Sirius's White Tiger launched itself with everything it had, light claws slashing toward the fused spirit with force that should have torn it apart.
Yet, the claws bounced off harmlessly, barely leaving a superficial mark before the spirit reformed as if nothing had happened. Defenses that made Gold-rank attacks feel like child's play.
On the other side, Orion's Tiger attempted attacking from the back, its fangs finding ethereal flesh but without causing real damage either. Different approach, same result, frustration building as conventional tactics proved worthless.
Sirius's serpent coiled around the second spirit, applying pressure sufficient to crush rocks into powder. The spirit's form simply flowed between the scales like water, reforming instantly on the other side without apparent effort or concern.
"Useless," Sirius growled as his serpent returned, having accomplished nothing beyond wasting energy they couldn't afford to waste.
