Even from his vantage point could see the ensuing fight was demoralizingly one-sided, this beast was far to strong to be an ordinary mana-eater, too strong, too fast, it was too coordinated. His forms now had finally closed the distance between him and the beast. He now was able to directly connect himself with the forms. He closed his eyes and tried to empty his mind to the best of his ability, and as he did he opened his mind to the sensory data of the forms. Three bodies data within the mind of one. Now he was very thankful he kept his distance because this would not be possible with that beast too close. As his mind became synchronised, he could now see the people he was fighting, two females, one male, the other guardians if any were left were too hard to recognize, considering the large mass of plating and hair so close to them. The beast itself now, as he could see clearly, was being held in place by the male one among them, a swirling vortex of energy was holding the spider in place. However the strain on his face was undeniable, the power required to hold back such strength must have been exponential. Whilst this was occurring he could see the other two attacking, and not suicidally either, they knew the extent of their abilities in comparison to this terrible monster, they were smart and cunning. He smiled, just as he remembered them, the chivalrous, steadfast defenders of Felna; it was hard to believe he was once a part of them, how time has changed him. But these were not thoughts for the battlefield. He refocused himself, tried to decipher a strategy to take down the spider, however it seemed one of the females had already taken the liberty
“The legs! Aim for the legs!”
Of course, the logic was there, no legs means no movement, which makes it much easier to deal with. And considering the rest of the beast the joints seemed the most viable target for their assault, so as the beast was distracted with them and the warp he found his time to strike. He charged two of his forms straight at one leg, which was supporting its other raised striking legs, and as they ran changed the shadows that formed there arms into lengthened blades. They both jumped the exposed joint, digging the blades just enough to make sure that it remain open, and with the last sprinted directly at the middle of the joint itself moving all excess energy within its body to one focal at the end of it’s fist. It began to glow a dark black and as he gained enough momentum he jumped and with contact a large black explosion was generated. All three of the forms were tossed away by the explosion, all of them managing to recover just in time to avoid a new onslaught from its free leg.
‘Hopefully that put it off balance enough for the others to make their strikes against it” he though to himself, as he prepared for another assault on the legs.