Wonderweiss looked up into the face of the dragon, teeth clenched, and concentrated his Chakra in the tips of the first two fingers of his right hand.
He closed his eyes, held his left hand at his waist, fist balled as if holding the scabbard of a sword, and cut across himself with the extended fingers of the right. There was no visible light, no fanfare, nothing particularly special, but the line was straight and forcefully drawn.
"Rin-byou-tou-sha-kai-jin-retsu-zen-" the syllables came accompanied by a slash horizontally, or vertically. The first came across, left to right, the second top to bottom, and then they continued in sequence until the last, a horizontal, "gyou!"
The language that the words were spoken in was long dead, though it bared similarities to some that had more recently fallen out of use. They were words unique to the Beastmaster class, and were said to have been heaven-granted to those who walked that path. All living monsters, regardless of their power or their status, responded to them, for they signalled a call to a battle of wills that could not be ignored.
The last word rang, and it was upon saying that one that Wonderweiss opened his eyes to initiate that battle.
With an intake of breath and an effort to calm himself, he clicked his front teeth together, the sound lost in the roar of the dragon's breathing. He needed to focus. Focus was everything.
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He closed his eyes, held his left hand at his waist, fist balled as if holding the scabbard of a sword, and cut across himself with the extended fingers of the right. There was no visible light, no fanfare, nothing particularly special, but the line was straight and forcefully drawn.
"Rin-byou-tou-sha-kai-jin-retsu-zen-" the syllables came accompanied by a slash horizontally, or vertically. The first came across, left to right, the second top to bottom, and then they continued in sequence until the last, a horizontal, "gyou!"
The language that the words were spoken in was long dead, though it bared similarities to some that had more recently fallen out of use. They were words unique to the Beastmaster class, and were said to have been heaven-granted to those who walked that path. All living monsters, regardless of their power or their status, responded to them, for they signalled a call to a battle of wills that could not be ignored.
The last word rang, and it was upon saying that one that Wonderweiss opened his eyes to initiate that battle.
With an intake of breath and an effort to calm himself, he clicked his front teeth together, the sound lost in the roar of the dragon's breathing. He needed to focus. Focus was everything.