To both her and Mark's surprise, the purple dragon caught the fist with his left hand and stopped it easily. The shockwave of the hit wafted around them, sending the sand flying. The Aigan hybrid had slid a few inches backwards but his claws had provided him with sufficient traction to stop.

Meanwhile, Mark was euphoric. "Well well..." he mumbled, attempting to pull on Mia's hand to deliver a swift clawed kick to the gut.

In all of this, a very scared Aeron was nervously shifting around Mark and even more nervously shifting around Mia's wrist.

"There. You have your one on one power scaling answer. Can we stop now? Please? Pretty please?"

Mark had to think fast. Straight power, Mia is still superior. In everything else though, he would be the one with the upper hand. Kicking a decent amount of sand up in the air, he used it as a temporary shield to stop the hot flames from getting to close. He Could manage an evasive jump to the left just as the fire vitrified the san he had used to shield himseld. What he wasn't able to do was to avoid the other punch from her sister, which hit him square in the face and sent him flying backwards a fair bit.

Falling and rooling and draggong onto the sand, he came to a stop a good few meters away from the opponent, trying to slowly stand back up. Thankfully, all the adrenaline pumping inside his body and Aeron's help, he was able to shrug off the stinging pain of the rather heavy hit.

"T-that hurts..." He heard Aeron whine. "Can we stop now?" He pleaded his host.

"Aeron...if we stop...we're done." Mark replied, getting on his knees. "I am not letting her win this time. You want to stay with me, don't you?"

Aeron kept quiet, but Mark could guess his answer by the way the aigan squirmed and tightened further on him. "Then, you gotta stop whining like a little bitch and focus. We need to do this together. You and me. Okay?"

"...okay fine." the Aigan replied. He was a little worried this could end badly for Mark. Mia didn't seem to be holding back not even by a little. He wondered if it was a thing coming from dragonic blood, that unyielding rage that can make you kill your siblings. "Good. Now..." Mark recalled his partner's attention to himself. "is there a way to push more juice outta us?"

The symbiote hummed lightly as Mark hopped back on his claws, his muscles buffing up slightly once again. "Well...there could be a thing I could do, but it is very very dangerous. I never tried it with anyone and I don't want to hurt you."

"No pain no gain Aeron. We can't take another of those hits. If she gets us another time we're done."

The aigan cringed slightly. He didn't want to do this, but Mark was so insistent. "Right Right. Okay. I can give you ONE shot. That's it. One single shot. You have to make it work. Anything else and we would be seriously hurting ourselves."

"THIS AIN'T CHEATING!" Mark barked back. "BUT SURE COME AT ME!"

Oh she had done it now. One thing was always beating him up and acting all tough and all mighty. Another thing was accuse him of cheating. Having Aeron heling him wasn't cheating. She was just too cocky to see when she needed help. Too stubborn to accept that you can't do things alone all the time. He knew. He tried that and failed. But this time, he wasn't going to let her sister get the best of him. He wouldn't let her win this time. Now that he had Aeron with him, he seriously had a shot in putting a dent into Mia's perfect win record.

As Aeron told him, having the Aigan latch around his heart felt incredibly uncomfortable. It was like someone was tring to push into a very constricted space. With one hand holding his chest, Mark readied up for whatever was coming. "H-hey are you done?"

Aeron hummed a yes. "Mh hm! Ready!"

"Okay, here she comes! Go!"

Mark took it and went flying, tumbling in the sand somewhat far from his starting position, but not before his own leg ignited in bright purple frames, as he delivered his most powerful kick to date. It took him a few seconds to stand back up, his own flames flickering around his body.

Three large gashes on his chest had ripped through Aeron and the half dragon's skin. Thankfully, it seemed that the Aigan now part of Mark's body was already trying to heal up and close the wound. They still were in a great deal of pain.

"Wrestling...is just a hoax...and if you can't accept what we are, we don't care. I am not leaving Aeron."

Mark fell on his knees, still refusing to give up yet. "This...this is...my only chance at success...you are not...taking this away from me."

The purple dragon struggled to get back up. His entire body was aching madly. He would need way more training before he could even think of actually fighting with Aeron like that. He could feel the Aigan's own pain. Aeron did tell him he could give him only one shot. He didn't think doing it would strain them this much.

On the plus side, he had unlocked his elemental power it seemed. Figured it would be purple flames. Now if he only could muster the strenght to stand back up.

Mark seemed reluctant to get help from his sister, but in end Aeron mananged to coerced him into grabbing hold of her hand and get up. With that, his entire body began squirming as his dragonic form melted away. Both him and his partner were to tired to keep such a transformation going. Aeron receeded and turned into a shiny new outfit for Mark to wear, the half dragon boy seemingly enjoying it a whole lot.

Perfectly fitted boots, gloves, shorts and tshirt. All of them in a bright pinkish color, save for some darker highlihts in purple. While his own appereance seemed to return mostly human, Mark eyes retained their glowing green hue. The undeniable proof that he was still merged with the Aigan.

"...is it really the easiest choice though?" He mumbled. "I mean...I don't wanna throw him away. He'd die without someone." The boy stated looking at his pink gloves. "And there is just...so much we can do together! Maybe if we do get some training going..."

"We can definitely improve." Aeron took that moment to chime in, making sure Mark had placed his gloved hand on Mia's shoulder to let her hear what they were saying. "Your sister here might not like us being together all the time and would rather see you independent. Everyone needs to start somewhere, though, and not everyone can do everything alone. Moreover, as I said multiple times, me being part of you doesn't really mean you get more power. I can only draw out what's already there. I can't magically create more power or abilities like that. So, with or without me you still have to train. Especially if you want to be able to take more of those punches...man I'm sore all over!"

Mark's expression looked defeated, but not overly sad. "Maybe we could find a balance..still." He looked up at his sister. "I want to keep Aeron with us. Not for the "power" or anything. If you really want me to be independent, then you should just accept my decision. Even if you don't like it. If you really want me to walk on my own accord, then no do this or do that."

With his hand falling to his side,Mark turned around, wobbly walking towards home. "Man I'm thirsty as hell! We should get something fresh no? Then maybe I should show you to dad too!" He went on his way rambling out loud with Aeron.

"He says that..." Mark tried to reply, when his clothes changed to a deep shade of purple. "Well, this. Also, he isn't leeching. If anything, I should thank him more. He's the one taking your pummeling right on. Also, he seems pretty sentient to me. Would you like to live your life trapped in a snail? Hell he's having a rough life as is, being forced to appeal to someone else just to get by. You'd sure hate that, but I don't hear him complaining or whining about your bickering on ripping him off of me or all the other killing stuff."

Mark hummed, looking at his glove. "He says you're also hella stubborn. He doesn't boost things. He can't boost things. Also, he said he can hop off me while I train. Still, we're together now."

Mark slammed the entrance door open and walked over to the kitchen to get some water. After that, he and his wagging tail wobbled over to the living room. "Dad! Dad!" he called out. "I have someone really cool that wants to meet you!"