“Yep, that’s the last of them.” Finished collecting all of the scattered ribbons, Drazil felt proud of his explosive accomplishment. While admiring the ribbons, he spotted parts of Short Stuff’s entrails stuck to them and flashed them off. “Yuk, disgusting.”

“Short Stuff!” Eratool started rushing toward Drazil with vengeance leading his advance. He completely forgot that Chirako existed.

“No, you don’t. Your opponent is me!” Chirako dashed ahead of Eratool, trying to stop him.

“Get out of my way brat!” Eratool’s Krowqui began to soar into the air exponentially! Unbridled rage was enhancing his Krowqui evolution!

“Huh? His power level just spiked. Is he still even an Amazon-Warrior-Rank-3?” Drazil observed Eratool’s menacing complex becoming taller and more muscular. His tattered wings gained enlivened feathers!

Breathing out vaporous steam of intense rage from his elongated beak, Eratool set his evolved sight on the crotchety crow who shared similar personalities. “You’re plucking dead meat!”

“We should hurry and get far away from here!” The 3 crows in hiding did just that. Holly, Zegle and Zef secretly retreated to a safer distance.

Drazil, however, wasn’t scared at all, at least he didn’t look like it. He still exuded his overly arrogant attitude. “Ha-ha-ha-ha! Don’t make me laugh to death you useless piece of shit! Do you want to end up like your friend here?” Drazil gestured to the defeated vulture’s eyeball that was underneath his foot. He stamped very hard on the eyeball until it was completely squashed!

“Come at me you, damn vulture!”

“You arrogant little shit!” Eratool dashed ahead instantly to where Drazil was positioned. Flipping forwards through the air he delivered a deadly spinning kick to Drazil’s cranium, knocking him down into the earth.

During Drazil’s descent, Eratool flew higher into the air with his left hand raised above his head. His blue Krowqui Circles started spinning out of control as he commence a certain chant.

“Goddess of water! Come forth and submit to my authority! Release to me the moist elements of tortured souls. Grant me the power to wash away my enemies with glorious wetness! Atreus Nambella!”

“Rumble!” Large bodies of Water started bursting out of many corners of Vultures Byte's surface; rapidly shooting up into the air; converging around Eratool’s raised left arm.

“Dangerous!” Chirako and Drazil did their best to continuously evade the vicious waterspouts.

“His control over the water element is impressive.” Chirako was amazed by Eratool’s display of strength.

“Witness my true power, you insolent fledglings! You’ll taste despair before you die an agonizing death!” Eratool compressed the large body of uprising water into a massive spear element that had many fast water spirals oscillating its extended body.

“You’ll be the first to Die!” Eratool flung his new formed watery spear down at Drazil.

“Shit, it's fast! Feathers Red, Twin Angry Hawk Fists!” He shot out multiple fiery hawk fists to intercept the incoming spear. However…

“It’s useless! Your puny Krowqui technique is no match for my water Despair!”

Just as Eratool deduced, Drazil’s Twin Angry Hawk Fists was way out of its league. The moment it came into contact with Eratool’s watery Despair, it cleaved right through it like it was nothing.

Drazil was utterly shocked. “I can’t believe this. Plucking hell! I can’t dodge from this distance! Is this how I meet my end?” He began to worry. Only a millisecond remained before Despair impaled him.

“Lightning Bunny Hop!” Chirako transformed into a lightning bunny again which made it possible for him to streak across the sky in time to hit Despair of course. Due to his intervention, Drazil’s life was spared. Afterwards, Chirako dashed towards Eratool still in bunny format.

“You again.” Eratool blocked Chirako’s frontal assault with a robust water barrier. “I told you already… get the pluck out of my way!” Eratool quickly recalled his watery Despair upward, moreover, used it to slap Chirako out of his sight.

After crashing below, Chirako found his footing quickly and readied himself to try again. “That attack was no joke, even with my Protective Krowqui active I received this much damage? I couldn’t even see his… uh! My eye!”

The golden Clover Arc hovering around Chirako’s left eye had no more clover petals remaining. “Seems like this is my Pathfinder’s current limit.” His Crownus Vision gradually deactivated, now he was left only with his six senses to assist him in battle.

Taking a moment to properly observe Eratool who was still hovering above, Chirako thought internally, ‘I wasn’t able to defeat him while Pathfinder was active and that was when he was concealing his true powers.’ His emotions were disturbed. ‘I really wanted to defeat that vulture on my own, but it seems I am going to have to team up with that hothead. There’s no other choice.’

“Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!” Above, Eratool was thrusting his Despair rapidly at Drazil who was continually avoiding watery impalement.

“Feathers Red…” Drazil swung around Despair and hit Eratool with a fiery Angry Hawk Fist.

That attack created some distance between them which prompted Drazil to say, “Give me a break you insane vulture. Why are you so plucking angry at me? Was that midget bitch that I blew to pieces your pluck buddy or something? Did she cradle your balls that good that you couldn’t get enough, is that it?”

“You dare to act so arrogantly in front of me?” Eratool was fuming with rage! The continuous stream of water that was shooting out of the ground splashed into Drazil, quickly trapping him inside an inescapable Water Prison.

“Hufah!” Drazil hurriedly covered his beak and mouth, trying to hold his breath for as long as he could. ‘What is this pressure? I can’t move. It’s as if the water is slowly crushing me!’

Chirako noticed what was happening on Drazil’s end and surmised, “That Krowqui technique is similar to that of the Water Tempest Queen’s back at the dusty battle arena. If my assumption is correct then that hothead is in major danger. He’ll be crushed like a tin can within seconds. I have to hurry and get him out of there because if he dies now my chance of defeating the vulture will diminish to 35%.”

“Received Despair!” Eratool tossed forth his water spiralling spear towards Drazil. The distance wasn’t that far, therefore, his swift impalement was quite imminent.

“Pluck me! This is not looking good. This water is restricting my movements and the speed of his spear will pierce me within seconds!” Drazil looked at his hand intensely trying to rouse his blazing Krowqui. “If only I could evaporate this annoying water…”

Splashing Despair penetrated the front layer of the restrictive Water Prison. Was this it for Drazil? No, he managed to move his hands ahead of him to intercept Despair. Using his crimson Krowqui Circles, he was doing his best to hold back Despair's advance but for how long?

Eratool told him, “Struggle all you want, you little shit! You can’t escape my Despair of Death! Give me more power, Atreus Nambella!”

While enhancing the piercing power of his Despair from afar, Eratool noticed Chirako sneakily slipping into the back portion of his Water Prison. “Hmm, that brat again? Ha-ha-ha! You fool! You’ve dived right into your own despair! This is just great. I get to kill 2 birds with 1 spear!”

“Hold on!” Chirako went in front of Drazil to assist him.

“You plucking retard! You’ll get impaled as well!”

Chirako ignored Drazil’s mumbles, he continued forming a certain geometric shape using his blue Krowqui Circles. “Water Barrier!” He erected another water source within the already established Water Prison. He later moved out of the spear’s path along with Drazil.

“Huff! Huff!” Drazil could finally breathe properly again.

Eratool became more agitated when he perceived Chirako and Drazil escaping his Water Prison. “That Rincur Family fledgling. To think he was this verse in Water Krowqui Manipulation. I must have him submit to me if I want to get to that hothead and enact my revenge!”

Chirako and Drazil landed on the half shattered rock where Short Stuff had been massacred.

Staring at Chirako, wondering why he had rescued him, Drazil conveyed his feelings. “Hey, don’t expect me to kiss your hairy ass for getting me out of that Water Prison. I could have easily escaped by myself.” He bragged.

“Yea, I’m sure.” Chirako didn’t bother to argue with him because he knew it would have been fruitless.

“Are you being sarcastic?” Drazil didn’t like Chirako’s easy tone of voice.

“Look here, I don’t have time for your petty bickering. Right now we need to form a temporary allegiance to defeat that powerful vulture.”

Drazil was amazed. “Oh, you want to team up just to take out that trash?” He pointed at Eratool who was slowly approaching them.

Chirako replied simply, “Yes.”

“Then who will get the ribbons once we defeat him? Because I’m not splitting shit fifty-fifty.” Drazil didn’t like to exert teamwork for unfair gain.

Chirako came up with an idea. “Tell you what… the one who lands the finishing blow on him gets all the ribbons, is that satisfactory enough for you?”

“Bet your ass it is! Now let’s go kill that plucking bastard!”

Drazil and Chirako were both standing on the broken rock looking up directly at Eratool who overheard their disturbing conversation.

“You arrogant little fledglings. It doesn’t matter if you team up. The result will still be your deaths.” Eratool aimed his wet Despair dripping with death down at the mischievous duo. “Prepare to die…!”