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For the moment, the wooziness and nausea troubling Souta prevented him from taking action, but his allies pulled themselves together quickly enough to make the first move in this sudden skirmish.  Even as they surged forth to attack, the smith was determined to recover and lend a hand.  Water swirled around one of his hooks, and he lay the metal against his forehead to douse himself in the refreshing liquid.  In his mind, athletes always soaked their faces with water whenever they needed a quick pick-me-up, and this line of thinking seemed to work for him.  Though he still felt a little light-headed, he shook himself off and prepared to join the assault.

Of course, by this time the battle had already begun.  First off the start line was Lily, wreathed in a startlingly ferocious blaze.  A tremendous amount of power concentrated into a singularity of destructive heat between her fingertips, which she then hurled at the enemy.  Unfortunately, they felt that heat as well—from the outset, anyone with half a brain could tell that this would not be an easy fight.  One of them recklessly hurled itself away from the incoming firebomb, landing on its side and rolling back to its feet without losing momentum.  Its opposite on the right simply pounced, crashing toward Wrath.  Lily's fireblast hit the remaining monster straight-on, however, and the violent blossom of red and orange consumed it.

But when the short-lived inferno faded away, the creature still stood, though its metal armor had partially melted and its head looked like a scrapheap.  On its head, the two horns glowed with heat, but rather than dying down like the heat of a blacksmith's newly-smelted metal, it increased in intensity.  All at once, the brilliant, fiery light in its horns vacuumed into its body, and something within the creature changed explosively.  Ports blew open all over the thing, and from them gushed streaming flames.  When it opened its brutalized mouth, napalm dripped out like saliva.  The picture of a charging bull, it careened toward Lily, intent on mashing her into the stony ground.

At the same time, the rightmost beast scrapped with Wrath.  As any good creature would, the monster did not simply stand there and take his punishment, but ducked and dodged around with deceptive speed.  It waited for the Nephilim to leave an opening, which the use of his enormous and slow-moving sword couldn't avoid forever.  When an opportunity presented itself, it punished him for it.  In a controlled circumstance, such a cunning creature would have made for an excellent punching-bag with which to improve oneself, but here it presented a deadly threat.  Of course, Wrath's physical ability and martial prowess did not leave the beast unscathed.  Though swords by nature found a hard counter in metal armor, which could not be cut, Wrath quickly grew better at finding and exploiting chinks in his adversary's shell.  Beneath the metal exterior and under-armor were masses of cables and wires which, bunched-up, passed for black flesh.  Soon, the creature discovered that continuous damage to its flesh was starting to slow it down, which it could not allow to happen.  It hopped back, issuing a low growl as it did so, before bulling forward in a vicious attempt to gore Wrath on its horns.

Monster met monster with tremendous force, but neither the creature nor Fenn gave up an inch of ground.  As one might expect of the machine-animal, it was both extremely heavy and strong.  Fenn's own remarkable strength outmatched his enemy's, but the situation played out like an elephant versus a bulldozer.  One could not truly move the other.  In this scenario, Fenn's wits would be the deciding factor.

That, and one other thing.  Bellowing like a man possessed, Souta charged in from the side.  His Trawlers latched onto the edges of the creature's armor on the opposite side, and with two big tugs the smith vaulted onto the top of the creature.  The next moment the chainhooks ensnared the corners of the beast's mouth, causing it to rumble in anger.  A series of clicks sounded out from inside its head, and very abruptly its horns tilted up and back, moving from a forward-facing to an up-facing position.  The bladelike natural weapons pivoted with such speed that Souta was caught off guard and forced to bring up his water-covered chains to block.  The impact stung his hands but did no other damage, though the instant chain met horn the latter began to glow a brilliant blue.  Ports popped open all along its body as its core began to shine with the same light.  [color=teal]"Yeah?  Nice try!"[/color]  The adrenaline rushing through Souta's veins prevented him from immediately connecting the dots, but by a stroke of luck he switched from his Trawlers to his warhammer Escre, with which he intended to bash away at the creature's face and hopefully give Fenn a good opportunity.  He did not take notice of the pressure building inside the monster's body.