This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

Kain was fast.

But apparently, so was the disembodied half of an ancient, glitching orb monster with a secondary spatial attribute.

The moment it split, one half remained to tangle with Aegis. The other—smaller, lighter, faster—raced toward Kain with disturbing accuracy. And it was fast.

Really fast.

Kain dodged the first flicker-lunge, pivoting to the side with a half-roll, half-stumble that kicked up dust. He ducked under a blur of gold-veined claw and twisted between two metallic vines sent out by the fusion containing the Shellvine Sprite and Tortoise-Tiger-Rabbit Hybrid (and the Obsidian Beetle and Clay Golem), after he’d accidentally blundered into the narrow chaotic space where Queen’s Vespids and the fused creature were still locked in a brutal skirmish. The ground was shredded, stingers flew past his head, and the air smelled like burnt moss and blood.

Seeing a pile of rubble ahead and sensing the launch of another attack behind him, Kain launched himself behind a pile of the shattered stone while continuing to flee, hoping it would slow down his pursuer a bit.

Unfortunately, the orb just… hovered through it.

It didn’t leap. It didn’t go around. It just phased through the debris and resumed its pursuit without losing speed. Like a heat-seeking missile locked onto Kain.

“Oh come on,” Kain muttered, weaving left again. “Don’t you have any other things to do?”

It lunged. He cartwheeled—poorly. It wasn’t pretty. More like a roll a toddler might do when learning gymnastics for the first time. But it worked.

He popped up, spun—and nearly screamed when he found the orb half an inch from his face.

“AGH—NO THANK YOU—”

He bolted. Sprinting full speed down the middle line of the battlefield like a man late for his own wedding.

It gave chase.

“Aegis, help!” he shouted.

Aegis, glanced over while clashing full-force with the larger half of the creature. Spatial rifts trembled as the two locked limbs, but even he couldn’t send support Kain’s way.

Bea, still recovering from her earlier hit, was quiet. Chewy pulsed anxiously in his sleeve.

And that’s when Kain realized the mistake.

He’d been so focused on the orb—on the spatial-bending horror and its murder-split—that he’d forgotten one crucial detail.

There was one more monster on the field.

Kain turned his head, just briefly, to gauge the distance of the orb behind him—and ran straight into something that felt like a metal post wrapped in silk.

His entire body rebounded with a sickening thud.

Pain exploded across his face.

He hit the ground hard, stars flashing in his vision. His ears rang. Blood dripped from a cut on his brow. His spiritual pressure flickered.

Above him, a boot.

Descending.

Fast.

Kain rolled.

Just in time.

Kyria’s heel slammed into the ground where his head had been, a sickening thud echoed through the field as what sounded like the force of a truck slammed into the ground.

Kain wheezed, half-blind from the hit, ears still ringing. He scrambled backward on all fours, spiritual energy gathering around him in chaotic bursts.

The orb was closing again.

The trap had worked.

The split wasn’t just chasing him—it was herding him.

Kyria lunged again.

He dodged, barely. She kicked. He blocked—with his forearm, badly. He yelped. It felt like trying to catch a battering ram.

“Dammit,” Kain muttered while ducking under another strike. “Why is she stronger than a spiritual creature?”

Kain knew that he probably looked ridiculous. Running around covered in dirt, while frantically dodging seemingly simple-looking strikes from a girl a head shorter than him. But nobody, especially those in the third-year who have been on the receiving end of Kyria’s strikes before, laughed at him. If anything, the third and fourth years who’d originally been unhappy with his winning streak began to wince in sympathy.

Kain was just a human. Whereas, Kyria…was definitely something else!

Her movements were fluid. She was fast. Her gift allowed her to mimic and stack material properties. Her legs were metal. Her arms were stone. Her skin—possibly woven with something like silksteel.

Kain tried to attack back and threw a counter-kick.

She didn’t dodge.

His foot collided with her thigh.

It was like kicking a reinforced alloy pillar.

Kain screamed in pain while a sickening crack rang out, and stumbled backward, hopping on one leg.

Even the orb paused and seemed to wince slightly in pain.

Fortunately, someone else was finally ready.

Aegis, with support from Vauleth, who’d momentarily abandoned the Elk to support Aegis, unleashed a synchronized attack on the half-orb still near him. Aegis pinned it with a crushing grapple, while Vauleth swept in with a spiralling tail-blade enhanced by flame.

They struck together.

The orb half shuddered. Cracks splintered across its core. It screeched and then teleported backward away from the duo. Vauleth also quickly exited the battlefield of Aegis as the Elk was pursuing him, and he couldn’t afford to be preoccupied with others’ battles for long.

The orb chasing Kain hesitated. Then, sensing its twin’s peril, it pulsed hard, reversed direction, and zipped across the field to reunite.

Kain collapsed to one knee.

“Okay,” he gasped. “I’m still alive. Totally fine.”

Except he wasn’t. His leg throbbed. His head was bleeding. His ribs felt like they had been turned into scattered puzzle pieces.

Then a soft hum spread across the field.

Queen had activated her strongest spiritual skill: Revitalizing Surge. An intense area of effect healing skill that can only be used once every 48 hours.

A shimmering wave of life energy burst from her body, flooding the battlefield with warmth. It swept across Aegis, Vauleth, the Vespids—and then focused into a concentrated stream aimed directly at Kain.

It washed over him like being dipped in molten honey.

Warmth. Regeneration. Stabilization.

His wounds closed. His breath steadied. His blurry vision cleared.

Even Vauleth straightened, the fatigue vanishing from his limbs.

Kain stood.

His body felt whole again, but his mind still swam in haze—half adrenaline, half exhaustion.

His instincts sharpened, but he knew he was running out of mental bandwidth.

Eyes locked on Kyria.

He dodged cleanly. Leaned left, pivoted right, and even tried to land a retaliatory blow.

She blocked it with a smirk.

But he didn’t scream this time; he’d learned his lesson and released a dagger from his space ring shortly before his formerly empty hands would have struck her.

Sparks flew, and no noticeable damage occurred to Kyria. It could partly be due to the fact that this dagger was an old one he’d had since last year, only a 3-star enchanted weapon.

‘Definitely need to upgrade all of my weapons too…’ Kain thought despondently and kicked himself for letting his equipment slack off. Perhaps he’ll find something worthwhile during the auction…

But then a shriek echoed from behind, surprising both beast-tamers.

The fused hybrid—the peak blue-grade fusion—collapsed with an awful, non-human screech. Chitin cracked. Moss fur smouldered. Crystalline eyes dimmed.

The Vespids had done it.

Queen hovered high, her wings buzzing. The remaining swarm converged with lethal precision. And now they surged toward Kain’s location—toward Kyria.

Kyria backed up slightly.

They struck.

Stingers bounced harmlessly off her limbs, her torso, her legs.

But when they aimed for her eyes, she flinched.

Her eyes shut. She stumbled a step back.

Kain grinned, “Guess we found the weak spot.”

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