My Werepanther System: Starting with Nine Lives
Chapter 58 REACTIVITY

Chapter 58: 58 REACTIVITY

Claws of glass born in a volcanic dragon world. Rex was too sleep deprived to properly digest the oddities of the night.

Not to mention, Imani.

Another blue burst of her vision pulse rose up behind the stack of black stone buildings ahead.

The sight pulled his attention from his claws. As a result, they cracked once before outright shattering out of his finger tips.

The pain was mindnumbing. As if he wasn’t already missing an eye and had a punctured ear drum that was making balance difficult.

He snarled angrily but pushed on at a sprinters pace.

Nietha ran beside him. Like Hassan, she was large. But she didn’t have the build of an Anhurian. She was lithe instead of buff with smooth sinuous musculature flowing in tandem with her shapely legs and arms. Her beige robes fit like a dress on her if dresses were also made for war. Breathable in all the combative spaces.

Inhumanely, she eyed him as she ran.

"You’re awakening your Reactivity." She said.

"My what?"

Another vision pulse. Kobolds hopped across the rooftops above them, shooting splashing volleys of lava down at them.

Nietha hit Rex with a stream of healing sand right as a projectile splashed on his scalp. Portions of his mane began to turn to glass.

[10% HP Remaining]

[Bastetian Radiance Boost]

[11....12....40% HP]

"Nevermind." She said quickly as Hassan hunted down the enemy from the rooftops. "Just know that the glass is your essence transformed. Continue to mold it to avoid shattering. You will find this a stronger alternative. Focus. Maintain pride and even the greatest assaults will be a mere reflection."

Rex listened. Noticing how Nietha’s accent made "mere" sound like "mirror".

Either way, he focused. It was in his focus that he realized the low ground wasn’t enough.

He flipped over a stone platform, jumping onto a stone fire escape of sorts lining the side of the buildings. From there he climbed with big leaping bounds and the heaving swing of his arms. He’d never felt so thankful for his calisthenics background.

He reached the rooftop in good time.

Perfect time.

A kobold landed behind Hassan and took aim as he ripped apart three in the distance in a martial flurry.

Rex’s claws had regrown. And with Neitha’s guidance, he continued imagining the sand coating them as the Kobold’s heat once again turned his claws into glass.

He held the form. Sharpening it, even, until he felt his hands move through the air faster. As if the glass claws cut the wind with a newfound brutal efficiency.

Driven by instinct, he pounced on the kobold, running his claws in a downward slash through its shoulders all the way down to its crotch.

The stone scaled reptilian split into three pieces before exploding into ash.

[+150 EXP]

DING!

[Elemental Essence Transformation Requirements Met!]

[Elemental Essence Reactivty Traits Unlocked!]

[Sharded Claws LV1]

[Mane of Mirrors LV1]

Rex slashed through the system screen as he ran to catch up with Hassan.

"Hassan, cover the sky!" Rex roared.

Hassan threw his hands up and a massive tidal wave of sand rose up from between the buildings they ran across. It hit the sky and spread like they were inside of a clear box. Sunlit shadows enveloped them.

The flying kobolds fired at the sands, shown in the golden fiery ripples popping up across the beige shield. The ones below the shield flew into it only to be slowed and consumed by its quicksand-like properties. They screamed fire and red lightning as they were absorbed.

Beneath them, Rex morphed the sands Hassan left in his wake, birthing clones of himself.

Only they looked awful. They were missing eyes or had too many while others ran on all fours like giant lions and others had hands for feet.

He was the least skilled with Solar-Sand. He was out of his weight class when it came to the lions and Bastet. But her love and his determination kept him afloat.

"Good thinking, Rex!" Hassan said, "Allow me to help." Hassan began to give Rex’s constructs more accurate form as he hopped across the rooftops and simply touched them.

Rex suddenly snarled, "If you’re that fast go get Imani! The fuck are we doing, man!!?"

"I don’t trust these lands." Hassan said as he allowed the others to catch up.

"You’re overpowered for no reason." Rex hissed

"I am your failsafe." Hassan replied as the sand sky barrier shattered and the kobolds descended on stone wings of lava.

They chased down the clones and engaged in baited combat as the constructs exploded with fiery sunlight and stunned them.

Hassan held up his hand as he ran beside Rex. A topographical map of sand took form. A glowing orange ball weaved through the volcanic labrynth world. Rex didn’t need to ask to know it was Imani.

They weren’t far behind. They were gaining on them.

The orange ball even stopped. At the cities center.

Rex sped up, he flipped over a small building, landing on the last standing over the cities center where he crouched low as he slid across the stone roof before leaping into the air.

He blotted out the red thunder sky with his Bastetians and Anhurian kin.

They descended, landing on the grounds built around a hill of black sand.

The Necromancer stood with Imani hauled over their shoulder. They wore a massive leather cloak. Rex could smell the jungle dirt on it.

He snarled. His glass claw sharpened on his hands and feet.

"Wait!" Imani yelled.

"Wait for what?!" Rex yelled.

"Tell them what you told me!" Imani said to the Necromancer.

The Necromancer remained silent.

Imani groaned. For the first time ever. Rex liked the so—

"Focus." Nietha told Rex as if she could read his deepest mind.

Imani spoke to the Necromancer, "You either tell them what you told me, or I send an Optic Beam through your skull and let your corpse ash over this volcano."

The Necromancer stiffened beneath their massive cloak.

"Uhm...." The Necromancer started in a deep monstrous voice, "The shapeshifters are dangerous. They offer power.... But you trade it for your freedom. I won’t let you take the pretty girl."

"Man— what the hell are you talking about?" Rex felt slighted after refusing to let a village of people venerate him like a god and instead become demigods themselves.

Imani kicked the Necromancer. Another first, "No! You didn’t call them shapeshifters. What did you call them?"

The Necromancer flinched as another sand clone exploded and caused a building to collapse behind them.

"I call them.... dogshifters..."

Imani nodded.

Rex understood. And suddenly wanted to kiss her again.

"You mean... Remulus."

A bone lance exploded out of the necromancer’s sleeve, "I won’t let you take me. No one takes me. Only death can have me."

"I don’t want you— not like that— I’m not a dogshifter. Are you stupid?" Rex asked.

"My education is scattered among village watchings and academic supply raids on inner cities. What have I missed?" The Necromancer casually asked as bombs went off and skies split with fire.

Rex threw up his hands, "We’re cats!?"

The Necromancer leaned forward. Even with their face hidden in the shadows, Rex could tell they were getting a better look at him.

"Golden.... Cats?"

"Oh my god. You’re just like Syphen." Rex snarled and transformed into his base Werepanther form. His fur darkened and his size shrunk in a flash of purple fire.

The Necromancer took a step backward.

"I see it now! Panther!"

Imani interjected, "Yes. Panther. And enemy of Remulus. Enemy of the dogshifters. We’re allies."

The Necromancer went silent for a moment.

"Oh..."

"Like I was trying to tell you." Imani added.

"Now put her down." Rex said.

The Necromancer did.

Imani untied herself sometime ago and landed casually on her feet.

She stayed beside the Necromancer.

"I think once we get out of here, we should have a discussion." Imani said.

The Necromancer looked around, "I panicked. I don’t know how to get out of here."

"We do." Imani said.

"Yea, just use those b—" Rex was cut off abruptly as a geyser under the sand beneath the Necromancer’s feet went off.

Dark sand blasted to the sky before becoming hot winds that ripped off the necromancers cloak, leaving a woman standing in place.

She was tall. At least six feet/one hundred and eighty centimeters, with long spindly limbs covered in tattoos. She was also wearing nothing but a hide loin cloth and bra that looked about three sizes too small. She was spilling over to say the least. Her long black and blue hair was pulled into a low ponytail at the back of her neck and swayed all the way down to her butt with her backpack of bones. She had gem piercings in her ears and gages of bone in her lobes along with dark berry makeup around her lips and eyes.

She was a knockout.

But more importantly, she was a half-goblin.

Her skin was covered in green splotches just like Syphen. She even had the elven ears.

Her cloak disintegrated in the wind.

It was then that Rex realized it was getting hotter.

"I’ll deal with you after this. Everybody get ready." Rex said to the half-goblin Necromancer and his pride.

"Ready for what?" The half-goblin asked.

"We’re standing on a volcano. I think this is where the boss is." Rex said.

"Boss? Like business?"

"Shut-up."

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