Well, let's try the ice element with one of my Shikigamis" he said, summoning Leon King, who would create a rain of localized cold ice aura on the attacker and the attacks themselves while making sure not to target his allies.
The grass makes contact with the cold aura of the summon, and the grass begins to stiffen and freeze. This doesn't stop it's movements— but, attempting to swing as it did before causes the frozen pillar of vegetation to crack and violently break into several shards of ice that fling across the battlefield in large chunks.
Basil stared up at the grass as it rained down upon him. Panic flushed his face a pale hue...before it was replaced with a strange acceptance.
"A test..." He muttered softly, a vocalized thought said to no one but himself. He closed his eyes, taking as deep of a breath as he could.
"Those unworthy to see your grandeur will die here. As is their fate. As is your will." Basil reached for the whip on his side, his body beginning to tense. His eyes would open suddenly, the pupils dilating within the sky-blue iris. High Noon: A technique A technique borne from unparalleled concentration, that made the very world slow to a crawl around him. In a blur of movement, he took out his whip, before unleashing several, strikes into the air above him, slapping the sharpened grass off course as if they were nothing more than falling leaves. A loud CRACK sounded mere moments after the whip connected, each motion so fast the noise was forced to lag in its wake.
Basil's enhanced perception of the world, where everything slows down to a near halt and even the most minute of details are revealed, distracts him from the feeling of nausea as his mana begins to drain from the use of his skill, his assailants knocked out of the air faster than they could swing out of the way. In the corner of his eye, massive car-sized chunks of frozen vegetation fly at him.
eldrian used wind magic to try to cut the grass
The pillars of grass are, as the name implies, pillars of grass, and simply cutting through the thick collections of strengthened vegetation proved a difficult task as the blades of wind stopped at several differing points before they could fully slice through the dense pillar, and it quickly reforms. Meanwhile, giant chunks of frozen flora begin raining down on Eldrian.
Just then, one of the parrots swooped in and sliced the grass whip apart while rapidly rotating like a sawblade. It continued to spin while flying around, cutting through anything in its path with the razor sharp feathers of its wings.
Dan freezing the whip of grass occurs a moment or two faster than the parrot can pull off its attack. By the time the parrot reaches the dense whip of vegetation, Dan has frozen it, and the thing's haphazard movements have already caused the hail of ice projectiles to violently rocket across the battlefield. The parrot, and any other nearby flying creatures, are hopelessly crushed by the giant chunks of frozen grass launching into them.
"I guess we can get out of range of this thing and try to burn it?" He suggested as he backed away.
Backing away does little, as like Dakath previously discovered, the range of the grass extends everywhere, as they are not creatures that live in the grass, but rather it is the plain environment itself that has weaponized itself against the party. Attempting to back away only results in another pillar shooting up to attack Dan at close range.
Neltharion rolled her eyes and thrust Scaleshard into the ground to blow away all the grass around, with it and a hand, she began to use her ability to sense through the earth to detect the monster, and the instant she did, she crushed the earth around it to crush it into a tight ball... unfortunately however, this gave the half-dragon some tunnel vision on the matter.
Neltharion found that there was a "core" of sorts, hiding deep under the ground, in the form of a gross, black, beating heart-like thing that was held within a chamber she couldn't fully make out... However, destroying it was another issue all-together. Her control over the hostile environment was violently fought against by the hostile environment's control over itself, causing backlash as whenever she tried to control the earth, the earth would push back against her, exacerbating the process of her mana draining and causing her immense pain.
While she deals with this, a rain of frozen crystals falls down at her, leaving only a short gap of time to dodge.
"HEADCOUNT HUNNY BUNS ( `^´ )"
Amalie narrowly parries the incoming grass attacks.
"WHOOOOOOOS STILL WITH UUUUUUUUS? (ノ・∀・)ノ. CLEVER PEOPLE, PLAN PLEASE~~~?"
Even parrying the incoming attacks sends deep waves throughout Amalie's entire body, making her bones rattle violently and her organs work on overdrive as they painfully vibrate. She's launched a few feet away from the parry and feels her knees painfully bend as she lands, while another attack shoots at her like a giant, green bullet.
"H-Holy sh*t....that was a close one!" he exclaimed, as he once again readied to fire his bow. "Demi, you’re probably going to want to hold your breath for a second; I’m about to shut down this whole damned plant!”
"Huh!?" Demi turns to Dakath while in the air, having leaped to the skies in order to avoid another narrow attack. While she's distracted by Dakath's warning, she turns back to her predicament to realize another attack was already flinging at her— she raises her bronze dagger, coated in a thick layer of crimson energy, and directly blocks the attack, getting flung backward.
"Gah—!!!" She lands a few feet behind Dakath, groaning in discomfort. Her quick block, as well as having instinctively kicked away from the attack a moment before it landed, allowed her to escape death and any more significant injury. She, and soon Dakath, finds out that this isn't the end of their troubles, as while Dakath prepares to fire his arrow, and while Demi slowly gets up from having to take that attack, giant, car-sized shards of ice are falling from the sky in bulk.
