The pain from the falling bricks doesn't register when Howler sees Rosary's body go limp in front of the wall. Rosary is Howler's first friend - Howler's only friend. His eyes flash to the Statue, it is nearly destroyed. For something that was completely still just a little while ago, it has done so much damage.

"Rosary! Are you okay?" The equine seems dazed and hurt. Its at this point Howler wishes he could do more.

Howler stays near Rosary - if only to distract the statue should it choose to approach them - and feels his magic spark. There's something new - Howler has not used this spell before. One of the conjured wisps is hurled toward the Statue - Howler hopes it does enough damage to finish it off.

@Rosary

Relic could not grin anymore. She did not have lips - but you could hear the wild, toothy smile in her voice as she cheered for Plover as xey took her place on the statue's head. "YEAHHH! GEDDEM!"

It was time to finish this, and she was so ready. She wanted this thing deader than dead. She wanted the final blow. But considering how many Gembound here shared that desire, she'd probably have to settle for a... second, third, fourth? How many of them were whaling on it again?

It was going to happen anyways, unfortunately. She readied an offense, but was knocked roughly aside by a stray fist. It was enough to throw her backwards, airbourne, and she tumbled to the floor again with an oof.

Oddly, it didn't hurt quite as hard as she was expecting. That, and she felt a small dent in her helmet, despite it barely touching the ground in her fall.

A jolt of foot against stone, and the ruby in Plover's hand comes loose with enough force to nearly send xem tumbling off of the statue and onto the floor. Which is a course that xe was heading for anyway, but on xir own terms, all right? Xe isn't letting go until xe gets to make another victorious cry, spurred on by someone shouting from below: "I GODDEM!!!"

Which is to say: DUTY COMPLETE!

Plover kicks off from the statue between its bouts of flailing death throes, landing with a little less grace than xe would like to have done so, but ultimately not falling flat on xir face is a win that xe will take. Ducking beneath a stony fist, xe bolts for xir axe first, then for xir dad— not for safety, but reassurance because xe surely has fully "gotten it" and defeated the statue. For the most part.

Everyone else can take care of the rest while xe makes sure that xir dad's gonna all right. It's only fair after the times that he's helped xem out with anything at all...

Xe holds up the ruby like a trophy when xe gets to Attikias, cheering with little acknowledgement for the statue still trying to stomp around and defend itself from the finishing blow, "LOOK! Look! I took its eyeball, so it's gonna die!" ... PROBABLY! "Bubby and I took care of 'biz-ee-nuss'."

@Attikias

Naskarra didn't even have time to process her mistake before she was flying. She slammed into the far wall, her neck snapping back to knock her head hard against stone. Pain bloomed all over. She flopped to the floor, limp, head ringing. Naskarra lay there, long enough one might think she'd been knocked out cold. But she rose in a lashing bout of fury, each time inflaming her bruises, each ache of muscle pushed making her more and more unreasonably angry. Running on shock and adrenaline, Naskarra charged the statue again blindly. It was through sheer coincidence that she'd avoided the debris in her mad pursuit.

Naskarra lashed out at the statue with whatever she could. Teeth, claws, tail, body, head. It was uncoordinated and sloppy, but she wasn't thinking past the red in her eyes. She did not recognize the death throes of the statue in her rage, only her desire to see it put down guided her. Her uncoordinated attack left her useless in this moment: only scraping its stone hide, and likely putting herself in danger once more. As if in confirmation, a backswing glanced her side, knocking the valkhound into the ground once more.

Attikias winced in sympathy at the bird-person hitting the statue with their foot; that must have hurt. People were avoiding rocks left and right, and... there was Plover, wrenching out the golem's ruby like a prize. It was a prize, and one that thoroughly surprised Attikias at that; it was enough to give him pause and stare, adrenaline still in his head but shock wearing it out.

With brows together and an uncertain smile on his face, Attikias did his best to take hold of one of Plover's free biceps and tug xem closer, side-stepping halfway between xem and the statue.

"Cool, good work bud. Celebrate after you make sure it's dead— watch out!" He did his best to shove Plover aside (which was a bit like shoving a brick wall) before being knocked right into xyr muscles and subsequently bounded off and fell flat to the floor. "Shit! I'm fine!" Mostly fine... He still had to wince and hiss under his breath, rubbing at his lower back where he'd hit stone.

It was a miracle that nothing was broken, but all Rosary could register was pain pain pain shooting through her limbs and sides, every scrape and scratch on her exposed muscles, each cut on her thin, wispy skin. She lay there, shocked for a moment, barely registering that Howler was standing close to her, and then she began to weep. "Ow," she sobbed. "It hurtssss. It HUUUURTS!" She flailed for a moment, but then went still. Howler was in front of her.

Howler would protect her...right?

She cried a bit and curled up. She didn't want to get hurt again. And she didn't want Howler to get hurt. If she charged in again, she would...mess it up. Again. She didn't want Howler to worry. So she made herself as small as a giant horse valkhound could, and waited out the death throes of the statue.

@Howler

Oh shoot. They had done a real number on the thing, and now it was starting to lash out violently. Hunter scrambled back, frantic. He tripped on a bit of debris, stumbling on to the ground and catching a few scratches. The statue's thrashing crashed into him and knocked him away, gasping for breath.

Okay. Okay, he was alright. He could still breathe-- no broken ribs or anything. His bicolored eyes searched the chaotic fray, looking for Plover... Plover, who was right up in the thick of things still. Right in danger. He hadn't gotten out of the way, hadn't retreated. And their dad, where was Attikias...?

Hunter caught sight of Attikias, not too far away from where the others were. There was so much motion it was hard to make sense of a lot of it. Plover's fat body hit the ground again, and was scrambling toward Attikias, and that made Hunter scramble to his feet as well.

He rushed back toward the combat, fur bristling. His father howled for Plover to watch out, and Hunter was already there, moving to put his body between his family and the statue, raising his spear and forearms to block any blow that might come their way.

Winded and gasping for breath, he barely managed to get himself in position to be a living shield for them.

Holed up in a little crevice, all Conleth could really do is sit and wait for the chaos to be over. He could only see tiny glimpses of the chaos outside, but the cacophonous sound of crashing rock and rubble practically rattled his whole body. His wings rustled closer for comfort.

Slowly but surely the thuds of the rampaging statue slowed down, becoming stuttered and struggling. He would only dare to emerge from his hiding spot when the statue FINALLY went quiet.