Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours
[@VitaVitaAR][@Click This][@AzureKnight][@Pyromania99][@Sniblet]
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The greater beast was not longed to remain.

Astreya was the first to make use of the opening as it flopped onto the ground, its massive weight falling onto the earth. The hook of her hammer cut into the beasts hide, a deep puncture wound, molten blood spilling from the wound. It shrieked once more, attempting to roll over to crush the Krysa girl, but as it moved the hammer would only rip a deep gash into its tarry, tough flesh causing more blood to spill and quickly cool onto the ground.

Senya, would level her weapon near the creatures frontside. Though it lacked any visible facial features or any sort of ‘head’ beyond the gaping hole between its shoulders that was now seemingly full of much cooler molten stone now…well, if it bleeds, you can kill it as they say, and this thing was most certainly bled.


Lightning crackled as she channeled the magical ability latent in most maid weaponry, the bullets ripping into its inside, making more and more holes in its interior and causing more and more liquid fire to leak from its body. A final act of defiance would see it raise its arm, feebly slam its arm right into Senya’s body, shoving her backwards from its strength, but it’d do nothing more than singe her dress and leave her a bit bruised.

As soon as its arm hit the ground again, it was over.

The creature's body began to deflate as the last of the lava left its interior, its body collapsing in on itself as its body began to just turn into a massive pile of sludge and sickly smelling goo.

A small victory, but…just how many more of these things were here, was the question?


As the Krysa and Dark elf would wrap up their fight, they’d notice their three compatriots still locked in combat with the High Demon who was manically cackling.


“Seal? No no, I’m going to kill all but one of you. Dismember, feast, eat, rip and tear! I’ll drag the other back to use as my personal plaything, ehehe! That’s the only thing you mortals are good for as our entertainment you weaklings!”

The demon for now, ignored Katherine’s dolls, the demon moving far to fast to even think about hitting with a simple melee attack. The fire of rifles once more, didn’t seem to bother it, ducking and weaving, using its tendrils to pull itself in a completely random seeming direction in order to avoid getting shot, but it would still end up right in front of Polina.

“Tsk, one of you bugs managed to sting me.” She’d hiss as she’d land in front of Polina’s hastily constructed wall. Some of Lucrecia’s throwing daggers had managed to impale the demon, but she merely casually pulled them from her body, none too bothered by the injuries. “Oh well, I’ll just have to return the favor!”

The tendrils grew and writhed, growing in size as they started taking the form of individual mouths…

“...Ah?”

It was then, the little demon became quite aware of the tank hurtling towards them. Right on top of both her and Polina.

“What the fu-” A foul word barely cut off as the tanks barrage of parachutes seemed to do little to stop its quick descent. The demon immediately changed course, changing its attention from Polina towards the tank bearing down on them, giving her enough time to clear the landing zone. The demon's tendrils latched onto the bottom of the tank as it neared, the small demon roaring with fury as the tank’s incredible weight bore down on her.

For a few seconds, the demon looked as though she was going to be crushed, not even the strength of all of her extra tendrils able to stop the crushing weight of the tank. While the tank and demon were in a stalemate, though, the gleeful laughter of a certain former Krysan military officer could be heard from within just as the hatch to the tank's driver seat opened, and out came Leoniya climbing out and observing the area.

"Ahhahah! How do you like that warm Krysan Greeting demon!" Upon not seeing the demon in question, her ears fell a bit flat, seemingly disappointed. "...zhdat, where is the demon?"