Chapter 87
Chapter 87 The Beast Brawl
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Lyra lurched forward atop the saltwater crocodile as if riding in a vehicle that slammed on sudden brakes.
The crocodile snapped its jaws wide, trying to counteract her forward momentum and stop her from tumbling off.
Yet the lynx and dhole, who had been watching quietly from the side, moved even faster. They darted forward and positioned themselves on either side to block her path.
Rumble!
The crocodile let out a low growl.
Before Lyra could make sense of what was happening, the lynx gently closed its mouth around her wrist and pulled her down from its back.
Once she stepped a short distance away, the furious crocodile spun around and lunged at the clumsy white bear.
The bear was still confused why it had not gotten to join the ride, only to receive a brutal whip from the crocodile’s powerful tail straight across its body.
Thick hide shielded the bear, so the blow only stung instead of drawing real harm.
Still, it was utterly baffled.
Not taking it along to play was bad enough, but now they were hitting it too?
The white bear grew angry. It rubbed the throbbing spot on its flank and roared its displeasure.
Without flinching, it charged straight toward the crocodile, jaws stretched open.
The nearly thirty-foot crocodile and the ten-foot-tall white bear clashed without further warning.
The spacious play yard instantly turned into an arena.
The other spirit animals gathered along the perimeter, watching with obvious anticipation.
The ferret was thoroughly entertained. It scampered close, squeaking and waving its tiny paws, acting like a referee cheering both combatants on.
Lyra stood there, alarmed and anxious.
The lynx and dhole clamped down lightly on her pant legs to hold her back from rushing between them.
She hopped in place and waved her arms vigorously, signaling for the two to stop fighting.
Seeing her urgent expression, the orca expanded its form. Positioned high above the ground, it held the aerial advantage.
Its broad tail fin swatted the heads of the crocodile and white bear one after another, successfully diverting
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their rage and breaking up their fight for a moment.
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Seizing the opening, Lyra hitched her trousers and hurried into the space between them. She clapped he hands hard to draw their focus.
The crocodile’s anger had not faded. When it saw her step forward, it pushed her back with its long snout
Lyra looked tiny beside the giant predator, gliding backward like a miniature figurine until she was pushe sideways all the way to the edge.
The crocodile was determined to teach the reckless bear a proper lesson today.
The white bear was also brimming with injustice. It rose onto its hind legs and swiped at the orca circling overhead to drive it away, then roared and charged the crocodile once more.
Snow, the unofficial cheerleader, waved its paws and squeaked excitedly.
The dhole and lynx herded Lyra safely outside the fighting zone.
The red fish settled atop her head, quietly enjoying the spectacle.
The Sentinels, being men, also found this raw, fiery scene captivating.
In idle hours, they either fought hand-to-hand to burn off excess tension or watched their spirit animals brawl for amusement.
Today, a rare show unfolded. Heads poked out from every row of windows, each Sentinel watching the battle with great interest.
Rhys called out to comfort her. “Let them fight. They all have tough hides-nothing to worry about p>
Lyra had lived a quiet, peaceable life and could not understand this kind of entertainment.
She turned toward Gideon and pointed at the battling white bear.
Are you really not going to stop it?
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t damage any property,” Gideon replied.
Lyra fell silent.
She glanced upward but spotted no sign of Harlan.
Huh? A hands-off owner, it seemed.
Since the owners had both said so and promised there would not be any other impact, Lyra could not say anything more.
Even dogs often tussled as a form of play.
As long as nobody sustained injuries, it might be fine.
Lyra sat cross-legged on the ground, closely tracking the fight, ready to intervene the second things turned
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dangerisus.
Both beasts boasted overwhelming attack power and heavy natural defenses, evenly matched in com skill.
Claws swiped, massive paws slammed into flesh.
At times, the crocodile clamped its jaws onto the white bear’s body, its vise-like bite drawing pained r from the bear.
Hard armored plates covered the crocodile’s head and back, rendering the bear’s sharp claws ineffecti
The white bear attempted to flip the crocodile onto its back to strike its vulnerable underbelly.
But every time it moved, the spot gripped by the crocodile’s jaws fisted sharply, forcing another mournful roar from the bear.
Lyra rested her forehead in her hand, helpless.
The Sentinels, meanwhile, laughed loudly.
She blinked, observing the men amused by the bear’s silly antics.
At first, she had hoped careful, thoughtful service would keep the Sentinels in good spirits.
That approach had yielded little progress.
Several reserved Sentinels still barely exchanged words with her.
Draven once mentioned that a spirit animal’s mood/could influence its Sentinel.
She had released the spirit animals, hoping everyone could enjoy themselves together.
Instead, the spirit animals spent most of their time teasing her.
Now this impromptu beast fight had accidentally made the Sentinels laugh.
Truly, sometimes carefully laid plans bore no fruit, yet unplanned chances bloomed.
Lyra watched for a while longer.
She had assumed Harlan’s crocodile shared its owner’s quiet, solitary temperament. She never imagined it could be this quick to anger.
The white bear must have somehow upset it, for the crocodile struck without hesitation the moment it turned its head.
Her attention gradually drifted. She silently counted the spirit animals roaming outside.
Only one-third of them had come out.
A small group remained at the windows beside their Sentinels, watching the brawl
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As for the rest p>
Felix was still wrapped up in his owir frustrations, so it made sense he chose not to join in.
But another figure crossed her mind.
Rook’s hyena.
Oh right! She still had not cleaned up after it from midday meal.
Lyra tapped her temple, frustrated with her unreliable memory.
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Lucia Morh
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