Chapter 77 - A terrible, horrible plan (1/2)

I'm not entirely sure why the Grim Shrieker decided to switch to melee, but I wasn't one to look a gift Mosstang in the mouth! I may be a rookie binder, but I am a rookie binder with a lot of tricks up my sleeve.

While the Grim Shrieker was still diving, I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a small red vial that began to glow and hum as I infused it with a small amount of aether. One of the tricks I learned from my parents over these past few weeks aside from drajule making from mother, was concoction making from father. Remarkably, his concoction making techniques was very similar to the brewing techniques he taught me growing up. He has apparently been using alcohol making as practice for concoction making and has been subtly teaching me via brewing, up until recently when he switched to directly teaching me after I came back a binder.

The very first concoction he taught me was a healing one he called, [Crimson Rain], which is also the name of the raspberry gr.a.p.e wine we make during summer time, father has a weird sense of humor.

As I focused even more of my aether into the healing concoction, it changed from a red to a rainbow color. Pulling my arm back as far as possible, I chucked the vial at Voxea like I was throwing a snowball. The vial hummed through the air as it flew until it was about halfway finished its arc. At that point, the vial suddenly straightened itself horizontally and the top exploded in a burst of tiny lights and launched itself directly at Voxea! I had no idea if all concoctions did that during battle, or father was an unusually flamboyant Apothecary.

Once the vial reached where Voxea and the Wooly Rammoth were standing, it suddenly exploded into a rainbow colored cloud. I could feel through the bond that cloud helped to restore Voxea's strength and help stabilize her soul.

[Thanks], Voxea said with a shake of her head and smack of her cheeks.

[Look out]!

As Voxea returned to her senses, the Grim Shrieker was now close enough for me to see that both of its front facing owl claws were now glowing with the power of wind aether. If Voxea was still in her muddled state, she would have been impaled by those razor sharp claws.

Instead as the Grim Shrieker swiped at Voxea, a weird white-green glow enveloped her and the words, [Breeze Ballet], appeared in my head.

The Grim Shrieker released a series of claw strikes, each one I felt was strong enough to cut rock! Voxea, however, just literally danced and weaved through every single blow in a strange way. At that moment, she moved as graceful as a leaf in the wind.

Eventually, the Grim Shrieker tired itself out from using all of those claw techniques.

[Now]!