[center][color=yellow][h3]Mad World[/h3][/color]
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Though at any moment Souta absolutely felt as though the lambent swarm of yellow-green could sweep him away like a riptide and drown him in the depths, he counted his lucky stars that it appeared to be acting more deliberately.  He'd already swung a Trawler as the first portion of the swarm descended to condense itself into the shape a biped armed with melee weapons, and his attack dispersed it before it fully formed.  This meant, unfortunately, that the majority of the glowflies were knocked around rather than crushed to death.  [color=teal]”Annoying,”[/color] he remarked as the body began to reform and at least four more started to take shape.  [color=teal]”Can't get a preemptive strike in.  Brute force only works when they're packed in real tight.”[/color]  No sooner was the observation made than the first enemy construct attacked.  It raised its axelike weapons, which pretty much amounted to extensions of its body, above its head as it ran forward.  This time, Souta's flailing fishhook carved the construct's torso from its waist, but he realized that physical force alone would not behoove him.  He sent out his second Trawler imbued with water in an overhead swing.  It sliced straight down the reforming swarm's body, and when it hit the rocky ground, it exploded in a miniature geyser.  Waterlogged, the glowflies lost formation and collapsed into a feebly struggling bug puddle.  The sight might have been amusing if only Souta could spare the time to focus on it.  [color=teal]”Couple hundred down,”[/color] he murmured wryly.  [color=teal]”Couple trillion to go, maybe.”[/color]

A sideways sweep stalled the next wave of enemies, but rather than continue his defense, Souta was forced to shift his attention as several lance-shaped swarms shot his way.  What they had in spades for speed they lacked in turning, though, so only the first one landed a hit—ripping away a small strip from his pants as he attempted to dodge.  By then the humanoids were closing in again, so the smith resumed his momentum to spin around and rake both Trawlers into them.  Yet again, he found himself distracted.  This time, the shape of a bird swooped toward him, diving like a falcon, with the apparent intent to pierce through him.  Water manifested from his hood into a makeshift barrier sprayed out in a trail behind his moving arm, countering the avian threat with just enough force to rob it of its lethality and soaking the bugs thereafter.  With that problem dealt with, Souta resumed his fight with the humanoids, during which he discovered that a few more bestial foes were headed his way as well.  The various missiles headed his way didn't stop, either.  There would be no rest, it seemed, for the wicked.

Meanwhile, a certain intrepid hellhound engaged in a campaign of island hopping.  Staying one just ahead of his many, many pursuers, he navigated the vast, three-dimensional array of floating stone slabs with a singular goal in mind.  The eye of the sky titan Ourakekem soon shifted slightly, moving from the battle unfolding to the beast approaching.  One could not imagine the wheels turning inside the head of this bizarre, alien being, but it certainly looked as though it watched with critical consideration.  A brief, low whistle echoed through the air, and the swarm ceased its haphazard pursuit of Fenn to reconvene elsewhere while he was obliged to take a longer route according to what stepping stones were available.  Very soon after, a great amount of them converged on the final platform, newly rotated by Ourakekem's psychic power to be face-up.  They clumped together to form the shape of a [url=http://orig00.deviantart.net/6de5/f/2010/364/c/d/cd78e485fbeb57a16b6fb9050478e3ab-d360dmh.jpg]vile monster, replete with eyes, tendrils, and spikes[/url], to stand in its way.  Only one vigorous leap behind this facsimile Levimalis lay the sky titan's eyes, a vast green moon silhouetting the hivemind nightmare that, for Fenn, might or might not be a worthy foe.