Eight strikes, eight loud clangs resonated as Logan swung his mace in desperation. He didn't aim to counter, but to block, a strike from his right, then left... the blade slicing his cheek. From below, and then above. "Ack!" Logan's shout bounced off the walls as his feet left the ground.
"Old man!"
Zahir dashed forward and swung his blade across the monster.
Clang!
The monster's final strike bounced off the curved blades, but the brutal force ripped the wind blades apart like candy floss and sent Zahir tumbling back.
"Zahir!"
Asmodeus closed his eyes, calming himself and watching the movements of the metal human, although Logan called it Thorim. He couldn't just attack and kill it, because the entire goal here was to save this person.
"Nerim, don't use your drill attack, focus on slowing and controlling its movements."
"Eh? But..." She looked back at him with a confused expression. "I don't know if I can, it's a powerful monster!"
"I won't let you die, trust me."
