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Unless the Weapon of Sweetmeat County could look through solid objects, she would have put herself at a disadvantage. It was a foolhardy thing to let the primal nightmare whom the ancients feared as Salmu Pulhu out of sight.
The monster was a thing that kept low to the ground, for rear legs it lacked. Such was its center of gravity and perception, that it could stop on a dime. It did so, halting right in front of the spike shield that had emerged. It knew that trying to crack the shield open would take too long. Trying to dig beneath it? It probably went into the ground like a partially buried sea urchin. So, the relentless horror revealed a taste of its own might and cunning. Its long left arm creaked forth to sieze upon a sturdy spike, and with terrifying strength it would attempt to entirely upheave the partial dome and topsize it backwards, trying to shove and jerk it about with the ferocity of a starved bear assailing an abandoned station wagon. Unless Cia were held in place somehow, she'd end up toppling about inside in a manner most unbefitting that of one trying to charge up a powerful attack.

The Magna Pater was entirely silent as it set about shaking up its victim like a bean in a rattle, a stark contrast to the maddening fervor with which it attacked. It would be a mean feat to maintain the black dust attack overhead when the shield was upside down and being treated like a hamster ball.