[@Patches][@Flamelord][@CyanideSweetie]
Bounding from one piece to another, Lenier’s jet of flame struck the skeletal beast head on, blue flames causing white bone to bubble up, cancerous growths emerging upon bone even as its own regeneration kept up. In the few moments they were airborne, the Daybreaker and the monster looked as if they were at a standstill, the organic-decomposing flames and the deathless regeneration refusing to give way, but that tie was broken by a golden ballista, smashing into the side of the being. The size of a tree, the flying log easily bisected the monster, a heavy crash sounding as it pierced through the adjacent building.

Another arrow whizzed by Lenier, grazing and cutting into his back, but that small annoyance was nothing compared to the rubble that fell upon the three Daybreakers after their fleshy bodies slapped against the ground.

And, for a moment, at least, it was quiet.

[i]CRACK.[/i]

Was it just the sound of the mangled body of Io dragged itself out of the concrete slabs that pummeled her into a pulp?

[@Eleos]
No, it was something else.

By the time the Demon of Progress had made it to the scene of the fight, the bones in her fingers had long mended themselves, leaving only red viscera still clinging onto her knuckles. The dust at the scene of the battle still remained, the weak-willed winds that blew through the abandoned metropolis not sufficient in dispersing the clouds, but standing there, the terrible form of the anomaly they faced was clear in front of her.

It had put down its roots.

A mere shadow still, the manifold branches of the monster reached for the Scarlet Moon, a white tree growing greater and greater at an exponential rate. With no flames to hinder its regenerative capabilities, and no defined ‘shape’ to put a stopper on how much it grew, more and more branches pulsated outwards, while thick, knobbed roots pushed down and out, pushing aside rubble and fracturing cement.

There was no longer any remnant of the scavenger that the scepter once was. Nothing but a glint of metal hanging from a lower branch, iron gleaming crimson.

[@Rune_Alchemist]
Despite her survival and her charge, there was still no sense of urgency within the movements of the skeletal hulk. A low reaction speed? No experience with Daybreakers before? Or just a general apathy? Regardless, at Cerise’s charge, it raised one fist and swung it down.

Beneath her feet, the ground quaked as the road shifted upwards, dirt and powdered stone bursting up like a geyser as the wide slab worked like a seesaw, one end pushed deep into the dirt while the other end rose, sending Cerise airborne at the same time that the mighty blow of the Tyrant caused it to ascend.

There was little room for mobility in space, and it was clear to Cerise that she was now on a collision course with the skeletal juggernaut.

And yet, all Versomme did was drive her on further, the burn of digestive acids eating at her more rational thoughts.