[center][h1][color=red]Henry Olin & Miriam grant[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Henry turned around, feeling the light tap, to see an aggressor just... [i]floating[/i] there. His eyes shot to the side and he saw Kayla holding her hand out, more than likely concentrating. What was she doing... Oh OH THATS what she did. Henry released a roar, grabbing the creature by it's head and wrenching it forward, grabbing it by it's leg despite it's fiery skin, tore the creature's head off. He placed the skull in his maw and promptly bit down. After a second or so, the skull collapsed on itself with a gut wrenching crunch. Remaining aggressors stepped back, appalled by a ferocity, a lack of care, a lack of humanity that even they themselves did not have. In their hesitance however, Henry had used the body as a baseball bat, crumpling another two aggressors like a house of cards. Henry was about to attack another, when it's head was suddenly blown out in front of him. The body crumpled to the ground and his head gazed upwards to the source. The denizen that had caused this, on the roof, it was helping them. Henry nearly smiled, but in the absence of attention, he was sent to the ground by six or seven heavy caliber rounds, which blew holes in his armor and re-inflicted the damage he had compensated for by eating. He pushed himself slowly upwards and looked over his shoulder, before an impossibly painful burst of electricity fried the little armor he had on his stomach. There were two aggressors, heads and shoulders above the others. Huge beings nearly as large as himself. One had a conducting rod of some kind and crackled with electricity in all places, while the other was huge and as muscular as himself, wielding a chain gun. The sources of his suffering no doubt. [hr] [center][color=red]MINIBOSSES [h2]SPARKY & HEAVY[/h2][/color][/center] [hr] The one with the chain gun turned around, and unleashed hell upwards at the foreman, who threw himself behind cover as to not become swiss cheese. Miriam, seeing this, shot from the sky and over to the denizen's location, letting out an excess of smog as she flew, enshrouding the battlefield in a smokey fog. The aim was to mainly limit the heavy's vision, and keep that chain gun to a short rang where it was mostly ineffective. She landed, hitting the ground and rolling next to the foreman. She took one look at him and frowned. "Give me that!" she snarled, ripping the weapon from the foreman's hands and pulling herself out from behind cover. She leaned into the shot, like her uncle had always said. She searched the ground, seemingly completely unaffected by the smog, as if she could see through it, and fired. The gun fell from her hands, as she was unused to the kickback. The denizen, seeing this, swiftly took the gun back and dove behind cover. There was a sound of pain, and suddenly more heavy duty shots were fired upwards in their direction blindly. Miriam, unable to get herself out of the way in time, had half her face blown off. Her body fell backwards, her body landing roughly on the room. The denizen seems to mutter something along the lines of 'idiot' in it's own languages, but was able to mouth off no more as smog from the air was pulled back to her body, reforming on what was left of her face and reconstructing. Miriam sat up, and shook her head. She looked at the denizen for a moment, who seemed genuinely surprised, and then wiggled her eyebrows. "Glad I'm on your team?" she said, knowing full well it didn't understand her. She stood up and pointed her hands down at the ground again, and shot out bursts of fiery red, grey, and orange fire/smoke balls down to the ground below. "Kayla!" Henry's voice roared, his voice hoarse but strong. "Do what you just did to sparky! Keep it's hands off me, I cant take much more!" Henry shouted, before charging forward in the position the large aggressors had just been before the smog rolled in. His armor was near shot and it was a miracle he was still functioning, but he was. He was a killing machine, and a machine operated until it couldn't operate any more. When he caught sight of his target, it had it's arm up, shielding it's head and aiming the other at the roof as if it were about to fire off another bolt of energy at the source of it's suffering. Henry didn't care though, instead he plowed into the aggressor shoulder first intent on tackling it and pile driving the monster, only for more pain to shoot up through his body and for his leg muscles to seize up. His inertia caused him to still smash into the aggressor and still throw it several feet backwards, but he fell again, in pain and somewhat seizing. The other was being taken care of by the others it seemed. A rare lucky break. But that thing had electrical [i]skin[/i]! How was he supposed to fight tha- He still had the body of the aggressor Kayla had killed in his grasp. He could beat it to death with that but... He couldn't fight with it. It was a body, not a sword. Like a giant war club that wasn't made of metal or wood and more of just crumpled when it hit rather than bashed. A far inferior weapon to the conductor rod. He pulled himself to his knees and stood up again. "Kayla I could really use your help right now!" [hr] [@Empour]