Owen and Lariat do a little shopping to get Owen some first aid items for a few hours before returning to the barracks.

Owen: "(in head) I just hope the slums back home are okay."

Lariat sits down on a bed in the corner of the room.

Lariat: "(calmly) Let's get some rest and wake up early tomorrow."

Lariat lies down and closes his eyes.

Owen: "(confused) But the sun is only just reaching dusk."

Lariat: "(calmly) That doesn't matter. In a battle you need to be wide awake and prepared for anything."

Owen walks over to a bed that shows no sign of use a few beds away from Lariat.

Owen: "(closing eyes) If you say so. (in head) He actually remained calm after that question? Most people would get pissed and slug me in the face."

They soon fall asleep.

Next morning...

Owen: "(yawning) Morning."

Owen sees Lariat tying his hair light brown into a ponytail.

Lariat: "Are you ready?"

Lariat is now putting on a brown leather tunic with an emblem resembling a tree on the front.

Owen: "Elves use some pretty lightweight armor."

He now puts on gauntlet arm guards with green cloth on his arms.

Lariat: "(calmly) We do this so we don't limit mobility."

Lariat puts on tan pants with brown boots.

Lariat: "(grabbing bow) Are you ready?"

Owen pulls out the Origami Blade and enters blade form.

Owen: "(confident) As ready as I'll ever be."

Lariat: "We are going to-"

A loud crash is heard outside.

Lariat: "That was where we were going to get to! We need to hurry!"

The two rush out of the barracks to find the Flora walking in an opening in a wall and attacking soldiers.

Lariat: "We were just about to get there!"

Lariat draws an arrow and lands a head shot.

Lariat: "I was just about to get a resupply of arrows. I only have four left."

Owen rushes up and begins slicing them in half.

Owen: "Then make them count!"

Lariat: "(calming down) I don't know what got me, but you're correct."

Bael's orb glows brighter.

Bael: "Nearly there..."

Hundreds more Flora enter through the giant hole in the wall.

Owen: "The Flora must really hate Elves."

Owen charges the energy.

Lariat: "(focusing) Only three left."

Lariat had just let loose an arrow that went through twenty Flora.

Owen: "Now I'm ready!"

Owen releases the energy and chops a hundred in half.

Soldier: "Such power..."

Lariat: "(calmly) There are still at least another thousand."

Owen can see more Flora walking up to them like an army.

Owen: "They're a lot smarter than I thought."

A few hundred Flora begin to do something strange as another two hundred enter.

Owen: "That doesn't look good."

Owen tries to charge up again, but a few dozen Flora attempt to swarm him.

Lariat: "Watch out!"

Two more arrows go away defending Owen.

Owen: "You only have one arrow now!"

Lariat readies the final arrow.

Lariat: "(calmly) Then this one will count."

Owen slashes his blade for what felt like an eternity, before becoming exhausted.

Owen: "(exhausted) How... many... left?"

The strange Flora begin to go berserk.

Owen: "(exhausted) That's... not good."

A Flora lands a massive hit on Owen in the back.

Owen: "(in head) I can't handle this with a few soldiers and myself."

Owen collapses onto his knee and begins to bleed heavily.

Lariat: "(calmly) They won't get past me."

The normal Flora are ran over by the berserkers.

Lariat: "My final shot."

Lariat only takes one out before being ran over himself.

Lariat: "(weakly) I could not anticipate that the Flora were this desperate."

The throne room doors are smashed.

Lariat: "(weakly) I accept death with only peace."

Lariat closes his eyes as Owen stands up.

Owen: "(in pain) No..."

Lariat finds himself at the floating platform.

Lariat: "(puzzled) Am I dead?"

Bael: "No, but you are here in spirit."

Lariat finds a green orb floating in front of him.

Lariat: "What is this?"

Bael: "Your ability to not allow the slightest issue get to you far exceeds other mortals child of Elf."

Lariat: "(calmly) If you say so."

Lariat awakens with the orb floating above him.

Owen: "(in pain) Lariat is-"

Lariat grabs the orb as green energy flows into him.

Lariat: "(struggling) I must continue!"

Some of the energy forms into a cloak with a sun shaped symbol on the back and the tunic acquires strange white marks that resemble scars.

Owen: "(in pain) Welcome to the team Lariat."

The last of the energy became silver markings on the wood on his bow.

Lariat: "Tranquility."

Owen: "(in pain) So Bravery and Tranquility are obtained."

Lariat tosses away his quiver.

Lariat: "Hands off the High Elf."

As Lariat pulls the string, green energy in the shape of an arrow forms around his fingers.

Lariat: "The Flora may have taken hundreds of Elven lives, but I won't allow anymore."

Lariat lets go and releases a massive shockwave of energy, eradicating all but a few dozen in a single hit.

Lariat: "(focusing) Three hits is all I need."

Lariat begins to rapid fire smaller energy pieces that one shots all of the remaining Flora within one minute.

Lariat: "(exhausted) Just in time."

The Flora were just about to reach the High Elf just as he released the shockwave.

Lariat: "(collapsing) That's a relief..."

Lariat falls onto the floor as the cloak darkens a bit.

Owen: "(collapsing) I thought I had to do it alone."

Owen falls as well, but luckily a few soldiers were okay.

Soldier 1: "Those Flora were nothing..."

Another soldier finds no more Flora in the area.

Soldier 2: "We need to bring those two some medical attention ASAP!"

The soldiers pick up Owen and Lariat and take them to the barracks.