The actual plates of the demon's armor only cover the outside of its limbs; Furiosa's rapid fire is rewarded as it stumbles to one knee, pale vapor wisping out from the other. The moment leaves it open to the spear that strikes its collar and draws a roar of pain. It raises its blades to block the swords that follow- nevertheless. First blood has has been drawn, and if it bleeds...
But. Enraged, wounded and partially hobbled, the demon is still very much in the fight. It rises- but finding its right leg weakened it simply drops back to all four lower limbs and lunges for Azwel with its swords like an immense spider, heedless of the smaller blades he's throwing into it. Some miss cleanly and some graze off and some stab through the gaps in that strange armor- but still it comes, whirling a double-bladed slash at him in a wide arc. He may evade it entirely, but it's putting both opponents back in front of itself. All the better to grab at one of those pistols slung across its chest.
From above, Natasha's shots fly true despite the heavy rifle - actually, she might find the bolts curve against the wind to track their target if she gets to sight on them properly. She drops one ambusher and the other doesn't so much as cry out for its companion- but if he doesn't spot the motion, the thunk and hiss of vapor may alert Azwel of the human-sized creature springing at his back with a shock knife.
The other small ones are moving in, too, emboldened to support their pack leader, even if their fear of Natasha is keeping them at bay for now. Their fire is focused on her, though the pistols are far less accurate at that range than the rifle. Either the pack or the big demon alone would be a hard fight; the longer they duel the more little ones are going to rush them- and the demon's shields will power up again in a moment. If they can take him down fast, now's the time.
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But. Enraged, wounded and partially hobbled, the demon is still very much in the fight. It rises- but finding its right leg weakened it simply drops back to all four lower limbs and lunges for Azwel with its swords like an immense spider, heedless of the smaller blades he's throwing into it. Some miss cleanly and some graze off and some stab through the gaps in that strange armor- but still it comes, whirling a double-bladed slash at him in a wide arc. He may evade it entirely, but it's putting both opponents back in front of itself. All the better to grab at one of those pistols slung across its chest.
From above, Natasha's shots fly true despite the heavy rifle - actually, she might find the bolts curve against the wind to track their target if she gets to sight on them properly. She drops one ambusher and the other doesn't so much as cry out for its companion- but if he doesn't spot the motion, the thunk and hiss of vapor may alert Azwel of the human-sized creature springing at his back with a shock knife.
The other small ones are moving in, too, emboldened to support their pack leader, even if their fear of Natasha is keeping them at bay for now. Their fire is focused on her, though the pistols are far less accurate at that range than the rifle. Either the pack or the big demon alone would be a hard fight; the longer they duel the more little ones are going to rush them- and the demon's shields will power up again in a moment. If they can take him down fast, now's the time.