The Beast seemed to agree with Del Pilar's call for music, for it's savage ululations began to take on the semblance of words. The clash of his fists against Harbinger's blades beat out a base rhythm, the infernal furnace within his soul thrumming with emerald bonfire. The heat roiling off of his bronze hide sent the metal plates about him boiling and eroding, corrosive to everything except the thing they were trying to kill. In fact, the cold that frosted every surface Harbinger touched seemed to counteract with the wrath-stoked bonfire. Where their two climate zones met small, violent dust-devils kicked into existence. The Beast snapped these up and armored himself in a cloak of sirocco, the breezes protecting him from being cut to ribbons.<br/><br/>"Define your meaning of war<br/>To me it's what we do when we're bored<br/>I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop<br/>And it makes me want it more<br/>Because I'm hyped up out of control<br/>If it's a fight, I'm ready to go<br/>I wouldn't put my money on the other guy<br/>If you know what I know that I know"<br/><br/>As gravity began to lose hold The Beast coiled once more, springing backwards so that his feet were planted solidly on a support column.  An emerald spear manifested in each hand, the charred stench of cooked flesh searing the air. Harbinger meanwhile began to rise, maintaining a defensive posture as well as it could while out of control and facing two unpredictable opponents.<br/><br/>"It's been a long time coming<br/>And the table's turned around<br/>'Cause one of us is going<br/>One of us is going down<br/>I'm not running,<br/>It's a little different now<br/>'Cause one of us is going<br/>One of us is going down"<br/><br/>The fleshy metal dimpled as he kicked back off, streaking towards the oversized bug like a righteous shoe. An angry, angry shoe, armed with cleats of radioactive fire.<br/><br/>As the shoe descended a piece of the Exalt’s soul tore off and poured from his mouth as a screaming wind that coursed over the battlefield like Adorjan herself. The base Collectors on the ground were buffeted by the crimson wind. Those killed joined the scream, bodies remaining upright and shrieking as bloody streamers of Essence pour from their dead mouths for a heartbeat before the gale disintegrated them. Harbinger shuddered beneath the Demon-wracking shout, small lacerations forming across it's soulsteel plating.<br/><br/>"Define your meaning of fun<br/>Is it f*****', druggin' or guns<br/>I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop<br/>So get ready for another one<br/>Let's take a trip down memory lane<br/>The words circling in my brain<br/>You can treat this like another all the same<br/>BUT DONT CRY LIKE A B**** WHEN YOU FEEL THE PAIN"<br/><br/>In its haste The Beast overshot, gouging a trench in the heavy metal plates. He struggled to rebound, but ended up pinballing off the hangar walls. As the Beast bounced like a rubber ball, he got the feeling Harbinger was laughing at him. He<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>manage to bury one spear in the bastard's shoulder, making a satisfying, hissing THUNK.