Roar of the Anjanath

 It has been 49 years since the foundation of Astera, yet amongst its near half century existence, the last two years have been one of its most busiest. Fleets of many sizes, be it merchant ships to literal battleships carrying new recruits cross the seas for the haven of the guild's reach in the new world. Hunters of all kinds slay many more wyverns as of late, a fervor within their pace. Even the palicos, feline like creatures, are seen to be rushing about, attempting to get their current task done in order to rush to the next. This hive of activity, directed by The Commander, is aimed all for the purpose of one goal: to topple the walking volcano. 

 The scholars have been pulling all-nighters, as evidenced by the bags under their eyes, yet souls still lit aflame in tracking the recent movements of Zorah Magdaros. "It won't be long now." The Commander stares to the ocean, as if he could already see the elder dragon, thousands of miles away. 

 While Astera has been busy, Evans wasn't idle either. For the past 2 years of his stay in the Ravine, Evans has done nothing but train both his mind and body. The cliffs down below bore the signs of destruction, with craters strung about and the occasional scorched or scratched walls. Every once in a while, Evans would move to the Wildspire to spar with the local wyverns there. 

 For strength, he would go head to head against either any diablos he spots, sometimes running into the couple, still holding a grudge against Evans for his one time stunt, or track down Droll, who's carapace has greatly thickened, likely due to the constant collisions with Evans over the years. Evans himself was actually surprised to see the change on the mudslide wyvern and couldn't help but think ' I guess I really am hard headed.' 

 Regardless, Evan's speed trainings usually consisted of maintaining his line of sight on the Tobi-Kadachis he chances upon within the ancient forrest. And amongst all these trainings, he also ensures to avoid being on the commission's radar, covering his tracks as he returns to the great ravine. If any hunter happens to spot him, he ensures that they never get the chance to report his whereabouts.

 Unfortunately, his luck with hunter encounters seems to have soured, for one day within the Wildspire, Evans was getting ready to return back to his cliffside nest. As he was doing so, an barrage of arrows hits his side. Thankfully, due to his now calloused scales and the launched projectiles weren't charged, Evans is only left with a few scratch marks. Evans turns towards the direction the arrow came from and sees for Bow users, weapons drawn and ready for another attempt. 

 Not wanting to become a pin cushion, Evans shoots out four fireballs, one for each of the light armored assailants. The archers don't move, still charging up their weapons. 'These arrogant clowns really want to take on a fireball in direct collision. Fine by me, saves a lot of energy.' However, Evans expected outcome didn't come to pass, as four more hunters, this time in heavy armor and equipped with tower shields, interfere, casing the Potent fire blasts to do no substantial damage. As Evans was about to use his now perfected booger bombs, he heard something that made him pause, a chill running up his spine.

'Is that... a melody!? that means-!' Lifting his head in the direction of the sounds, Evans' worries had come to pass. Emerging from behind a large boulder is a man. Normally, Evans wouldn't be concerned as he seemed as if the wind would carry him away at the slightest breeze. But the object in his hands had made him a real threat in Evans eyes.

 A hunting horn. and not just any hunting horn, but one made of deviljho parts. This confirmed two things for Evans. The first being that the hunter Infront of him has large connections, as he doesn't believe that this hunter with noodle arms would have THAT much strength to hunt down the always hungry creature. The second being a likely aliment has infected the hunter, as his weapon, the Devil's Maestro if his game knowledge is still intact, not only has a song to boost attack greatly, but also one for defense and healing, making him an all round support.

 Having finished his performance, [The Maestro], also known as Sullivan von skyblue, declares, "In the name of the house of the azure bird, we WILL subdue this anjanath! Archers, target the legs of the beast while the shield bearers draw its attention!" Under the orders of their team leader, the archers, now empowered by the attack melody, release their charged arrows. Hairs rising from the threat of the arrows, Evans leaps backwards, and is glad he did. For not only were the arrows boosted by the song, but also had water energy imbued into them, as evidenced by the puddle created by the arrows.

 Evans doesn't get to rest long however, for now the armored defenders make their way over to him. Half attempt to poke Evans with their lance while the others try to stun him by slamming their shields into his face. Evans kicks the two trying to poke him, launching them into the archers, who didn't move, as if they thought themselves as only sentry guns. Watching them fall along with the two shield hunters, a smirk plays on Evans face as he thinks 'Dumbasses. Augh!' His smugness doesn't last long though as the other shields slam into his face, forcing him to close his eyes. Sullivan, seizing the chance, swings his weapon upwards into Evans' chin. As a note plays out, Evans head rocks upwards, the heft of Sullivan's hunting horn being evident 'How is he evening swinging the damn thing in the first place!? oh, right melodies...I HATE THEM!'  "Foul beast, this is what you get for standing in my-WOAH!" Sullivan, attempting to gloat, is interrupted, as Evans uses the momentum of the swing to backflip, snout touching the ground and tail racing forward as a makeshift mace. Thinking fast, Sullivan swings the horn in his hands.

Clang!

 Tail and weapon collide, both being pushed back, with Evans gaining the advantage as he rolls further out of reach. The hunting group gathers up ready to support their leader. 'Alright you wanna play? NO PROBLEM!' Evans, now face, to face with 9 hunters, releases the dorsal fins on his back, with his nose ridge puffing out. Then, to the contempt of the hunters, he rushes forward.

"HAH! look its desperate now." an archer said

"It must be tired already. Some ferocious wyvern this is!" a shields man sarcastically remarks 

 The hunters all begin to gloat, however, Sullivan looks on. "Something doesn't seem right though. Wait... does it want to? SHIT, fall back!" As if realizing something, Sullivan shouts out a warning, however it comes to late. As Evans drew near, Flames began to fly from his mouth. However, instead of shooting out fireballs, the torrent stays Infront of Evans. Then, to the horror of the hunting group, Evans becomes engulfed in flames, sill rushing at them, alive and well.

 What Evans has just done is replicate the move [Flare Blitz]. Evans got this idea as he was going through his memories of his past life and realize 'why can't I do that?' And so with the idea in mind, Evans spent the two years through trial and error on how to surround himself in fire without burning himself. The first time he tried this, he burnt off the hairs on his back though, so he made sure to avoid fully surrounding himself in a wall of flames. To his delight though, he found that he was unharmed thanks to his naturally fire resistant scales, likely fueled by the energy in his flame sac.

 And now through his efforts we come to the situation now, with a group of pale - faced group of hunters coming face to face with a fireball with two gleaming eyes full of malice.

The ground shakes as a massive mushroom cloud of smoke erupts from the center of the wasteland, sending debris and small creatures alike flying.