Most of the heinous anchored tentacles on the ground have been amputated. 70% of the mass of Anvriel's ugly form had been devoured by Damascus' artifact. If fortune was on their side, the fight would end instantly.
'Just another push!'
Because Damascus didn't use any kind of protection until now, MF's role in the offensive unit was to manipulate the aggro and to clear the path for the scimitar of the seven deadly sins to rend the massive lump of flesh into a carcass.
MF had been holding the stinging feeling on her soul for quite a while now. Both of her orbiting pills were too distracting for MF to commence the most effective moves.
Until those pills collided.
"URGH!?"
She lost her focus for a second as one of the sky shredder's projectiles managed to land a blow on her left stomach. Thanks to the armor that Tuli designed, it only dealt minimal damage and the armor immediately regenerated itself.
