The battlefield was a fucking hurricane, no, the battlefield wasn't just a hurricane anymore.
It was a fucking warzone.
Water slammed into the earth, breaking apart concrete, leaving deep craters where solid ground used to be, twisted through the air like living snakes, coiling and snapping, but it wasn't just water anymore. As Parker cut through the storm, he felt the shift—the energy in the water condensing, changing. He moved, the sheer force of his seemingly soft footwork sent shockwaves through the air, his momentum cracking the road beneath him. Lightning-fast air pressure bursts followed his movements, invisible but violent, scattering debris and shaking the very atmosphere.
'Water Dragons!" He roared!
Theseus' dragons roared, their golden eyes burning, their bodies shifting—scales forming in full detail, no longer just water, but real, solid beasts.
One lunged.
Parker answered.
Boom.
