A Buffet of Bolts of Transcendence

"I'm fine now." The Boar King said as his legs finished healing from the injury. He landed on the ground and turned around to stare at the three figures that had barged into Compartment 10-A.

"Rejoin with my other body, Yarsha." He spoke upon judging the amount of Prana left in him, "I have less than three thousand Prana. That's not enough against these beings. Your current state makes you vulnerable to their abilities. They're not good-natured enough to avoid targeting your weakness from the get-go and holding you hostage against me."

"With me around, they cannot attack you directly…" Yarsha Zahara stopped speaking upon staring at Raaha, an expert in area-of-effect attacks. It took her a second before the Boar King's words clicked in, staring at him apologetically, "When did you…"