Curtis
Her connection with her summon would of ended with a swift motion. It was a temporary pain that she felt that made her hold her stomach. It felt like she was completely ripped in half but her summon was swallowed. She couldn't describe it but she didn't have time to summon another knight to protect her. Her eyes would widen with a brief fear, the creature was coming right for her! This abomination wanted her as it's next meal. She had to stay calm; she couldn't panic she needed to think. 

*It... It's ripping through trees like it's nothing! The fire attacks seemed to actually work!* She took in a breath and knew what she had to do, it was risky but she didn't have much time left. She needed to act now! 

Taking a few steps back she began to hastily cast a spell, knowing the beast was quickly approaching she broke into a sprint. She would look back to see it's angry three eye expression approaching her. Her eyes stayed crimson on her fire magic as she would ignite her hands on fire, making a circle with them she would then turn around using a tree as cover and fire a flame thrower blast at the creature! Watching the wave spread outwards toward the creature hoping to cause it to completely turn away from her.

``` Fireblast -15 Mana. +1 Mana regen 77/110. ```
John
Lucien smirked as his master quickly caught up to the attack and joined forces with him. The successful strike managed to cleave the creature's head off - well, one of them at least. The elf became excited by the fact, eyes burning darker than before. Beneath the repugnant smell he could sense a scent all too familiar - that of its blood. True, it was far from his best choice when it came to quality, yet no matter it inspired the feral feelings inside him to boil.

**Crunch!**

The elf's grin was quickly wiped, replaced by shock. The monster had gulped the knight as if they were a sip of water. That provoked Lucien to rush towards Ikari's side hastier, fearing that she would be next. That was - until a fireball's gust blew right against his back. He saw the fiery sphere combust into the creature's limb and incinerate it before dispersing. That changed the abomination's target. It turned towards Harley, who would be endangered in the face of a direct blow.

Their strategy had taken a drastic hit. No matter the loss of a limb and a head, the opponent had removed one player from the field with ease. If the situation continued the same way, at least one of them would join the summon in the pool of nasty acid steaming inside the deformed belly ahead of them. Rage consumed the elf, realizing the drastic disadvantage they were in. He would not remain useless in this fight.

**Not like last time.**

His body channeled black sparks, hissing against his skin with violet marks. He continued running towards his ally, seemingly uninterested in the beast. As it charged towards Harley, the lightning erupted into flames, charring his body until his skin became grey and hardened. His forehead grew two faints curves, akin the beginning of horns, as his transformation was complete. As soon as the monster was close enough, the cursed inferno consumed Lucien's blade. The aura roared violently, like the screams of a thousand souls, as he stomped his foot in the ground. The boot scraped off some grass until it forced his body to a stop.

The swordsman twisted his person with a promptly spin, maneuvered by the leg he used as base. He gripped his blade horizontally, slightly lower than usual. A lavender radiance glided towards the tip of his odachi, exploding in a spark that formed a ball. The shape physically manifested into a black mace head, one that ended with bloodied purple spikes. Meanwhile, the curve of the blade flared up, propelled by the aura that trailed after it. Lucien weaved his upper chest sideways, giving the rotation even more force.

***"HUAAAAAAAAGH!"***

He roared violently. His voice had become unpleasantly ghoulish, reminding of a demon. The swordsman completed a half circle and didn't stop his motion. The intensity of his movements spawned a blast of wind, the current of which bent the grass below him and shot the cape soaring - held in place only by the buttons round his collar. At that point the tip of his weapon, ending with a the spike head, would be flying towards the running monster's leg, hopefully in surprise. If Lucien managed to land his attack, he would swing with all the power he could muster. His eyes would glow an even intenser black, emitting dark smoke through his irises. The demonic warrior's attempt was to, in the best case scenario, mash off the creature's leg and in the worst - cripple it enough to catch its attention.

``` Warlock's Conjuration (Flanged Strike): -5 mana. Bloodcurdling Fury (Empowered Strike): -2.5 mana. Gargoyle's Hardening (Stone Skin): -20 mana. Regenerated: +5 mana. Total: 37.5/70
Melee Strike: 5 Base STR + 5 Weapon Specialist STR + 1 Steppe Elf Racial STR + 2.5 Empowered Strike STR = 13.5 STR, blunt force due to Mace Head.```
James
Ikari charged forwards towards the abomination, rapidly gaining speed as the muscles on her lower body bulged outwards, straining to a supernatural extent, red electricity dancing around her legs as she did so. While she was charging towards the abomination, crimson flame spun itself from her grip, coating her blade. The flames had an unnatural look to them, twisted and warped, whispers followed their crackling, and far too red to be natural.

The oni's gaze was intently focused on the abomination, face marked with a determined glare and gritted fangs, *"Not losing someone here. Too much blood on my hands already."* Was the only thought that crossed her mind, irregardless of her opinion of the dark elf, she did not intend to let her die here.

As she came closer to the beast, the muscles on her arm hidden by the gambeson and long flowing crimson jacket she wore bulged outwards similar to her legs as she heaved the blade upwards, near above her head, red lightning covering her arms and rapidly spreading to cover the already flame covered blade. She'd aim her strike to slam downwards onto the creature's back, hoping that in combination with Lucien's likely at least crippling strike she could send it to the ground. Assuming she hit, wherever the point of contact with her blade may have been punctuated the air with an unearthly scream of the damned, an explosion of the warped flames following the impact point.

```Devil's Stride (Burst dash) -5 mana, Hellfire Imbuement (Blazing Strike) -10 mana, Demonic Release (Empowered Strike) -2.5 mana, +5 mana regen, 77.5/100 mana remaining Base 8 STR + 2.5 STR = 10.5 STR hit.```