There were a great deal of noises that came from the pile, and each one put Elysium more on edge. It resisted the urge to rub its rough hands together for comfort, and it resisted the urge to sink back into the background noise of the Hive in its head. It focused, and it watched, and its mouth twisted.

They weren't sure which crunches were old bone and which were the creatures. Even under all the weight, it could still smell the fire and the oil. It growled, and the pile began to shift, and its fingers grew tighter around the femur in its hand.

When it saw a flash of dark fur, the drone struck out, too.

It might have been a risky play, to simply assume that Helion would keep to their word and, moments after declaring what they'd do, actually do it. But, if it worked it worked. Their hit was aimless, but it was heavy; they thought only of trying to strike the dark, half-emerged figure in front of them.

ROUND 3/?

100%

ATTEMPT: interrupt cursed flame
DEFENSE: braced
INJURIES: none

@V-Ruby-One

It had barely managed to manifest a spark when the club came down on it again, this time hitting its mark, which happened to be the arm clawing its way out of the pile. The bone spikes on the arm immediately broke with a loud snap and Helion howled with the pain of it, blood spilling more rapidly from the wound the spell had created. It jerked back, momentarily blinded by agony and its struggles intensified. Magic surged to help, chaos trying to form into another arm to throw the bones off and rip this fool to pieces, but it fizzled out before it could manifest. A drop of thick black saliva fell from its mouth as it heaved, at last clambering out from the ruins of the shelter, multiple spikes broken, armor dented , and black staining spots of its dark fur.

It breathed heavily, shaking with fury and hatred as it struggled back to its feet. Violence churned in its stomach, chaos rolled through its veins hot like lightning, every hair on its body raised. It was a second away from completely losing all control, all reason, to become a snarling, feral beast, unleashing everything in a wild, violence assault.

ROUND 3/?

70%

ATTEMPT: Trying to smack at Elysium but failing
DEFENSE: a few spikes and armor pieces left, but currently prone
INJURIES: back hurting, bruised and bleeding

@Elysium