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His blood mixed with my own. I saw red. My scales all stood on end as my mana lashed out. Pure rage overrode all reason. She wounded my bonded.
She was going to pay for it.
Warning. User is forcing fusion with the spatial element. High probability of physical damage.
I ignored the notification. Space warped, and cracked around me as I roared. My muscles coiling as I prepared to rush straight into the fray again.
"WYATT!" Savannah's voice barely registered in my blind rage.
The missing muscles of my wing coiled like snakes as they grew back in. Attaching, and going taught as I demanded it of them. The new muscles screaming in pain as I forced them to work within seconds of them growing in.
"WYATT!" I felt someone slapping my neck.
It was only then that it registered that my bonded were still with me. Some part of my mind knew they were in danger. I teleported them away. Somewhere that was safer then here. I was already drawing on the dragon cores.
My wings flared as the left started supporting my weight again. I accelerated in flight. Blood trailed behind me as I bled from where my arm was supposed to be. That was annoying. The wound started sealing over.
I felt slightly light headed, but I completely ignored it. I was too angry to care about my vision spinning as space cracked around me. I lashed my tail violently. Speeding my way back toward the wyverns. Angling upward as I prepared to collide with the closest male.
My mana lashing out as I continued to fuse with the spatial element. Space cracked around me. Almost as if this plan of existence was made of glass. I slammed into him with much more force then necessary. Spinning us both around mid air.
My teeth dug into his flesh. Space cracking again as I bit down. The shift of space tore up the male I'd bitten into. He dropped away from me in pieces. If the males thought I was scary before.
My rage refusing to subside in the slightest. He still wasn't enough. Bloodlust poured from me in waves. The males had to be forced to attack me. None of them came after me willingly.
That reluctance to fight drove me nuts. It made me want to kill them even more. They weren't taking me seriously at all. I intended to kill them when they came face to face with me. I wanted them to take it as seriously as I did.
They weren't going to be able to run away so they might as well come after me seriously. The alpha female seemed to be thinking along the same lines as I was as she commanded all the wyverns to kill me in draconic. I wasn't really listening to the exact command she'd giving. I was here to kill. They'd hurt those that were mine.
They were going to pay for it no matter how much it cost me to get it out of them. A beam of spatially charged mana left my mouth in a disturbingly straight line as it warped everything around it. Warping dozens of males, and a single female to death in an instant. Fear drove the remaining males to fall back to the alpha female. My spinning vision made it difficult for me to focus, and aim.
My wings were also having trouble beating in rhythm together. I was getting lower with each wing beat. These problems were slowly drawing me out of my rage. The pain of all my wounds was catching up to me basically all at once. I needed to get out of here.
I could tell I was probably going to pass out when I fully came out of this rage, and I was coming out of it fast. I needed to leave, but I couldn't allow them to follow me. I needed to find a way to temporarily disable the alpha female. My roar caused space to crack around me. Distorting the world around me so much that I looked more like the center of a black hole then a living being.
I could taste the fear of all the wyverns around me in the air as I stared out of the abyss. My white teeth shone like a lightbulb in the darkened broken space. I laughed at their fear before drawing in a breath. Releasing a single beam of black light that headed straight for the alpha female. She dodged to the right as the space near the beam distorted.
Her wing was shredded an in instant. Half of her tail sliced off with most of her wing. This spatial breathing ability was more destructive then any of my other breathing abilities. Which would be great if it wasn't draining large amounts of my mana. I'd run out a long time ago, and many of the cores I'd taken in were gone.
I wasted so much mana when I got pissed off. I really needed to learn how to control my temper. I still had a core in a half left to draw from. I couldn't focus on a single location as I tried to open a portal to flee before I lost consciousness. Choosing to waste the mana on opening multiple portals instead of forcing myself to focus on a single location.
I wasn't able to keep my eyes open anymore. I fell. Black oblivion taking me away again.
*****
I forced myself to my feet when I felt Wyatt suddenly appear closer. He wasn't close enough to see from the front line, but I didn't care. I needed to get to him. Savannah could tell he was in bad shape as well.
"Don't get up," the medic tried to shove me down.
That pissed me off. My eyes glowed brightly as I got ready to thrash him for getting in my way. The pain that shot through my mangled leg made my eyes water, and my vision swam.
"You've lost a lot of blood you can't go anywhere," the medic pushed me again.