@lmpkioVengeance at Arcadia-2
Erupting from the ground and finding no gore coating his body and drills, Megalon was confused before pain and rage completely overtook his thought process when the acid bath came down upon him and started to melt his organic parts and corrode his cybernetics; fortunately his instinct was quick enough to use his nigh-indestructible drills to cover his face, keeping his vision from being compromised. The two Hybrids could see that while the acid wasn't quite as effective as they had both hoped, the rather telling dent on Megalon's lower left side confirms that the beetle's exoskeleton wasn't as hard as Anguirus' shell. As Megalon smoldered, sections of his exoskeleton suddenly fold out and open before steam violently sprays out of them with a high-pitched whine not unlike a train's steam boiler would make. When Megalon stops using his drills to cover his face, the two would be greeted to what looks like the inside of a Blast Furnace behind his mandibles a moment before a high-speed gout of superheated plasma explodes out of his maw and straight towards Godzilla and Biollante's feet; they had little time to question why the beetle would aim down instead of the center of mass, but the extreme heat; hot enough to near-instantly evaporate the acid coating Megalon just from mere convection would mean that he didn't need to be so precise to do severe damage, as evidenced when the asphalt next to them flash-boils, causing it to explode and spray molten material everywhere like shrapnel. Should the both of them dodge, Megalon will direct his plasmic fire towards the object of his undying hatred: Godzilla.
@Wraithblade6Conqueror's Camp
Nonchalantly dodging Satsuki's sailing form with the barest minimum of movement, Gigan clicks his metallic beak out of frustration towards both the Conquerors and himself for letting such a security breach take place. Seeking to prevent the fool from escaping and hoping to get a piece of him, literally; Gigan swiftly made his way towards the intruder, only to slow down his pace to a casual stroll when he saw him get telekinetically restrained by the Cyborg psychic. One would think that something like this would make the assassin lax, but it only made him ever more alert... He can never be too sure unless the intruder was bereft of all attempts at escaping.