The man leaped and the beast ran.
It swiped its right hand at Tiagon who was just centimeters away from it, Tiagon held up his left arm and stopped the blow in its tracks, he delivered a kick to the beast's neck–it cried and swiftly brought back down its head and moved to headbutt Tiagon.
He was pushed back but he quickly found his footing, the beast gave him no time to adjust and leaped at him.
It was in the air, but its arms were raised to claw down, Tiagon had seen this coming.
He braced his fist with lightning–although he knew it wouldn't hurt it, it would only pain it more.
He jumped and delivered the lightning punch to the beast's gut before its attack fell sending it flying.
The beast twisted in mid-air and landed uprightly and although it had no face then, Tiagon felt it smirk, and he returned his.
'It's quite durable. I wonder who created such monster... And the dungeon, they're a master crafter.'
The unholy thing came once again, this time more determined, it didn't seem like it was mindless as it unleashed a new move on Tiagon.
It swept its long right leg at Tiagon's in an effort to trip him.
Tiagon flipped to the side and jumped delivering a blow to its face, as it flew back, he swiftly caught it by its leg and bashed it on the roof, he swung it to the sides repeatedly and then he stopped, he pressed his right feet against its nape and drew out an onyx blade with fiery cracks in it.
He then drove down the sword into its head ending its life without struggle.
"What's that?" Aarin asked in Erin's arms, she looked up as Erin held her up.
"It wasn't with you and it doesn't look like some metal magic sword." she persisted.
"It isn't, It's from metal magic and fire magic. I've mastered the elements and I can create things like this by willing together the elements in unity." Tiagon replied.
He lied, although he could just craft a sword, it'd be much too slow and he also didn't think about it. What was in his head was killing the beast in the swiftest way possible and he had borrowed an artefact from his dimensional subspace.
Aarin got up and walked up to him, she crouched a little and squinted her eyes at the blade observing it.
"There's no way you managed to create such a blade almost instantaneously, I was watching you."
"Ohh Aarin, just because you can't doesn't mean I can't."
Her face suddenly reddened and she clenched her fists suddenly walking past Tiagon. He did nothing but smile and continue with the journey.
The door to the next room up close was a plain peasant wooden door, one that seemed unfit for the dungeon and all but Tiagon thought it was weird.
Aarin did the honors and pushed it and they were all pulled into the next room, they were on the ground now–concrete ground.
The new room felt just like the hall they had entered earlier at first after taking the first door in, it was large and spacious and there seemed to be nothing around aside from the wide human-sized set of armours that lined the path to the door from a few meters to it.
Tiagon noticed this and he understood what went on instantly.
He suddenly blew a wide-encompassing wave by swiping his hand to the side and all of the armour came alive, turned and hid behind their large shields.
They withstood the blow and they began their march. They ran forward with their long spears held out for stabs when Tiagon responded with a stomp on the ground setting multiple sharp protrusions to stick off the ground impaling many and with a wave of his hands, the protrusions pushed forward crashing on those that weren't destroyed.
"So easy." Erin commented, she threw her hands at her nape feeling at ease as she walked forward.
Tiagon's senses tingled, "Erin, look out!"
Tiagon held up his hand but it was too late, a spear had already gone through her neck and her head twisted in the air.
A wind blast shot out of Tiagon's hand but not in time and the Arachne Mecha creature stomped down its legs bracing itself.
Tiagon now saw all of the creature, its upper half where usually the head of the spider stood was a man, an elf large mechanical man whose lower body was that of a large mechanical spider.
Strange gears sounded within it and it scurried, but just a few inches by its side lay Erin's little body. Tiagon didn't feel anything, she was just someone who chose to accompany him but the ladies on the other hand were shocked.
Aarin clutched Tiagon's robes, "I didn't see it move, I didn't." She said shakily, afraid.
Tiagon shifted his arm and brushed away her hands.
"If you can't tolerate seeing the deaths of an acquaintance then you're not fit to be a worthy mage, quit your whining."
He walked forward, his hands lunged forward and thin bolts of lightning escaped from them striking the machine but it was unaffected.
It continued its march but stopped, something held down its legs, rocks clamped on its four front legs and a jutting rock blew from between its legs and struck on the face sending it over.
It quickly turned, it held its spear tight and it looked ready for an attack.
It came again with its silent steps, the move that took Erin's life. It was fast, quite fast, Aarin and Turan didn't see it.
Tiagon did, the machine swung its blade at him, and a massive shockwave suddenly emanated, Aarin and Turan had to cover their faces.
The spear's blade struggled to push back against a little ball of wind that hovered by Tiagon's' cheek.
The machine with its still face applied more power and yet the ball didn't bulge.
Instead, it zoomed to the side and blew off the spear.
"I think you too greatly to totally destroy, this is not the work of magic, this is an expertise I have yet to venture in."
He then zoomed forward and threw his hand into the lower region of its abdomen where he had heard sounds of gears moving, then a clang occurred and the machine's leg fell.