale's actions or whomever may be calling the shots.

"Ah' suppose. If dat' is gon' happen then ah wanna be there for it. Ah dun' wanna trust Nostvale knowing that they're jus' as corrupt as errybody else. .but if it means killing the Imperfect n' savin' sum civilians. .I suppose. .but uhh. .Ah got a serious question t' ask ya' dear. .your father dun kno' this yet. .Ah kno' I'm old. ."

Yet for this moment the drakanite chose to pause, there were actually quite a few things to discuss with her daughter. "Ah dunno where t' start. Mummy found this' guild called Yokai's Bane. Theys' fightin' to keel yokers n' Ah see mahself doin' that a lot. .Ah'm scared o' leavin' you n' your father behind one of these days. .but I wan' you t' hav' another sissy er a brotha'.  Jus' so you're not lonely y'know? Ah jus'. .ah worry n' lov' ya. .ya' were more than jus' a student. .always were. . Tree trunk arms would eventually find themselves wrapping around Bevolt as she now sighed. Everything in Valmalsia was going to hell and Sitria wanted it all to come to an end. However, if she wanted a bright future for her family she would need to fight, claw, and murder her way through it.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt listened to her mother in silence before blushing and blinking as she was pulled into the hug, not fully understanding at first before suddenly coming with realization as the meaning of her mothers words hit her like a rock on the back of the head, suddenly and in painful manner.

Her arms warped around Sitira before looking up at her and deciding to ask the speicfic question with clearly nervous tone.  "Uh...so you want to leave for this...Bane? If so...could I join you mom? I want to help also....did you say that you are expecting?" the girl asked in most innocent way possible, trying to avoid sounding too rude.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)
After the drakanite wrapped the Tree Trunks for arms around her daughter, a question was asked of her. Quite a few actually. Would she leave The Golden Voluminous behind for Bane? A disgruntled expression overcame her demeanor as she now moved to speak. Somewhat pacing back and forth, all the while focusing on speaking and maintaining a clear tone of Valmalsian. Ugh, she never was one for socialization.

"No, I love you, Arcelious, and erryone else far too much for that. I can't leave them behind, if I did that its abondoning Arcelious and everything we've had togetha. So leading up to that I wanted ta' have another kid with Arcelious so that you may have an older brother or sister. .or sisters and brothers. .or. .you get the point. .I want to ally with this Bane because they. .they uhh. .you remember that old man whom of which occured to give me that bag and say farewell?"

A moment of pause came from the female as she began to think back to such an emotional event. However there was no need to mourn over it knowing that he is alive and well. "He is with someone who is tied to Yokai's Bane and I'm going to use him to track my Elder and speak with him. .at least one more time why he left. .

A moment of silence came from the drakan now turning her head to the side thinking of what words to conjure next when seeing Elder Krosious once again.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt smiled and nuzzled herself against her mother before humming loudly and soon addressing her once more, curious of her next response as she wanted to know as much as it was possible, her young mind seeking to know as much as she possibly could, perhaps even too much.

 "Mom...you meant younger sibbling yes? I mean...you think I would be a good sister to them? Even...if I am still broken as I am from all that happened? Does it mean you and dad already d-did it and are expecting a baby?" the girl inquired, curious and somewhat hoping that she would have siblings, feeling alone and missing her twin and even the older siblings.

Memories connected to them often led her to depressing nights as they visited her in the dreams, each time bringing tears and pain the chest, deepening the void in her heart that she tried to seal with her adopted family, realizing how impossible it was, not until her own mind would have let go of the still present desire to avenge her brothers death.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)
"N-No, he dun even kno' about it. Immediately she replied back to Bevolt, at the moment it felt awkward for the parent, however the conversation then shifted to a more serious manner. This conversation she had planned was going to be for the betterment of her daughter. That she have a happy and safe future.

"Do you wanna be a Giant? Do you wanna be the one to stand tall and destroy those whom appose you and the ones you love? Be the barrier dividing them? You wanna avenge your brother? Stand up then. .right now me and you fighting each other nothing being held back?! Let's go, Bevolt! Be a damned Giant! Fight me! Show me that my training has not failed either of us!

Hopefully motivation was given to her daughter. Would she though? The power of a Giant? It was indeed within her, for the drakan could see it. The power, strength and mana growing and swelling within. It was there. Meanwhile, Sitria stood there insisting that she do so.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt looked at Sitira with her eyebrow rising as she listened to the older drakanite, humming loudly with her head tilting before deciding to giggle and nod as she simply replied towards her motherr with a clear enthusiasm.

 "I am up for it mom, lets do it, all out together and I would love to have a sibling!" she replied with her fists smacking one another.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)
Prior to the drakanite hearing that Bevolt was comfortable with having a sibling, this gave her something to have conversation about with Arcelious. There was a feeling deep inside that he would agree with her. However, the moment and time as of now was serious and Sitrianna needed to assure herself that her daughter was capable of performing Giant Form Technique. Only then would she view herself as a teacher.

One heaving arm was brought backward to grab "Dragon's Heart" which was strapped to her back. Some of the more weighted equipment was placed and equipped within her grasp and stature. Flames combusted from out of no where only to grow even more massive than herself as an incandescent aura whipped about and practically radiated off of her form.

Feet were planted firmly into the ground as copious amounts of mana was being directed all in one spot in preperation of becoming a Giant, yet Sitria wouldn't do such yet. .no. Not yet. "Rememba' what I taught ya'. .let it explode and flow through you at a control pace yet rapid. You've had plenty of practice. .we've come this far. .don't disappoint me Bevolt. .
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt groaned loudly and before rolling her shoulders, taking a moment to gather her thoughts, thinking about everytihng that Sitira told her before finally spreading her legs and taking a deep breath as she focused on gathering rocks and pebbles around her arm and face, allowing them to take shape of mask and tower shield before the girl would exhale and focus with her eyes closed.

Without hesitation she gripped her axe and began to gather her mana back int oher body, gathering it in one spot for a good while, slowly overflowing it to to point where she felt she was going to burst. It was when she roared loudly and stomped the ground, sending a shockwave around with her muscles and bones stretching and swelling as she allowed for her mana to slowly fill up and push her entire body into all directions, rapidly rising her to 50 feet without any imperfections or deformations done in her Giant Form Technique.

Once there she began to pant loudly, takign a moment to calm herself down before finally smirking and looking back at Sitira, nodding faintly as she got herself into her stance, preparing for their spar before responding.

"I told you before mom...I won't dissapoint you, even if it would mean going beyond any of my previous limits!" she replied with somewhat cocky tone before nodding as if to indicate her being prepared.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)
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Your body begins heating up painfully!
For a few moments she watched as her daughter took the time to gather her mana and as taught, in one spot and allowed heaping amounts to swell up in one spot. Upon her foot stomping the ground there was a shockwave that went in an outward direction. None of this faze Sitria in any way as she stood there staring at her daughter. Arms, muscles, bones, everything had stretched as it kept being pushed with mana. The more mana used and controlled the more she would arise.

At this day, Sitria was proud. Upon looking over her daughter's stature. .the only conclusion that Sitria could come to was that she did it. Bevolt managed to pull it off, however would this grant her the strength to best her in combat? Sitria didn't think so!  Upon hearing her daughter's words, a smirk formed over her visage as she now allowed herself to dash forth and greet Bevolt with a heavy smash. Taking the time out of her swings to speak intermittenly.

"Disappoint me you have not~!

With that being said, Sitria prepared an onslaught for Bevolt as full-strength and power would be used. Still she refrained from using the sharp side of her blade. No real harm was to be brought upon her daughter..however it was different with Krosious when she grew up. I'm sorry baby girl, it's for your own good. . Prior to being smashed aside and skid across the battlefield, Sitria manuvered about until there was an opening spotted that Sitria would proceed to lunge forward and heavily slash Bevolt causing quite a bit of blood to run deep out of that wound.

This would be ignored as Sitria continued to swing, smashing numerous times over and over. Once pummeling Bevolt to the ground, the female drake glanced down to her frame and noticed quite a bit of blood, scrapes, dents in her armor, maybe even a broken left arm, she wasn't certain but would continue to use it.

"You made that a little difficult on me. .now it is time I amp it up. .GROOAGH! Within a matter of seconds, the copious amount of mana conjured was sent flowing throughout her mana circuitry and then into her body causing her physical size and shape to grow up to thrity feet now matching up with the pureblood's height.

"Let's see how you bode well now. ."
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
The girl charged against her mother, swinging the dull side of her axes blade against the older drakanite, as asked not going easy against her adopted parent while attacking her with all of her might, being it doubled by her size and by one of her own being 30 feet giant. She was surprised by how stable her control remained all the time despite each swing and bash of her shield.

Smirking she repeatly striked her mother, appearing to be on the winning side befoe ending up realizing how mistaken she was, observing as SItira came back at her, bashing her repeaatly and forcing her to retreat, surpressing her own strength and quickly breaking through her defences before ending up forced to the ground with her head pushed against the soil.

Hissing and groaning loudly the  girl took a moment to slowly recover herself before looking towards her mother as she addressed her before forcing the girl to expand as well, forcing Bevolt to stare in shock as Sitira decided to face her with her own giant form. After a moment of hesitation the young pureblood got back to her feet, exhaling loudly before smirking underneath of her mask before responding towards Sitira.

 "Oh this is going to be interesting...lets go dear mother, let the ground tremble from out blows!" the teen exclaimed, tightening her grip around the handle ofher axe, inhaling deeply as she braced herself for serious test of her own, knowing the outcome and yet willing to go as far as to at least attempt to acheive as much in the clash as it was possible.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)

A comment given to her and the battle. The ground was without a doubt going to shake spite the fact there were two Giants on the battlefield clashing with each other in their best efforts to take one another down. With every leap in the direction of Bevolt, a heavy swing with her ginourmous weapon as the swings seemed nearly endless as a relentless onslaught was given to her daughter. Bashing at what defenses she had trying to rip through them with brute force.

Eventually, the drakan would be countered as Bevolt had made the actions of returning the same. Great effort was made in trying to roll out of harm's way yet Sitria would be hit anyways causing her to slow in regards of movement. After all there was only one leg to work with which brought her to a great disadvantage on the battlefield.

The sword was tossed the side as Sitria was going to use her bare hands to bring her daughter to the ground with great force. Grabbing hold of Bevolt's hand, Sitria was smashed a couple of times as Bevolt tried giving defensive incursions, but alas would be brought down to the ground with  prodigious amounts of force.

Taking a few steps backward, the Giantess looked over her frame and there were even more wounds than before.  More blood began to trickle down her form as more marks appeared. Bevolt has without a doubt shown great improvements! Once the gap between the both of them was created, she was in preperation for another round, but there was a twist.

"You better learn to dodge girl. .you won't like what comes next. . Something seemed far too different about Sitria, a calm and collected demeanor changed entirely to violent and dark. .huh.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
It was more than the teen expected at all from their clash, not only the ground trembled from their strikes but soon it began to crack and tear as each blow send another earthquaking shockwave around along with ear ringing echoes of metal and rock meeting one another with inhuman strength, sending loud vibrations all around with the purebloods arm clearly struggling to remain intact form the lone power of each individual impact.

Despite the vast difference in the power Bevolt used her mobility towards her own advantage, despite her size she was still bit more agile due to her body remaining mostly intact, if one was to ignore multiple bruishes and cuts caused by blows the older drakanite bestowed upon her student and daughter, resulting with both of them staining the plains with crimson.

yet if to face all odds for a brief moment the teen pureblood giantess appeared to be on the victorious side, repeatly pushing through her mentors defences, using the lack of their moiblity to her adavnatage at least until she observed as Sitira dropped her weapon only to grab and pull the young pureblood towards herself, swiftly forcing her to the ground despite multiple attempts from Bevolts side to stop her mentor from her strike.

With that, once more the student ended up on the ground, panting and spitting out blood just as her fist tightened around her own weapon, taking a short moment to recover herself as much as she possibly could before deciding to once more get back to her feet, in rather wobbly and clearly exhusted manner, allowing for her face mask to crumble, only to reveal a pained, mocking smirk towards her mentor in response to her taunt.

"Whatever it is...bring it on, mother...I will either avoid it or take it on!" the girl excliamed before lowering herself to her stance one last time, feeling how close she was to her own limit.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)
Your body begins heating up painfully!
Damian Kyros whispers something.
The spar raged on. One wouldn't want to call it a spar, to any onlookers it would appear to be a blood bath from how much of it was being drawn. All of which tainting the battlefield with a bright hue of red which would eventually be soaked up by the earth. The strength behind each individual attack was immense, she was shocked that both of her arms didn't pop out of place.

Continued strikes were given to Bevolt in return, in both offensive and defensive aspects. Bevolt has without a doubt grown much in combat, and sparring her has proved such. Sitrianna was glad to see that there was progress being made toward Giant Form Technique. She may even master this a lot sooner and at a more swift pace than Sitria ever could. She was on her own for the most part with little guidance from her Elder.

Such thoughts were shunned as of now. There was another Giant for the female to be concerned about. Back and forth they smashed each other, either it be with their own bare hands or with a weapon of sorts or the environment being used about them. The flames that surrouend Sitria would eventually begin to burn away at Bevolt's nature magic as they came out in bursting waves and immense heat that felt it could scorch just about any land.

However, more slices would be wrought upon Sitrianna's frame, as nearly all of her armor was shredded leaving nothing in remain as it was her bare skin and that alone that Bevolt managed to tear away at. Now it was time to end this and bring the fight to an end. Sitria threw both of her arms up in a overhead motion and brought them crashing down through Bevolt's defenses and grappling hold of her. A heavy giant punch went straight across her face as she was now picked up and slammed with at least a ton of pressure atop of the ground causing the grasslands to dent inwards and create a small crater in the ground.

Something defintely was heard going pop. Immediately after, Sitrianna knew for a fact that was the end of it. Bevolt wasn't seen moving much at all. Most likely drained from all of the mana  used. However Sitrianna has been nearly a life-long master and trainee, having much experience and control over her mana. Faltering to her knees, the female drake reverted back to normal form now approaching her daughter, somewhat limping forward. Not caring how much she was bloodied, not caring if it hurt to do anything she had to assure Bevolt was alright above all else.

"B-Bevolt, sweetie. .a-are you okay? All of the dirt and debirs would clear, and there was a perfect view of the young pureblood. She looked like a mess. Far worse than Sitria. Another one of those scenarios where she has to drag herself back to The Golden Voluminous except this time her daughter being dragged back as well. Inside, Sitria felt bad and the worrisome and apologetic expression could be seen as a tear formed in her eye now streaming down her cheek.

N-No. .what have I done. .
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
It wasn't a spar anymore, as it appeared it was all out fight between two users of giant form, the mentor and her student, both taking and sending endless blows that shook the very ground they stepped on, resulting with both staggering only to repeat the cycle, from time ot time breaking it either by dodging or blocking one anothers heavy blow though it was becoming visible that despite few minor advances from the purebloods side the teen was losing.

Exhusted by constantly forcing more mana outwards to maintain her form and to cast each invidual spell tolled heavily on the girls strength, which quckly began to dimish with each strike her mentor sent. Even with her best intents from earth and nature magic, Bevolt stood no chance against her mentors might, resulting with her eventually breaking through her defences in form of vines and barelly sprouting trees, which quickly became charred into dust by Sitiras raging flames.

Cursing under her nose as in act of desperation the girl forced as much of her mana into the barelly holding earth shield she beared, feeling her mentors grip tightening around her, the motion of being pulled with inhuman force only to be sent back towards the ground with punch from other fist. With blow itself being powerful enough to shatter the rocks protecting her arm into pieces, breaking the girls arm and evnetually forcing all of her air out of her lungs, along with bit of a blood.

With a clear pop the world around the pureblood began to swiftly darken as the shock and pain resulted with her consciouness swiftly fading and along with it, her control over the form, forcing her to swiftly revert back, left, broken and bloodied in the crater, though with faint and clearly pained smirk drawn on her young and swollen from bruishes and broken bones face.
(Bevolt Nagano-Draconis)