After Jack's fall, the team naturally came to his aid. The checked his softening and lightening breathing, his slowing pulse and dropping temperature. Death was prying at his door. They had no idea what to do, there was no woumd to heal and no major bleeding to stop. But they did know they had to leave, as creatures all over closed in. Scarlet had Alex and Black cover her as she wrapped Jack's around around her shoulder and dragged him along the mountain side and away from the clearing. The other boys trusted her to take him somewhere safe, hanging back a few feet to tackle imps by the load, and the odd other low-level creature that inhabited the area. The girl seemed to know the direction to head, but was instead so distraught by the most recent death-scare that she only ran in hopes of finding somewhere her friends might be safe. Again, uselessness consumed her and she was desperately wanting to cry for help. She simply ran and ran, letting her desire for safety guide her. And it did.

Somewhere along the journey, Black and Alex managed to warn off or lose the oncoming onslaught, just in time for them to come to a clearing in which left them speechless. The purest sunlight broke through the clouds and the tree line to beam down on the legions of white, yellow, red, pink, orange and green flowers. Nature of all sorts was put on display before them. Not only that, peaceful animals from rabbits and squirrels to deer and horses decorated the land. Adding the perfect fairy tale touch, one inch figures of light hopped and fluttered gratefully from flower to flower, but not completing it. If not for their dying friend and leader, the three would have been completely seduced by the scenery and would have stared for hours. Unfortunately, they didn't have that time. Scarlet lay Jack down and stepped further into paradise, clenching her fists. If it was any time to get her Power back, it was now. She shouted out for help, multiple times. The sun simply shined brighter on her. She got to her hands and knees, this time beginning for help, but nothing appeared to have come. But the second she gave up on life itself, the very moment she turned away to witness Jack's last breath, her other teammates' got her to turn back. There were no words for the scene, nevermind what approached. All they could do was stare, as a glorious white figure beckoned their admiration and amazement with it's majestic gallop toward them. As if sent from the sun's undefeated light, the noble being came within contact to the humans, but flinched to their reach, forbye Scarlet who was allowed to lay her hand on it's head. One simple touch allowed the being to reveal itself out of the rising sunlight: a heavenly white horse. With the traditional steep appearance came the addition of a beautiful spiralling horn out the top of it's forehead. It seemed to glow or shimmer in the light, emitting an energy that created positivity, light, hope and joy within the students.

The greatest legend raised it's head and brayed virtuously. On cue, two white angelic winged stallions raised the fallen venturous boy by his arms as his friends obediently stepped aside. The pegasus pair hovered above the earth as their commanding animal took a closer look at Jack. Hanging it's head, it turned it's back and the positive energy seemed to drop. Did it just give up?

The exact second Alex's fist raised to protest, the glorious unicorn kicked back it's back legs and struck Jack about the chest. His body was catapulted back into the grass, instantly restarting his heart and bringing him back to life. Though a blunt pain over his torso, the boy was alive and breathing in the beauty of nature ahead of him. His team tackled him back down with each tight show of affection. Except for Black, he kept his cool persona active and opted to helping his leader up and returning him his sword. After thanking the legendary animals for their help, Scarlet was lead out into the open field and sat with the animals. The boys stood at the top of the hill, holding their manly outer shell like a plush bear at their previously hopeless and broken female friend regaining her glee. By midday, they were fed fresh and naturally grown fruit and were allowed to collect water from a nearby pond, liquid as blue as as the sky and untainted as the soul of a child. "Is this cheating?" Jack wondered aloud as he watched Alex and Black happily dine beside him.
"Nah! It's not outside help, animals is Scarlet's thing. She's doing all this!" Alex protested.
"Is it?" Their leader raised a brow to the empath, who had returned moments before cradling a young rabbit in her arms.
"I'm not really sure, it doesn't feel like I can still connect. Probably just the generosity of them, green level animals are so kind." She replied, her tone saddening slightly to the missing feeling of emotionally connecting with the animals. Empathy was a powerful Power in the hands of anyone who was lucky enough to weild it. Being purely genetic and emotional in the connection, the empath could bypass any type of control or manipulative force simply with the power of feelings. Turns out it makes the user's emotions only stronger and therefore their greatest weakness as well as their weapon.

Black was trying not to be seduced by the tiny creatures attempting to win his affection - the warmth that came with his fire ability added to the parts of a link he had with other birds - being able to become one at will. "Now who does that remind us of? It would seem your Power problem has been solved, Scarlet." The girl grew flustered by the on cue horse rubbing it's head against her, making the boys laugh. Unfortunately, not everything can last. A twig breaking, not loud enough for the average human to hear, but the animals were jumped and many of them retreated. Pegasus' came to create a wall, a line of defense from the ominous forest to the greenland oasis. Blue-Sabre also came behind, the unicorn between them all, braying like an awe-inspiring leader giving a battle speech or cry. It then lowered it's head to Scarlet, a stern glare in it's galaxy-eyes. Even the boys could tell what it was trying to say: they had led danger right to them, making it their responsibility to defend their home. Jack stepped forward first, through the gateway of angel wings and declaring himself the head of the line. Closely followed by the rest of his team who each bore their weapons steadily in their grip and posing defensively. Meanwhile, the red shine returned and emerged with the darkness from the forest, beasts and creatures from as small as imps to as big as amaroks formed together to make a large group of around twenty, all of which with the replicating evil glow as the students had encountered before. Though this time they would not be deterred.

To the sound of Jack's sheathe, the monsters ahead growled and holy guardians behind brayed bravely. He looked to his team, his friends, he each nodded to him. There was a fear in their eyes that would keep them light on their feet, maneuverable and cautious. Each of them looked a different kind of ready - Black calm and confident, Alex enthusiastic and cocky, Scarlet courageous and level-headed. As many of the opposition clawed at the ground like bulls ready for a charge, Jack realised he was running out of time to pick an emotion to push himself. Would his anger make him stronger? General and focused aggravation channelled into his sword to maybe pump his physical strength. He'd used it on the banshee during winter break and it worked to get an attack in, or maybe fear? The overwhelming feeling of concern that would most certainly keep him moving lightly out of attacks and make him fast to block and dodge, possibly even stab and slash in order to save his own skin. It wasn't until he gave a second look to his teammates that he finally got his answer. He may have looked terrified which caused them to individually smile at him, or simply slow to answer the question they already had pinned down, but their smiles reminded him of the memories they shared. It would be those memories - the desire to be able to look back on them again and look back on them with the same happiness and pride as he did currently that would take him soaring higher than any of his other emotions would. Love would take him past defeat, and even if he was killed on the field it would be a death that protected his friends, and assuming that his three teammates felt the same was what made him smile too, even as dark and deadly creatures of all sorts pummeled toward them.

Disturbing the peaceful silent and devastating the wonderful green landscape, the monsters charged with their war cries and roars as an attempt to strike fear. To show they weren't phased in the slightest, the humans followed their bravery leader forward into a counter-charged, eventually clashing with the creatures of war. Alex with large-scale, explosive attacks dented their ranks rapidly with powerful, bear-inspired viking armour supporting the strength that came with his stubbornness to back down. He was the first to attack and had the dark animals spread thin pretty early into combat. Reaching around his back to add a mjolnir hammer to further pound pain back at foes, he began aimlessly swinging and slamming at imps, the smaller creatures darting and dashing around him, only occasionally having the misfortune of getting hit. Black got furthest first, using his second form as a crow to soar by a number of them, but instantly return with a fiery impact behind his blades that strengthened his lunge to torch up to four in one strike. He would twirl the weapons as a defence, the force on the spin gradually building to block and parry an attack at the same time and open a space to strike back against his largest foe, a minotaur. Scarlet's attacks certainly allowed her to stay safe from harm, instantly wrapping a blazing imp with her hook sword and trapping it in the fireproof rope she had been gifted. Using the three-foot creature as a weapon, she tossed it side to side, talentedly battling enemies back and shielding their attacks from hitting her if long ranged ones came too close. Finally, Jack's chance to prove to himself his dream was closer than failure. He may not have had flashy moves or have made a massive impact on the evil legion, but he was the one member of the team who needed a fight to fully test his limits. Throughout the year, the other students had shown inside and outside the classroom that they were worthy of their position - but Jack was very heavily carried by the raw talent of his team. He came face-to-face with an ammit first - only further proving his need to need to cement his place amongst the other training Protectors. The all too familiar creature entered his view with a slow march forward. The last time Jack saw one, it petrified him to the point of running away like a defenseless child. He was lucky not to have come face-to-face with it then, but he was now. Things were different though, as the ammit approached with a devastating squint on it's crocodilian head. Not scared anymore, Jack spun his sword in his hand to show it that he wasn't backing down. It may not have been the exact same ammit as before, but it's convenient timing was to be treated as if it was. If he beat it, he had taken the first big step to becoming a Protector. If not... death, probably.

Taking a deep breathe, the human picked a slow jogging pace to start the encounter. Accepting the challenge, the ammit rushed forward, it's footsteps thundering ahead each time they dug into the dirt. They were mere metres and Jack readied his sword to stab straight at the heart whereas the beast bore it's teeth to feast. "Blue-Sabre, exposure!"
"On your left." Bursts of fire and steel pricked the beast's armoured skin and halted the charge. With the one hand he had spare, Black escaped dueling the minotaur to fill his role in the team move labelled 'exposure'.
"Right!" A metal hook came into view, the rope it lead spiralling until it was secured by the hook and clasped the ammit's jaws shut. Several feet away, Scarlet had left her battle to complete her role, too.
"Look out below!" Exclaimed a voice from beneath the trapped monster's mouth. Alex had left his combat with imps to perfectly slide under Jack and position himself under the jaws of the enemy. His role was one of the most important as it was the act of actually exposing the enemy unlucky enough to fall victim to the ensemble. He was to bring his power to a punch that would have the victim raise itself, the exposure. Finally, Jack's part. Stood in place since the the charge ended, the leader need only take one step forward, aim for the heart and thrust. Where before the boy ran to leave for other's to deal with, he now could stand victorious over it with the help of his team, his friends. He followed through with the plan, piercing the skin of it with an ugly squelch sound. Jack continued to push just to be sure, until the blade stopped suddenly and seemed to press against a tougher force. Hopefully he'd stabbed far enough. He retracted the blade. The monster fell. He'd slain his first mythical creature.

Falling forward though, the corpse crushed the team's favourite overconfident ginger and the grand moment was cut short by his muffled complaints underneath it. The other three reconvened to lift the body from Alex, it was then that the terrifying leader stepped out onto the field, or more accurately roared. Carrying the power of double itself, a draconic lion's untameable bellow echoed across the battlefield and shook the earth like an object hitting wobbly table. Alex jumped up, kicking the previous foe and taunting it from beyond the grave, then leaped up onto it and looked out for the roar. He got it almost instantly in the physical form of a concentrated ball of dragon fire that struck his across the shoulder and knocked him away. A miniature cliff came up next, pummeling Black in the chest and disabling him back with his smaller comrade. The remaining members of Blue-Sabre took cover behind the large ammit corpse before trying to get a look at their attacker. "Anything?" Jack placed his sword in his left hand - he could feel one of his tricks was falling down his sleeve quickly.
"Not enough. It's big, whatever it is, with wings I think I saw." Scarlet replied whilst taking deep breathes, placing her two weapons back into one.
Nodding, Jack was ready with his trick. "We're gonna rush it, be ready." He extended his swords left guard and replaced his hand onto it.
"Hold on, that's a terrible idea! We can't even see it, is there nothing else you can come up with?" His teammate was right to be worried. Until he put both index and middle finger on either side of the pommel and twisted, activating the blade to separate into two and spin, gradually increasing in pace the further he pulled back the pommel, Scarlet continued to hold no hope in the plan.
"Ready?" He ignored the astonished look on her face, pulling her away from her awe to ensure he was still in the same realm as her.
"On your mark." She nodded and turned away, preparing to dart ahead toward their opponent, though kept one eye on Jack. Everyone else had upgrades, it made sense he should, but a spinning blade?!

Exhaling strongly, the young leader pushed off his knee and dug his boots into the dirt, also stretching the pommel back as far as he could, like an archer taking a kill shot. All Jack needed to do was release - the speed of the spin generated so much energy that letting go of the pommel sent it surging through the air in two. The blades separated mid-air, each cutting by at least one potential opponent each. By the time they had reached the end of the field, the location of the target, they had assembled again into one - the impact of the two parts reconnecting giving the point a spin that could only make it more deadly. Jack had been following the blade with the perseverance coursing through his veins that allowed him to duck and weave his way by other creatures,so when it was so pathetically knocked out of the air by a great chimera's dragon head turning out it's aim and then bashing back at it, the boy was instantly halted in place. A chimera, for those having the luck to have not heard of or met a victim of an encounter with one, was a fearless and ferocious fatal beast being one of the few species with three heads or three animal hybrids, and the only with both. From back to front, a smaller scaled dragon's tail waved leading to a ram's hind legs which converted into a lion's fore legs and torso with dragon wings. On it's right, a fire-breathing dragon with no mercy and a bad temper. The left, a courageous ram with an amber-level attitude, rumoured to have been unfortunately dragged into the hybrid when being hunted by the other two predators. The third predator was the middle head, a noble lion assuredly controlling the rest of the body, as it's head was always the highest of the three giving off a superior vibe. How a magnificent monster of the likes of a dragon had submitted to a lion was a real mystery, but it hung the lowest with a curl in it's short neck to complete the meanest glare it can. The ram was always tilted off to it's own side, forced to be apart and work alongside two of it's greatest predators. With the control of the ground and the skies, the chimera used three of the popularly powerful elements: earth, fire and air.

Fear now was infesting Jack's system. Such a creature was to be reckoned with. In fact, the chimera was rated a black level beast, but the fact it was so unlikely to ever be seen for an extended period of time made visitors to Red Island forget it completed. In total, only five black level's were said to be living on the island - sightings were extremely slim and it was impossible to tell if they were exaggerated. It was anger that Jack used to lunge forward, reaching out with his blade to activate the magnetic Power inside to reconnect the blade to the hilt. Simultaneously, a towering paw came down and it was fear that had Jack hold his sword out in front of him to block. The paw crashed down ontop of the blade and flattened Jack from his unstable crouch to completely reclined onto the grass. Struggling against the massive creature, Jack began to panic as two heads curved away. Only the dragon seemed to taunt him from over the singular paw that kept him at bay. Scarlet, who had snapped out her frightened trance, drew the attention of the other two of the three-animal ensemble by yelling out her team leader's name and charging thoughtlessly. She managed to dodge a stream of powerful wind from the ram and tumble through bursts of rock and stone that slithered along underground the dirt and tried to trap her legs to deal a final fatal blow. By some stroke of luck, she burned past and gripped her weapon with two hands, lashing out aimlessly against it. The ram quaked as it desperately tried to tug their full body away. Flinching strategically, the lion withdrew it's paw to stabilise itself, then roar and bleat a mixture of fire and air, blending together to create a compound of intense mass fire that hurtled toward the female target. She tried to get away, but couldn't move fast enough to be consumed by a funnel around her, then ball up and shut out her surrounds, then afterward begin to shrink down on her. Not even a scream or cry could escape her lips as she felt the heat enclose her from life and light itself. As the world seemed to decide she had succeeded her purpose, a life protested to her death: leaping through the fire, they shielded their face with an armoured limb but instantly extended it to grab her alongside their second arm, taking her up into a protective hold and turning their body to shield her from the second layer of fire in which they burst through and rolled at least a few feet in order to get rid of any caught flames on them.

Little thought went into Jack's plan just as it did Scarlet's, he simply darted forward into a jump to free her from the jaws of death. Flames that had latched onto his hair had been put out from the role, but his clothes and armour had been scorched by the very same fire. The leather underneath his metal had almost turned completely crisp black and patches of his clothing had either burnt off or had suffered the same patches. They were both leaking sweat from their heads, being so close to fire so hot even for just a second would make the toughest men's eyes burn from the orange and yellow-ish light. Of course, with Jack taking the brunt of the stunt, it was back down to Scarlet to make the next move on behalf of Blue-Sabre. Unfortunately she wasn't given enough time to think anything through, for the chimera had grown increasingly enraged by the inferior species refusing to die at it's command. He charged forward, twisting itself to the left and forcing the ram's head to thrash violently into Jack, it's target. Acting quickly in an attempt to repay him for his selflessness, she hurried in front of the aim of the ram's horns and willingly took the consequences of it's immense force. It shoved her back into Jack, which brought him fully back into reality as he crouched over her to check on her. She had fallen unconscious on impact, but also had a shoulder noticeably replaced weirdly - dislocated. Other than that, no other external injuries were apparent. In an attempt to save her, he'd instead harmed her. He would've grovelled over her more if not for the low growl the he could hear grow closer behind him before three different temperature levels breathed down his neck. The growl intensified as a mighty paw was risen. It sounded so cocky, patronising, sadistic. It enjoyed his friend putting her life on the line just for him. It enjoyed how distraught he looked. The growl raised it's pitch slightly, like a snort of mocking pleasure over the boy's upset. What kind of thing could feel joy over the pain of others? If that was the case Jack and the chimera were locked in, there was only one alternative to dying depressed and downhearted.

In a heartbeat, his hand subconsciously magnetized to his sword instead of Scarlet, and his arm instinctively swung backward as his body twisted and he screamed in an unrelenting fury: "Die, you wicked demon!" The sword came down faster than the animal's paw, phasing through the ram's head like a steak knife through butter and lodging in the lion's mane. The growl that had began to grow louder and more intimidating had been cut out to a desperate bleat and an excruciated roar of regret. However, though topping the monster, the paw still came down and struck Jack over the chest. The claws tore down his chestplate and through the leather, aggressively rubbing against his skin and pushing him onto his back.

When they came to, Black and Alex would find the battle over. Pegasus' mourning over the number of losses they'd suffered, the unicorn warning off a wheezing, growling chimera missing one of it's heads, and Jack and Scarlet; both wearing two different shades of red.