As much fun as it would be to get inside and slap the bitch out of him now that he's reeling, there's a time and place for unnecessary grandstanding. Admittedly, that's most times and most places, but the furious death throes of a building-wrecking behemoth demand a bit of caution. You bring the club back up to your shoulder and pour on the hurt.
Amygdala's panicked weave takes his mangled head out of the firing line, but it's not enough to save the handful of arms that detonate at the shoulder and send him staggering back. As you wait for your weapon to cool, you see his eyes bulge and head twitch in familiar fashion. Before you finish tensing for a defensive leap, however, the expected beam misfires, sputtering and exploding just feet from its source.
"There's a pill for that," you mutter before firing again. Amygdala's massive legs give out on him beneath the onslaught and his final, desperate reach falls well short. Good thing, too; the offending hand carried a spatial distortion of some sort that gave you a headache just looking at it.
The once-great Breaker of Loran lies before you in a ravaged heap, unbroken will straining to move a broken body. For the sake of proper humiliation, you store the club and retrieve a bevy of explosive bayonets. You rear back to throw a bushel big enough to blow his head clean off that toothpick neck like a dandelion, then hesitate.
"Ye're fine with dyin' like this? No trash talk? No futile assertions o' yer divinity? Gimme somethin'."
Amygdala pulls what's left of his head clear of the rubble it's ensconced in and raises it as high as he can.
WON'T GIVE YOU THE SATISFACTION.
"Fair enough."
You throw. The mighty form stiffens, then collapses like a marionette as the last traces of the explosion drift away through the moonlit ruins.
PREY SLAUGHTERED
There's no trace of the eight-legged asswipe, neither sight nor sound. Eh, with that chrome dome, he shouldn't be too hard to find later on. You get the angle on the moonlight right and you could use him as a lighthouse. Ebrietas could probably spot him a mile-
Oh shit.
You shelve your thoughts on practical applications for little bald-headed twats and haul ass towards the recon team, taking care not to trip on the massive quantities of debris you left behind. Sadly, it looks as though no levers were caught in the crossfire.
Partway there, Ebrietas swoops past you at a terrific pace, gunning towards Oedon Chapel with Steffon and two Churchmen cradled in her hands. Her battered right wing struggles to keep her level and the stump of the same side's tentacle trails blood. You soldier on, shoving your fatigue into a metaphorical locker until it learns not to bother you with when you're busy.
The sight of three Mediocre Ones, all dead, greets you as you round the corner to face the School of Mensis' chapel hideout. One's head sports an entry and exit wound you could fit your whole torso through, while another is riddled with both arrows and smoking, fist-size holes all along its body. The third, also sporting an assortment of new piercings, looks as though it was rammed into an industrial-sized wood chipper face-first. You make sure to give each of the bodes a solid kick as you navigate through the tangle of dead limbs.
Eileen is seated against the wall, taking massive breaths with her mask in her hands. Two Churchmen whose names you didn't know lie beside her, clearly dead, and you can hear what sounds like another two looking around inside.
"Ye alright?" you ask Eileen. She looks up at you and tries to speak through her exhaustion, eventually settling for a thumbs-up. Her heavy cloak sports multiple gouges, though the exposed skin seems untouched. Blood vials may be bullshit, but they're useful bullshit.
Alexandria steps out from within the building, visibly limping. As she gives you a bow, you note that her left arm ends in a stump.
"All hostiles eliminated, Father Anderson. Ebrietas is taking Steffon, Andrew, and Elise to Doctor Iosefka for treatment of injuries that blood vials alone can't repair. Tobias and Soren fell in battle. Both fought bravely."
"Everyone did," Eileen manages to gasp. Alexandria staggers to her side and works to help get her breathing under control.
"Alex beat one of them with her stump," says Johnathan as he steps into the open. "Saw the whole thing."
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