Upon seeing Pharaoh, Moka and Phoenix knew that they had to do something to help keep the dead mutants away while Max handled the now collosal titan.
The two got past Pharaoh and joined hands while they shot flames from either sides of their bodies. A fire like wall was made with both of them in the middle. Their dead armor not only made them stronger, it also made their flames bigger, brighter and burn hotter.
The two ran at the incoming dead mutants and burnt them to a crisp. Not many were able to get through the weok and the ones that did would move five steps before dropping dead. "This is going great," Moka cheered. "I'm liking these armor sets even more."
"Well we're not done yet." Phoenix said as he kept his gaze forward. There was a fleet of neatly organized general and demon dead mutants standing in groups like army men and women. They didn't scream not screech or make any sound at all. They just stood there, as if waiting for a command to move.
