The jotun swung at the Uruz rune, teeth bared and hands wreathed in crimson fire. The creature was in no hurry to abandon its cover, especially with one of its attackers separated from the rest. 

That changed when the sound of footsteps crashing into the kitchen reached its ears and several shots thudded into the floor. The world eater hesitated, looking back and forth in something approaching alarm.

Outside, Oren stood, steely gaze toward the house. The place was falling apart. Keeping it upright was only going to deplete what little she had to work with. Uruz was going to have to look after herself now. 

With the call over from Ansuz, Oren hurried round to the left side, listening over the roar of the fire.

Wait for it-

CRASH!

The wall of the house exploded as the grey shade of the jotun shot through the storm of rubble, trailing fire behind it. Bits of scorched brick and plaster flew in all directions, and Oren took off at a sprint right across the path of the wall of destruction that was the world eater. Just as she crossed in front of it, the Isa Rune dropped into a slide,  her hands contacting the ground and raising a slick of ice in her wake.   

The jotun hit it with a burst of steam, and its feet were ripped from under it, heavy body slamming into the asphalt and beginning to liquify the tar.  Oren sprang up on the other side, shouting as she extinguished the fire on the sleeve of her coat. 
[color=6ecff6]"Sowilo! Suppress the fire! Rest of you, fracture points on its body are its weak spots! Aim f-"[/color]
Isa cut off as a swipe from a the downed jotun forced her to spring back, narrowly avoiding a blow that would have shattered her knees. 
The thing was getting up, they had very little time.