Hajin skidded onto the terrace as Helen twisted her rapier through the heart's valve, bracing her shoulder against a slab. A wet cry tore across the basin while its last beat yanked every line taut, snapping them before another pulse.
"Die already, you ugly lump!" he roared, sliding the last stretch on his heels.
In the crater behind him, the remaining segments heaved against their tethers for one final try.
Cracks raced through their armor as the holding power drained away, crumbling each piece into grit where spikes threatened wagons. Helen dragged her rapier free while Hajin swept the conduits with Divine Eye, finding nothing moving inside the ridge's mouths.
'Come on, twitch once, I dare you, give me one excuse to stomp you flat.'
Nothing moved as the echoes faded beneath the cliff above their suddenly quiet shelter.
[ Defeated: Sand Worm Puppet | Host participation: Launch assist | EXP awarded: 125 ]
