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H A M M E R   O F   T H E   A R M Y -[]- Rogart Hendrickson -[]- J U N E   6

In his arms, the slender form of Olivia awoke, and she gently patted his back. He gently set her down onto the dirt just as the writhing, putrid monster burst forth from the ground ahead of them.

Almost immediately, his companions reacted. Monika drove forward, her sword singing a song of icy death as she carved into the Mordrem's side. It roared and thrashed about as she carved two deep gouges and swiftly retreated. Nicholas pounced right after, slicing a circular gash in its flesh. The creature roared in pain as it was hurt, and Rogart pressed the advantage. The Mordrem steadied itself and charged, clods of dirt and mud flying everywhere. Rogart charged forward and pulled his hammer from his back, his hand swiftly turning the catch on its handle to pull the mace from within it. The hammer head unfolded into a broad shield as he met its charge, while his spirits of earth and stone built around him. The Mountain and the Mordrem met in a resounding clash of force, but the heavyset man held his ground and pushed the giant beast back with a bash to the face from his shield.

In a split second, he had the advantage. The beast reeled back from the strike, and Rogart quickly reassembled his warhammer and called upon his spirit of lightning, even as his stone skin crumbled away and dissipated into his body. His hammer crackled with energy as he wound up and swung down onto its head, and his spirit discharged its energy with a loud snap-crackle. With his sheer strength, the beast crumpled to the ground and struggled to regain its footing as Rogart retreated back to where his companions were. Countless hours spent training with Eric had prepared him for this.

He was not going to fail.

N E X U S   R E A C T O R -[]- Eric Wormwood -[]- J U N E   6

The lesser Mordrem charged, and the veritable army that stood next to the Guardians tore them apart. Eric handled several with ease; clawed hands that sought to drive themselves into his heart were avoided with a quick step, and lives ended with the point of his rapier through their chests. His left hand consistently held behind his back. The epitome of poise in a battle. Graceful and deadly. Yet, there was something...amiss. He didn't know what it was, but he had a gut feeling that his friend Rogart would've called plokhoye chuvstvo. Bad vibes. Something that would go wrong.

He ignored it as the drove of Mordrem thinned and died. Ollie, the young man with a bow, was first forward to the Reactor, pushing its doors open to step inward. Eric followed suit, his dress shoes clacking sharply on the cold metal floor of the Reactor interior. He took a few more steps forward as three orbs of bright light formed around him. One burst forth into a brilliant orange flame, another crackled to life with small bolts that jumped to nearby metal, and the last shone with a luminescence matched only by the glows of other spirits. Ruinga. His little glowing spirit orbs. Eric strode forward as the orbs orbited around his body, lighting up the way while he sheathed his rapier.

"Well, friends. I have the light. Shall we proceed?"

Rogart sets Olivia down and encounters Gastridamon. He stops its charge against his companions with the help of THE MOUNTAIN, briefly gaining [+Shell], [+Protect], [+Lancet] and [+Empower (Sentinel)]. Then he fights back with a shield bash, and then reforms his warhammer and summons THOR, before delivering a downward hit to its head, giving it [-Imperil] as well as an electric shock.

Eric fights off lesser Mordrem while advancing with the group towards the Reactor. Once in, he steps past Ollie and Ruinga comes to life by itself, orbiting around him and lighting their surroundings with their light.
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