Erebus readies Ashrune as he figured that maybe his blade could deal permanent damage to them, lest they may find a way to heal past that.
Looking at Siglos from behind, he had no doubt the Young Everian would survive, knowing a guy similar to him— a friend of his— had the will to do so. If he can, then so does this boy. The same goes for the friends surrounding him, like embers reigniting his heart to once again fulfill his duty.
Darkness congealed around Cain's hand, the woman forming long, thin needles in her hands. She squinted her eyes, the pupils dilating heavily, as if observing the damage from within. She cursed internally for a moment, before letting out a breath. "Right... here..."
"Don't talk, and don't move. If you move while I do this you'll never walk again..." Cain warned, letting out another breath. She took another one of the needles, and began moving down, planting one in the center of Siglos's chest. His shattered ribcage, by far the most damaged part of him by now, could be felt writhing beneath the flesh, each shard moving, as if countless ants were moving within his chest and clumping together...
Siglos's eyes widened, his gaze lowering to the needles piercing into his flesh. It hurt...everything hurt. He could feel the shards slipping through his viscera, each squirming part of his skeletal structure causing him intense...firey pain as they slipped together, a vile puzzle formed of his own body. He resisted the urge to scream, clenching his teeth as hard as he could as the woman performed her work.
Kargath's assault was more effective than ever- Skilled they were, and immortal they were, the soldiers were still dying and weaker than ever. With raw size and power, he was able to cleave through them with difficulty. He was not found without injury, of course- They were infinitely regenerating, and as Noah hypothesized, destroying the head only slowed them down... and each of them was strong. As Kargath slashed, he was also slashed, and as he bashed, he was bashed back with blow and cut after blow and cut.
"Chest is done... now... stomach..." Cain would place a needle right below Siglos's navel, and he was racked with a pain beyond any he had experienced prior. His intestines were forcefully being mended- Which, in the state they were in... was agonizing beyond belief. It was like trying to change a liquid to solid form, seemingly possible with this... basically mythical form of acupuncture, but the price was pain that even a seasoned warrior would scarcely be able to bare.
Noah just nodded, she moving her weapon to finish off her enemies, fighting alongside her partner Jeanne.
"Hoo..." with a breath, "Haven't done this in a long time...", the armored Rakshashin sighed and spun around Ashrune, darkness crackling around him as his eyes grew red— anger...
Cain would continue to perform her work, slowly moving down his body. After finishing with his ruined insides, she would move down to his thighs, then to his knees, then down to his ankles. The bone and muscle tissue was painfully sewed together in an agonizing process that could drive a man mad... but it worked all the same.
"Mon' then, you muckle tubes!" Duine yelled, slashing and tearing into more of creatures. One approached her, but it was swiftly met with a headbutt and horns that blossomed and impaled it instantly before detaching. As the horns detached, their shadows slithered along the ground to bombard more of them. Swinging her hornsword again, she severed more of her foes, albeit with slightly more difficulty. Not only were they regenerating, but evolving.
Siglos was bordering hysterics at this point, the pain of having his body slowly, agonizingly stitched together nearly shattering what sense he had left. His whimpers had turned into quiet…pitiful sobs, the only way he could vocalize his suffering to the world.
".........." Siglos stared at her for a moment, in far...far too much pain to process what she had just said. Panic was gone. Anger was gone. Emotions replaced with nothing more than the searing flame of agony, as it danced across the inner workings of his flesh.
"So they're not regenerating? Or are they reformed to simulate regeneration?" Erebus muttered, firing a barrage of cannons and arrows, filled to the brim of dark energy, swinging more of Ashrune to the mobs as he pins them with his knives.
(Sorry, if you're aiming this post to me. I can edit my post if you want)
"Noah, was it?" Erebus asked from a distance telepathically. "Tell Jeanne and the others to stop the merging of the soldiers midway! If we can halt the process before they get stronger the better!"
"It's easier said than done" she thought before telling Jeanne what Erebus said, honestly, she doesn't know how much longer they could take.
"It's our only option if we don't want to be overwhelmed sooner... If we can buy time for Siglos to recover, we can at least reduce the amount of hurdles, the better we have a chance at escaping with the least casualties..."
"Right... I'm getting to that part." Cain murmured, her eyes zeroing in on the needles, and their exact positions in his body. Insertion was completed. But removing them was an entirely different issue entirely. There was not a single margin for error here. Even the tiniest, most microscopic twitch of the needles as they were removed would be instant death for Siglos.
As Noah exploded her enemies from within, causing their chunks of blood and guts to spew all over her from afar, Jeanne would shout.
