A loud thud echoed through the clearing as Malvossia dropped the large gun she had borrowed from the men on the wall. The eviscerated bodies of the demons laid in pools of their own blood that seeped into the ground and turned the earth to mud. The large gun sunk into this bloody mud a few centimetres and Malvossia's legs were doing much the same. The demoness clenched four fists and placed them upon her wide hips, she stretched her eight legs as far as they would go to gain some height and with great satisfaction observed the battlefield. Had she still possessed a mouth Malvossia would have been smiling wide. Deciding it was time to return to her preferred form she began to will her self to change but stopped as a piercing cry emanated from the forest. She turned towards the sound and could see large plumes of smoke rising from deep within the wooded area. Before she could contemplate the significance a new wave of lesser demons broke from the forest and charged the wall. 

Four hands grabbed a hold of the once-mounted gun and pulled it free from the mud, sending up a shower of bloody mud that coated some of Malvossia's legs. She began to fire the mighty gun, doing her best to absorb the recoil even as it forced her backwards through the now softened ground. The mix of recoil and the fact the weapon was covered in a slippery substance made it much more difficult to aim than it previously was, causing some of the shots to completely miss the demons and slam into trees, blowing them apart. Less effective than it once was or not Malvossia continued to fire until the bullets stopped exploding forth from the gun and she was met with a faint [i]click[/i]. Now empty the gun only served as a large and heavy object, properties Malvossia quickly took advantage of. The demoness produced a length of thick webbing which she quickly took and tied to the gun, using all four arms she swung the gun around her with the length of webbing. As she swung she willed the web to get longer and longer until it was long enough that the gun was able to slam into the approaching hoard. Dozens of demons were sent flying back by the makeshift flail, their broken bodies spinning lifelessly through the air like a thrown rag doll. Malvossia continued to spin her weapon, making the web shorter as the hoard approach so that she could continue to bash away at them. The lesser demons quickly came into range of mounted guns on the wall and the men that operated them opened fire. 

When the demons moved close enough to be fired upon they became difficult to fight with a large flail, so Malvvosia released it from her grip. The massive gun spun through the air whipping the attached strand of web around erratically, tangling around many demons and pulling them along with the aerial artillery. Malvossia charged into the fight, her massive size allowing her to walk over top the demons with ease, each of her 8 pointed legs spearing any unlucky enough to find themselves beneath her deadly gait. Those that did not find themselves beneath her were met with punches that could pierce their flesh , and a spined thorax that emitted a heat that burned even the denizens of hell. 

Malvossia trampled over the demons, slaughtering them with ease as she moved to clear the areas where the guns failed to kill, and laughing all the while.