In the night, we feel so alive

Ellara's mocha-colored ears perked at the sound of Eltrys' urgent cry, commanding her immediate attention. "Slavers!" The word sent a shiver down her spine, adrenaline surging through her veins. Her eyes, wide with alarm, locked onto the dark shapes emerging from the boat, their intentions clear in the menacing way they moved.

The first slaver lunged at her, teeth bared and eyes wild. Ellara moved with practiced grace, her battle training evident in the fluidity of her movements. She sidestepped the attack, leaving a trail of glowing water, feeling the rush of air as the slaver's jaws snapped shut where she had been moments before. With a swift motion, she struck with the blades of her bracers, slicing through the slaver's vitals along his neck. Blood mixed with the blue glow of the bacteria, creating an eerie scene of red and blue.

Eltrys' arrival was a blur of dark fur. She saw him clash with another slaver, their bodies a chaotic tangle of fur and snarls. Feyr, the swallow-tailed kite, circled overhead, his presence a constant, sharp reminder of the danger they faced.

"Halia, Eos, attack!" Ellara called out, her voice clear and commanding. At her command, the owls swooped down from the sky, their sharp talons ready to strike. She turned her attention to the third slaver coming off the ship toward her. The slaver's eyes glinted with malice, but Ellara stood her ground, her muscles coiled like springs.

As the third slaver lunged, Ellara met him head-on, her bracers clashing against his claws. She pushed him back with a powerful shove, using her momentum to gain the upper hand. The slaver staggered, and Ellara seized the opportunity, delivering another swift and decisive strike with her bracers.

"Ellara"

[ 2/3 Fought a large opponent (Slavers) ]