Chains of Argus • RP Thread

[azontr]

"Yeah. These things aren't actually dead." Cain grunted, throwing away a piece of rubble to reveal one of the crushed corpses. It's torso had been blown to bits, and it's brain was exposed after a piece of rubble slammed into it's skull and caused it's insides to spill... but it wasn't dead. It was still moving, writhing, trying to get up. "There's no race in Argus that can withstand damage like this and be alive."

 

[DaReaperMan]

(Except Sylvia that one time)

"...then... what does that mean...?" Shalor asked

"It means we're likely dealing with experiments far beyond our capabilities to handle properly." Kargath growled

 

[azontr]

Except Sylvia that one time)

(Something something Darkness Binding something something suck my DICK)

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"........" Siglos listened quietly, though...truthfully, was only barely lucid enough to understand what was happening. The praise of his allies, Erebus...Duine...echoed in his mind, the weight of what he had done slowly settling in. A small smile stretched across his lips, the Everian slowly...gradually closing his eyes. Even if he passed away here...he accomplished more that day than he ever thought he was capable of.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"So these guys are almost like an near unstoppable force in the sense that they can take a barbaric amount of damage, huh, I guess in these cases decapitation or something like that could be useful, what you think?" Noah said wiping her face

"Oh, by the way, I could also transform and take someones or two to help Sylvia with the load" The Young Dragoness proposed.

 

[azontr]

"Yeah, probably something like th-" Cain was about to agree with Kargath and Noah, before her ears twitched, causing her to flicker backward, turning to Siglos. "Hey! HEY! Don't let him fall asleep!!"

"H-Huh? S-Siglos!? Siglos!" Sylvia turned down to Siglos, her face going pale with worry. She was tempted to try and shake him awake, but was worried that would aggravate his already life-threatening injuries...

 

[ZoroNotZolo]

"Aye! Lad! Wake up!" Duine yelled.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

“Mmmgrh…” A soft groan escaped the young Everian’s lips. Pained…and weak. His chest rose and fell with his soft…light breaths, blood…both his own and the scattered viscera of the undying assassins, staining his fragile skin.

 

[azontr]

"******* hell... Sylvia, lay him down." Cain grunted, "I got this."

"Wh-What...?" Sylvia muttered.

"Just DO it!" Cain shouted. And Sylvia, far to worried to argue, simply obliged, gently laying the man onto the cracked floor beneath.

As this was happening, the rubble that had collapsed onto the seemingly immortal assassins began to shift and break as they would slowly rise from the dust and debris. They were bleeding from every possible orifice, either partially crushed or burned from Siglos's explosion... but still alive. Still powerful.

"Whatever you're doing, Cain, please hurry...!" Jeanne shouted, immediately unsheathing her blade, and readying herself for combat as she tried to keep her guts inside of her at the sight of the gored enemies.

 

[ZoroNotZolo]

Duine grows horns in the shape of a greatsword before detaching them. Grabbing the makeshift weapon she created, she then prepared to help ward off the seemingly immortal enemies.

"How did that rocket come up with something like this?" She asked, pondering the question aloud.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Siglos's body lay still against the cracked, broken ground of the corridor, his ashen locks spattered with dirt and debris. His form was…broken, his innards cracked and bruised by the prior impact, akin to as if the Everian had been slammed in the chest with a warhammer. It was…a miracle he had remained conscious for so long, much less had the energy to set off the portal. A gift of Everian longevity….and a testament to his will.

 

[azontr]

(Bump.)

 

[Backbackback]

As this was happening, the rubble that had collapsed onto the seemingly immortal assassins began to shift and break as they would slowly rise from the dust and debris. They were bleeding from every possible orifice, either partially crushed or burned from Siglos's explosion... but still alive. Still powerful.

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.

Siglos's body lay still against the cracked, broken ground of the corridor, his ashen locks spattered with dirt and debris. His form was…broken, his innards cracked and bruised by the prior impact, akin to as if the Everian had been slammed in the chest with a warhammer. It was…a miracle he had remained conscious for so long, much less had the energy to set off the portal. A gift of Everian longevity….and a testament to his will.

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.

 

[azontr]

The immortal soldiers wasted no time - they weaponized their bodies, the marred flesh warping into every form of weapon and arm there was, whether it be sword, spear, axes or hammers - and they charged with all their might. The inhuman creatures of darkness were dangerously akin to the corrupted creatures that the party had battled against long ago, at the beginning of their journey... but these were coordinated. Each with a skill that went beyond a beast, with a cold desire to kill that transcended physical limitations and allowed their broken bodies to perform feints and blows from angles that seemed almost as if the laws of physics did not apply to them... A testament to not only their own inhuman biology which allowed such movements, but to their own combat experience, each step and each bloodlust-filled blow honed to the apex.

Siglos's body lay still against the cracked, broken ground of the corridor, his ashen locks spattered with dirt and debris. His form was…broken, his innards cracked and bruised by the prior impact, akin to as if the Everian had been slammed in the chest with a warhammer. It was…a miracle he had remained conscious for so long, much less had the energy to set off the portal. A gift of Everian longevity….and a testament to his will.

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..."

She planted one of the needles into Siglos's right shoulder, perfectly at the joint. The man, should he still be conscious, would feel a sharp pain shoot through him once more... his ruined bones and muscles tightening and forcefully molding back into place, fixing his arm back into position.

"Over... here..." She did the same with his left shoulder, her focus unbreakable as she inserted the next needle, the same process happening with his other arm. It was... painful, and the damage wasn't being healed- The tissue was simply being temporarily set back into place to prolong his life. But, it worked... for now.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

Siglos was...quite forcefully, awoken from his near comatose slumber, as in intense, shooting pain erupted from his arm. A soft, ragged gasp escaped the Everian's small lips...and, if he had been physically stable enough to squirm, he would certainly have been writhing on the ground in agony. He could feel the muscles shifting and condensing underneath his skin, feel them molding to fit some semblance of their prior shape. It was...disgusting, as if there was a mass crawling just below his flesh, shaping and connecting his arm like some kind of...morbid adhesive.

"AH....haah.....haaa....h-huh...?" Siglos muttered, his words completely incoherent as he stared into the golden pupils of the woman atop him.

 

[azontr]

Siglos was...quite forcefully, awoken from his near comatose slumber, as in intense, shooting pain erupted from his arm. A soft, ragged gasp escaped the Everian's small lips...and, if he had been physically stable enough to" squirm, he would certainly have been writhing on the ground in agony. He could feel the muscles shifting and condensing underneath his skin, feel them molding to fit some semblance of their prior shape. It was...disgusting, as if there was a mass crawling just below his flesh, shaping and connecting his arm like some kind of...morbid adhesive.

"AH....haah.....haaa....h-huh...?" Siglos muttered, his words completely incoherent as he stared into the golden pupils of the woman atop him.

"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...

 

[DaReaperMan]

"Defend Siglos until Cain is done!" Kargath roared his call-out, moving into position and moving in a whirlwind of blades and Fury, the pale orc's power seeming to blend with his skill while Shalor moved to be the last line of defense, and the one to get anyone who'd need getting out, getting out

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"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.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Noah focused on what was in front of the party, the dragoness assumed that the decapitation and then destruction of their head would probably give more time (It's not that it kills the enemies but it means doing a lot of damage so that it takes ññ a while to regenerate), her sword grew and was Turning fire, she waited for her first enemy to approach her and then block each of its attacks and when she saw the moment give a lethal blow.

 

[azontr]

Noah's plan was easier said than done. They did not approach her one-on-one, they approached her in bulk, leaving scarcely an opening to attack. An arm morphed into a deadly flail would come crashing down from above, with a sword and spear coming from both sides that were formed out of the enemies spinal cord's.. they were not as numerous in number as before, but they fought as if they were a hundred times more so.

"NOAH!" Jeanne leaped in front of Noah, twisting her hips with such ferocity it should've dislocated the bone. But, with newfound flexibility and a grunt of pain, she was able to access a new branch of movement, and deflect the incoming attacks that were about to assail Noah in a cacophony of well-placed swings. "I'll cover for you, and you deliver the finishing blows! Got it!?" She shouted, the enemies, now staggered, open for Noah to end them...

"Defend Siglos until Cain is done!" Kargath roared his call-out, moving into position and moving in a whirlwind of blades and Fury, the pale orc's power seeming to blend with his skill while Shalor moved to be the last line of defense, and the one to get anyone who'd need getting out, getting out

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.

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.

"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.

 

[DaReaperMan]

Each cut, each hit, every jolt of pain, only served to put fire to Kargath's Fury, less blood was leaving his body, and they were dealing less damage every time they struck him, but Kargath actually began pushing them back in his area, and he was compressing almost all of his muscles into each swing and towards every attack coming at him with his body control to the point he was splattering the immortal warriors back as little more then unrecognizable messes and only having the base layers of his skin cut

"SYLVIA! Vanguard for Jeanne and Noah!" Kargath called out

"SHALOR! EREBUS! Use what ranged options you have and support where you feel is needed!" Kargath ordered

Shalor nodded and whipped his chains to push back the tide, but was definitely keeping a lot of chain back to defend when needed

 

[ZoroNotZolo]

Duine unleashed droves of their own shadows, consuming small groups of them in darkness that would sever and cut them asunder. Duine herself would also pick off any she couldn't immediately overwhelm with shadows, aiming for limbs and joints to hinder their movement as much as possible. She would put as much force as possible into all of her attacks, physical and magical, attempting also to push them back.

"Piss off, ya' bloody munters!" She yelled.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"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.

Siglos whimpered softly, tears dancing at the edges of his blurred, shaky vision. It took all of his willpower to keep himself from moving, to let Cain stitch together the grisly chunks of flesh that had once been his organs. He breathed heavily, his barely intact limbs pressing against the ruined viscera of his other organs, causing a sharp burst of pain with every inhale and exhale.

Yet…he remained skill. The broken, pathetic mess still clinging to Cain’s words as he felt his very heart squirm in his chest.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Noah's plan was easier said than done. They did not approach her one-on-one, they approached her in bulk, leaving scarcely an opening to attack. An arm morphed into a deadly flail would come crashing down from above, with a sword and spear coming from both sides that were formed out of the enemies spinal cord's.. they were not as numerous in number as before, but they fought as if they were a hundred times more so.

"NOAH!" Jeanne leaped in front of Noah, twisting her hips with such ferocity it should've dislocated the bone. But, with newfound flexibility and a grunt of pain, she was able to access a new branch of movement, and deflect the incoming attacks that were about to assail Noah in a cacophony of well-placed swings. "I'll cover for you, and you deliver the finishing blows! Got it!?" She shouted, the enemies, now staggered, open for Noah to end them...

Noah just nodded, she moving her weapon to finish off her enemies, fighting alongside her partner Jeanne.

 

[Backbackback]

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.

"SHALOR! EREBUS! Use what ranged options you have and support where you feel is needed!" Kargath ordered

"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...

Anger was the way he could translate everything, even when he's protecting his new allies, but not the anger used for meaningless violence. With just a little hint of it, he threw his giant sword— one attached with a chain as he attempts to cleave through the horde with its weight, grabbing the handle midair as he leaps the distance.

Whilst in this state, he'd kick his sword further and lunge it deep into one of the monsters, shooting the surrounding ones with arrows empowered with dark energy.

(Sorry for the late replies)

 

[azontr]

(It's cool. Was waiting for you to respond, I'll start cooking in a sec.)

 

[azontr]

The enemies were thin now, and with the growing strength of the party, they were being splattered into bloodstains by the dozens. However... they just refused to die. Even from the clumps of blood and guts, they would begin to mesh together, clumping, molding themselves into something... bigger, stronger faster. Artifical muscles were sewed together with from the crushed and burned masses, pushing regeneration beyond its natural limits and using it to form even greater, stronger soldiers from what was once destroyed...

"This isn't going to end..." Jeanne grunted, ducking a sword attack and delivering a deadly roundhouse kick to her adversary. Her metal foot collided against her enemies head, and with newfound strength, it exploded off the things neck, staggering the body to the ground. "We have to find a way out of here... but Siglos is the only one who knows how to work the teleportation! Or whatever is left of it..."

Siglos whimpered softly, tears dancing at the edges of his blurred, shaky vision. It took all of his willpower to keep himself from moving, to let Cain stitch together the grisly chunks of flesh that had once been his organs. He breathed heavily, his barely intact limbs pressing against the ruined viscera of his other organs, causing a sharp burst of pain with every inhale and exhale.

Yet…he remained skill. The broken, pathetic mess still clinging to Cain’s words as he felt his very heart squirm in his chest.

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.

Cain let out a breath, "Just wait a few seconds for it to set... then remove the needles one by one. At least... I think that's how it's done."

 

[ZoroNotZolo]

The enemies were thin now, and with the growing strength of the party, they were being splattered into bloodstains by the dozens. However... they just refused to die. Even from the clumps of blood and guts, they would begin to mesh together, clumping, molding themselves into something... bigger, stronger faster. Artifical muscles were sewed together with from the crushed and burned masses, pushing regeneration beyond its natural limits and using it to form even greater, stronger soldiers from what was once destroyed...

"This isn't going to end..." Jeanne grunted, ducking a sword attack and delivering a deadly roundhouse kick to her adversary. Her metal foot collided against her enemies head, and with newfound strength, it exploded off the things neck, staggering the body to the ground. "We have to find a way out of here... but Siglos is the only one who knows how to work the teleportation! Or whatever is left of it..."

"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.

"This is proper bad..." She muttered to herself.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

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.

Cain let out a breath, "Just wait a few seconds for it to set... then remove the needles one by one. At least... I think that's how it's done."

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.

“…R……r….rem…m-move?” Siglos whimpered, his eyes slowly glancing at the sharp pins embedded in flesh.

 

[azontr]

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.

“…R……r….rem…m-move?” Siglos whimpered, his eyes slowly glancing at the sharp pins embedded in flesh.

"This part isn't painful." Cain grunted, "...Hopefully. I haven't actually done this before now. There's a 50% chance I could pull them out wrong and you'd explode into bits..."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"This part isn't painful." Cain grunted, "...Hopefully. I haven't actually done this before now. There's a 50% chance I could pull them out wrong and you'd explode into bits..."

".........." 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.

"...Re...m-move..." Siglos repeated quietly.

"...R...re...remove....p-please...."

 

[Backbackback]

The enemies were thin now, and with the growing strength of the party, they were being splattered into bloodstains by the dozens. However... they just refused to die. Even from the clumps of blood and guts, they would begin to mesh together, clumping, molding themselves into something... bigger, stronger faster. Artifical muscles were sewed together with from the crushed and burned masses, pushing regeneration beyond its natural limits and using it to form even greater, stronger soldiers from what was once destroyed...

"This isn't going to end..." Jeanne grunted, ducking a sword attack and delivering a deadly roundhouse kick to her adversary. Her metal foot collided against her enemies head, and with newfound strength, it exploded off the things neck, staggering the body to the ground. "We have to find a way out of here... but Siglos is the only one who knows how to work the teleportation! Or whatever is left of it..."

"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.

"Maybe there's some trigger to make them reform, some way or another..."

 

[azontr]

(Just to confirm so nobody gets confused and asks: the soldiers are clumping themselves together from their remains to form bigger, stronger soldiers. Is what I mean in my post.)

 

[Backbackback]

(Just to confirm so nobody gets confused and asks: the soldiers are clumping themselves together from their remains to form bigger, stronger soldiers. Is what I mean in my post.)

(Sorry, if you're aiming this post to me. I can edit my post if you want)

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

Noah managed to target a part of the body of one of the enemies, however since they are merged it was more of an attempt to delay the inevitable.

The dragoness spit out some smoke that she made enter through the orifices of one of her targets to make them explode inside.

 

[azontr]

(Sorry, if you're aiming this post to me. I can edit my post if you want)

(You don't need to edit it, Erebus being confused on whats happening is understandable, I was just clarifying in case I was unclear lol.)

 

[Backbackback]

Noah managed to target a part of the body of one of the enemies, however since they are merged it was more of an attempt to delay the inevitable.

The dragoness spit out some smoke that she made enter through the orifices of one of her targets to make them explode inside.

"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!"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"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.

 

[Backbackback]

"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..."

 

[azontr]

".........." 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.

"...Re...m-move..." Siglos repeated quietly.

"...R...re...remove....p-please...."

"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.

And that... was something she couldn't let happen.

Cain's breathing sped up with each passing moment, as her hands inched closer and closer to the needles placed in his shoulders. It needed to perfect. It needed to be perfect. Even a muscle fiber twitching would throw it all off.

"Perfect... perfect... perfect... perfect... perfect... perfect...!

She moved with more precision and speed than she ever had in that moment. Her eyes were red, pulsating with stress and focus. She removed the needles in his shoulders with blinding speed, then released her own Magic, causing the small structures to dissipate... Nothing happened.

She continued to repeat this process, keeping her focus heightened, not leaving any margin of error in her movements. Everything had to be perfect. And everything would be perfect. She continued to remove each and every needle from his mangled form- No bleed spewed from his body, his form not even being able to process pain due to how fast the needles were removed.

...Nothing happened. For a few moments, at least.

Siglos would feel a sharp sensation go across his body, causing his form to immediately stiffen. It was as if he had been given a hardy pat on the back, which had caused him to temporarily freeze from surprise, stiffening his stance. There was pain, yes... but compared to what he had just experienced, the pain wasn't even worth noting.

And then... fresh oxygen flowed through Siglos's magical lungs, his chest finally moving with a semblance of rhythm, as it should. He could feel himself against the rough cobblestone... actually feel it, and not just have the sensation replaced by uncontrollable agony. He could smell, his blood no longer clogged by blood. He could see, his eyes no longer clouded with crimson. And he could taste his own sweat and tears in his mouth. He could... move. With pain, yes, but he could move.

"It... it worked..." Cain's eyes widened, "H-Holy shit... this worked? This worked??? I've... I've literally never done that before. ****... ****, how? He's ******* alive!!!"

"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..."

As Noah exploded her enemies from within, causing their chunks of blood and guts to spew all over her from afar, Jeanne would shout.

"It's difficult, but if we work together, it's possible! Noah, change of plans! I'll use myself as bait to gather them around us! You use your smoke to make them all explode in bulk when I do! Then, we burn the blood so they can't regenerate!" Jeanne ordered, her sword colliding with one of the enhanced soldiers. Their muscle density was high, and her blows had long since gone weak from fighting enemies for what seemed like forever... but, she didn't care. Coating her blade in Aura and making that Aura spin, she created a chain blade of sorts. The rotations greatly enhanced her cutting power, allowing her to cleave the thing directly in half.