My Welcoming committee was that of multiple explosions as Brenden and Dad immediately set to work blasting away at the NightWalker, who, upon my entrance to the battle, had its back to us.
With several well-placed shots into the back of its legs, the monster dropped to its knees and howled in pain before whipping around and glaring at us newcomers with rage spilling over through its six eyes.
(BREAK!) Taking a sharp breath, I stiffly raised my left arm and launched a barrage of Geo-Spikes, all of which connected with the monster's back, rocking it forward and right into an uppercut from my ready in the waiting brother.
As an agile offensive tank, Brenden was always on the move, looking to get himself in the most optimal positions. The instant the NightWalker lurched forward from my attack, he was waiting, and with a loud crack, his Talent Boosted fist connected with such force that for a split second, I half believed him to have snapped the monster's neck.
