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Debris and dust rained upon Valor on impact before settling into a light snowfall, marring the black of Valor’s body with sandy streaks of grey. It had been administering the sentence not moments ago, only for the beast to absorb the punishment in the most literal sense - reshaping its body like clay and using itself as a living fulcrum to turn Valor’s spear into a springboard as it launched the crusader away.

Crashing with a sound loud enough to blanket even the opera of screams, shouts and destruction in the warehouse, Valor - perhaps due to its newly acquired mortal vessel - couldn’t help but note that a normal human’s insides would almost certainly be reduced to paste from the speed velocity of such a collision.

A fist burst through the sheets of corrugated, rusted metal that had piled atop Valor. It, thankfully, was far from mortal. Merely inconvenienced by the destruction and ready for round two.

[colour=SteelBlue]“[b]RESISTANCE OF SENTENCE.[/b]”[/colour] Valor dryly noted, its eyes flashing for a moment as if tallying up an internal list of violations.

Stomping out of its crater, the justice-driven knight did measure the beast with fresh eyes. Administering the sentence would not be quite as cut-and-dry as it had assumed. This understanding was not brought about by fear, that was an emotion solely for the guilty. It was done with pragmatism, the sooner this beast was felled the sooner judgement of the others could commence.

Speaking of…

[quote][color=8A2BE2]“-If we get everyone, and I mean everyone, to hit that thing at the same time, and hard, we can slow it down while it adapts to the different attacks.”[/color]

[color=e77fbf]"But what can we do? Kari?"[/color][/quote]

Valor considered the whimpering debate. Overtaxing the creature’s shifting biology may work, yes. Better still, it was an option that did not involve this beast escaping proper punishment. A dour looking girl with black hair had the right idea, using some unseen force to hurl nearby objects at the beast. Ineffective and overly-emotional though these children may be, they may make themselves of some minor use. Albeit, with some encouragement.

[colour=SteelBlue]”[b]FEAR AND MERCY HAVE MADE YOU WEAK,[/b]”[/colour] Valor stated, not even deigning to look down at Kari, Ella, Lynn and Nora as it spoke. Instead, its “eyes” never left its quarry and its arms extended outward again.

[colour=SteelBlue]”[b]STEEL YOUR MINDS AND HEARTS. LEST THE DISEASE CONSUME YOU.[/b]”[/colour] It added, cold and critical yet intended as some kind of encouragement.

Then, as if in emphasis, a fiery axe materialized in one hand and a flaming sword appeared in the other. Valor theorised that, if the creature’s form-shifting healing could be tired out, giving it multiple injuries of varying depth and intensity would further tax it.

Booming footsteps once more echoed through the warehouse as the knight did not await its allies of convenience to find their courage. There was justice to mete out.