Archeron's Story

It was rare for one to be unable to find action in Wing City. Invaders from beyond the stars, crazed bomber from some radical faction, demons and the apocalypse...all were something that occurred at some time or another in the Terran city. It was like it was a magnet for conflict, and Archeron didn't want it any other way. It kept him busy, fit. On top of that, there's nothing he enjoyed more than punching criminals in the face. Maybe this whole thing was just a means of satiating his sadomasochistic tendencies. He wasn't sure, nor did he care enough to find out.

He had just finished beating up some guy who tried to mug an old lady across the street, leaving him in a bloody puddle in the shadows of a nearby alley. He thought about killing him, as was his usual M.O, but he felt leaving him as a heap of broken bones was a more suitable option; he wanted him to suffer. Luckily Archeron finished when he did, because the sudden pang of his 'Mortem Sense' caught his attention. Normally he wouldn't pay attention to it, but he was alerted of several deaths that occurred in the same area. Something was up, and he was going to be the one who got to the bottom of it. Luckily he was close enough to go it on foot, and with his supernatural condition, he'd make it there in no time at all.

The vigilante positioned himself amongst the WCPD officer that was already on the scene. He simply nodded in his direction before drawing his sword. "Demon, return the stolen items to their original compartments and you may go free." Archeron demanded in a stern tone. "If you fail to comply, I won't hesitate to eliminate you." His gaze shifted to the woman standing near Zamikar. Was she in cahoots with him? He didn't know, but she would suffer the same fate if she intervened.

"Silly mortals. You cannot defeat me, or even think to give me orders. You might not understand what I am about to do, but my words will heed information you may want to know..." He said, raising the Keystone. "This is a taste of the apocalypse". At this point, a Hellportal opened and a gigantic creature, skin seemingly made of lava so hot projectile and even energy weapons would be in affective. The massive creature was bigger then any standard trailer, at least triple the size of an RV.

A Hellspawn is resistant to magic as well. It would kill anything on sight that did not radiate Demonic energy, and if anything attacked it it would kill it Reguardless. It wasn't unkillable, but any and all forms of weapons would range from ineffective to only partially effective. Water would turn to steam on it, and it possessed great strength and speed. He looked at the others. "This is a Hellspawn, one of the Legion of Hellspawn that will rise should the apocalypse be activated. There is a being here, who's name is Liam Mitchell. Unless you kill him and destroy his soul, the apocalypse will happen. I do not wish this, and neither do you. I am sure you will kill this thing eventually. But if you allow this boy to live and his soul to remain in tact, the universe will know these Legions of Hellspawn. And not even your...particularly effective police department cannot stop this Legion. This is not a threat, but a warning. My last warning. Don't head it, and you will all die".

The Hellspawn broke through the bank's wall, wrecking everything in sight on Sol Avenue. Of course, Zamikar made sure when he opened the portal to magically install a self destruct. The thing would die in an hour or so, in case the police were not as effective as he thought. And, truth be told, he was also using the Hellspawn as a distraction. The Destiny Shard had other uses, and was far more important to his plan.

He snapped his fingers, and Hellchains raised the employees and managers by their ankles to hang upside down. "Now, I will be leaving. If you don't get them down in the next five minutes, the chains will light them on fire. Goodby". Zamikar raised a magical shield around himself. He gave everyone two separate things to worry about, the Hellspawn and the innocents, while he escaped. The Bank was proving difficult to teleport through, so he walked towards the door past everyone unless they tried to stop him, always having the Hellportal Keystone, as well as his own Hellportal, to use in case of emergencies. So, in truth, he had two distractions, and three escapes. And one distraction was a sole, but devastating member, of an apocalyptic army. And if they went after Liam Mitchell as well, that was an added bonus. He killed four birds with two stones.

Around the block, as the Hellspawn was being raised, two urban APCs came to a halt, the rear compartment doors opening. Piling out of each was a five man team, the logo of the WPCD scrawled on the left shoulder of their urban camouflage uniforms. These were no standard officers of the force, however. This was the elite force of the police department, the Special Response Unit, or the SRU.

One of the team leaders, a surprising youthful man by the name of Revan Caieth, glanced at his men. Unlike his armored comrades, he was lightly attired, a scabbarded blade at his hip, a wicked and plainly dangerous looking assault rifle in his hands. His teams SRU teams 3 and 6, were covered in their armor, two bearing similar rifles to his own, two with snub SMGs. Another pair held bulky launchers slung over their shoulders, while the teams' sniper, rifle slung over his back, unloaded a unit from the APC, tapping the medic to aid him setting it up on the sidewalk. Though they all knew the drill, Revan ran through the breakdown one last time, the mic on his throat carrying his words to the response teams.

The team scout, automatic pistols held at the ready, was trotting down the street, breaking into the briefing at the sight of the Hellspawn. Helmets turning to Revan, one of the SRU's nastiest demonslayers, they saw his cruel smile.

"Time to go to work, boys and girls. Move out."

Working with extreme precision, one launcher and the sniper made their way down the block, turning into the fleeing pedestrians and moving further down the street, while the medic re-entered the rear APC, activating the set up temporal plane stabilizer, generating a three square mile radius of spatial lockdown, preventing means of teleportation as an escape route. Next the man kicked on the team's demonic locators, scanners that triangulated demonic energies through the police network of upgraded traffic cameras. Each man had a unit with a readout to the display.

Revan and the his riflemen, on the other hand, tapped out the scout, handing over an sniper rifle and signaling to a nearby business, signalling to get up some floors. The other launcher wielding member halted at the corner, setting up for launch on Caieth's signal.

Striding down the center of the street towards the behemoth, Revan raised his rifle, the other members of the vanguard team fanning out and doing the same. His CQC members slung satchels from their shoulders and began spinning them in loops.

"First stage team, fire on my mark. Second stage, prepare satchel charges, throw at my mark. Join fire and trigger when it enters the killzone. Launcher 1, hit it when charges det."

Taking a moment to sight in, he continued. Second launcher and sniper, launch at twenty feet. Scout, you're on overwatch. Find the prick and mark him."

Without further warning, the fireteams rifles started with a single report from Revan, the controlled bursts coming in rapid succession of alternating volleys. The rounds spitting downrange at the Hellspawn were an SRU special of the standard force round, titanium shell, mass reactive blessed silver explosive shells, delivered on target at extreme velocity with devastating precision. Sighted for head, center mass, and limbs, they were decidedly heat resistant to allow penetration, then subsequent detonation of the holy silver, blessed by the resident priest.

One of the classic tropes of villainy is the villain's monologue, the point where he launches into a little speech detailing what he's done and why, often with an explanation of the inevitability of his success or his goals. Alana had stepped to the side and she stood there, unblinking and watching Zamikar as he went about his performance. She stood by as the demon raised the keystone and a portal spat forth a titanic hell beast born of lava. She stood by as Zamikar called the beast by name and spoke on about Liam Mitchell. She stood by as the demon yammered on about killing the boy to prevent an apocalypse. She listened as Zamikar took jabs at the WCPD and spoke his warning that sounded very much like a threat despite his insistence that it was not so.

The sulfurous smell wafted as the beast broke free of the bank, shattering stone and steel. Alana did not flinch or move, though a pillar came close to an attempt at smashing her into a bloody pancake as the hell beast exited out the bank. She felt the all too familiar tingle of a dimensional stabilization field. The people in the bank were strung up and the demon talked again. He was talking about the people in the bank but all the people in the bank were dead. There was no one left alive in the bank besides the two of them that had not fled. It stood to reason then that only Alana and Zamikar were those two that were alive and still in the bank. She had plenty of time to remove his head and carve out his skull to make later use of it for a fruit dish if that was something she was inclined and capable of doing. She didn't though. She waited, listened, and watched.

Alana never took her eyes from the demon so she was still observing him as he stepped forward in the direction of the door and raised a shield to defend himself. WCPD engaged the hell beast outside. Gunfire and explosions may have made what Alana said next hard to hear even for the demon. "You can not leave", she said as her eyes took on a cold steel color and she stepped in front of the door to bar the demon's escape. "Surrender to the authorities", she said in a low voice without a shred of emotion.

She blocked his way and yet held no weapon. She didn't even take a form of defensive stance or raise her arms in the off chance that he tried to attack her. She was either very confident or very stupid.

It had not taken Sa'ida long to respond to the outcry from Sol Avenue. Swooping down from the skies was a woman that was all but an angel, her wings beating behind her in a flurry of bronze and blue feathers. Like Revan, she was not dressed in a common uniform. Tight black pants and a silken shirt that was so long it stylishly flourished behind her in a wave was just to her taste. The WCPD SRU symbol was patched onto her shoulder. In one hand, she carried a silver glaive with a long white blade, which was held streamlined to her body as she flew.

It did not go unnoticed, the feel in the air that almost frightened her. She tilted her eyes up toward the rolling storm, warily making her way to the bank.

Soaring over the WCPD officers, her voice boomed, "I'll handle the demon!" and she dove to the door. With a sweep of her hand she knocked the doors in.

She stopped right in front of Zamikar, rose above Alana, and raised her glaive. "Freeze. Now." And with the words, the ground shook, and around them would rise the blades of light made from the Warden's Quake, summoned by Sa'ida's immense willforce. They did not destroy the ground they sprouted from, but would deal a great amount of harm to Zamikar and Alana should they tough them.

The light rain broke loose into a torrential downpour that added an eerie glow as archaic runes began to light up across the pavement and the floor of the bank. For those familiar with the ancient draconic dialect, they were runes of power. But even for those versed in the language they would find it difficult to read the runes as they swirled somewhere just beyond the minds perception. One might catch sight of the runes from the corners of their eyes, only to find them gone again when one tried to look for them.

The parking lot took on an eerie red glow as those engaging the demons, and the demons themselves were seamlessly separated from their surroundings.

For those under the influence of the runes of binding, they would notice little change save for the faint red hue, swirling runes and an abrupt break in the rain, but for those faces peering out of windows to witness what was transpiring, the entirety of the bank, its parking lot and surrounding areas were engulfed in a swirling red miasma.

Zamikar, the Hellspawn, the WCPD officers, the portal... they were all gone.

A few disoriented bystanders stumbled their way out of the miasma, confused at the abrupt disappearance of those engaging the demons, but it would seem for the time being anyways, the city was safe from collateral damage as the officers engaged the rampaging Hellspawn and Zamikar. There were flashing of light and the distant sounds of gunfire from within the miasma, but one could wander it and find no sign of the source.

Likewise, those within the bizarre anomaly could travel endlessly and not seem to make any progress in distancing themselves from the battle.

Archeron paid little attention to the demon's arrogant babble. He wished he could get a dollar everytime some prick came threatening the planet with the apocalypse. Semantic satiation; the word had lost its meaning and intensity, at least to Archeron. The Terrans had survived innumerous hardships before and if Zamikar's words were honest, this time would be no different. One thing he loved about his fellow denizens was their quick response time. In addition to himself and the officer already on the scene, six more individuals had arrived to combat the demonic threat. The most notable of the bunch were the five man squad of WCPD officers. He knew exactly who they were, for more than once had he encountered the SRU since his career's inception. He made no effort to intercept the heap of living magma for he was more than confident that the new arrivals could deal with it.

Archeron quickly took a stance alongside Alana and Sa'ida. With his left hand used to aim the deadly point of his weapon toward Zamikar, he used his right to summon the otherworldly fire he was so fond of using. The whiteish blue flames swirled continuously around his plated hand, generating what sounded like whispers as they moved. If one were to touch them they would see that the flames weren't hot at all. This was because they were designed to burn the soul/spirit instead of the flesh. It was one of his favorite ways to fuck up a demon's day.

Zamikar would love to tear them to pieces, but he would rather avoid to tangle with the police, and he couldn't risk them dying and completely missing the message. "No, only the guards are dead. There is the Bank Manager, and the non armed employees. And besides, why bother with me? I am leaving, which means I have no intentions to stay and harm people as much as I want to. I have work to do, and you have an apocalypse to prevent. It's mutually beneficial for you to fight that Hellspawn, perhaps learn a weakness, though that is unlikely".

As their forces deployed measures to contain him, he mused. He summoned The Hellbringer, one of seven blades he had forged in Hell capable of killing immortals, meaning he had at least two blades forged to kill immortals. He swung the Destiny Shard at these countermeasures, shattering the cage of light. He looked back at the Angels. "That Hellspawn is simply a taste of what will come if you do not destroy Liam's soul. And do not assume to know my intentions. You think all demons want the apocalypse? I like the universe just as it is. Besides..." He said, feeling the energy and whispers of the Destiny Shard. "...I am not the biggest threat to your planet. The Destiny Shard won't say who, but other forces are at work".

Zamikar exited the bank, still maintaining a powerful Magical Barrier. He saw the field they used to try and contain the situation, and it made him happy. It meant there was no way the creature could destroy everything, which meant he would have more people to torture later, and they would not get completely decimated by the Hellspawn. If anyone tried to fire or attack Zamikar, he would use his magic to ensnare them in a nightmare that would fill their heads with fear, doubt, and pain, and would cause them to experience nightmares for years to come, unless somehow they had enough willpower to resist it. He did find it concerning the police were trying to use bullets to take it down. Bullets, even if they were blessed, would melt before it could get past the thick lava skin.

He turned back towards the people who faced him head on. He looked his way into the Angel's mind. "Sa'ida. I am not sure you have heard, but at least some circles of the Angels have put an order out to kill Liam as well to end it. If you have, then you know I speak truth. If you haven't, then you know you can find out if I am truthful or not. Either way, you would be able to know if I was honest, so then why would I lie to you?"

Zamikar chuckled. He was doing this for his own reasons as well, but he realized a rather ironic truth. "If you think about it, everything I have done here might help save trillions of lives". He then plunged both of his blades into the miasma to tear it apart. A combined force of Angel Magic from the Destiny Shard and Demon magic from Hellbringer. Plus both blades are powerful enough to kill immortals. And, he channelled the ancestral magic he acquired from the Soul Split. Three different reasons that alone would probably tear through the miasma, but together would (almost) certainly would. Once it was open he could step out. And if it didn't for some reason, he had an alternate escape plan.

Unfortunately for Zamikar those who had been affected by the strange anomaly, there was no miasma. The miasma was visible only to those not inside the area that had been affected. To Zamikar - and those with him - nothing but the city lay before him, but any attempts to depart into the city would cause a perplexing affect in which he could walk and walk only to turn and realize he was still where he started. No visual sign of the prison was detectable, nothing physical for him to strike out against with his weapons. The only change for those within the area had been the break in the rain, and occasional strange red hue of the runes in ones peripheral vision. Zamikar would discover that there seemed to be no magical barrier preventing him from leaving, and yet he couldn't leave all the same.

Likewise the emboldening affect from earlier remained strong, and those within its influence remained immune to fear tactics. What should have been crippling nightmares would do little more than fill them with a sense of unease before the rising storm from earlier filled their hearts and souls once more. Something was protecting those who stood against Zamikar.

Their will to fight had been kindled into a fervent flame, and their strength of will molded into an iron shield. Today not a one among them would waver or break from attempts against their morale, or their spirit.

Alongside the WCPD SRU, another figure had come onto the scene. Hovering on jets, Aiedail surveyed the impact of the specialised weaponry on the hellish beast of lava. The android supersoldier considered her options for proceeding, assessing the nature of the creature. It was hot, extremely so, and so engaging it in melee combat with her blessed weapons would likely be difficult. She could prevent the weapons from melting, but it would consume a significant amount of energy. A better option was to engage at a distance, but most conventional weaponry would have little effect on its amorphous form, and energy weaponry would prove unreliable against a being clearly unaffected by heat.

She was far from out of options, though.

Propelling herself into the air, she ascended to a short distance above the being. Her arms shifted, morphing quickly into a pair of oversized tractor beams that she locked onto the creature's head. After a moment immense amount of force was applied to it, enough to tear apart a building in short order, pulling upwards in order to rend its head and quite possibly its entire upper torso from its body.

Richard watched as the hell spawn arrived and more support arrived on the scene as well. To him it appeared that the others had the Demon Lord contained so instead he moved to the trunk of his car grabbed an automatic rifle and a few magazines of Blessed ammo.

When he turned around he looked. Mio was gone, but it wasn't just Mio he soon realized all of the people were. "What the hell?!?" He exclaimed glancing around. He pondered investigating this but what was the point, finding what had happened to the people would have to be second priority. That was a job for a mage not a police officer.

Taking the gun Richard rand down the street to link up with SRU and Aiedail. He ran close to the buildings and past the hell spawn with one things in sight. Raising his rifle he fired hitting two fire hydrants( with Standard Ammo) parallel from each other bursting them open. Water would gush into the street blocking the path of the hell spawn. He knew the thing was hot hopefully this would give them some cover and maybe the thing wouldn't be a fan of water. Richard wasn't sure but at this point he was ready to try anything.

A smug grin smeared itself on Sa'ida's face. Sa'ida's mind was not so easily invaded. A woman with as much power as herself would be difficult to read.

The blade to Sa'ida's glaive glowed white, as did her eyes. "You two might want to leave. It's going to get nasty," she said to the woman with the fiery hair, and the armed man who also faced the demon. She knew, very well, that there was a good chance they weren't going to heed her words.

"Perhaps you got my name from whatever glimpse into my mind you tried to make, but you quite obviously didn't get any accurate information past that." She whipped the glaive sideways, and a beam of light flew straight for Zamikar, and she swooped down to follow it with the weapon raised to slash at the demon.

"I am no angel."

Alana vanishes as if she were smoke and a stiff wind scattered her. This was despite the various fields and other things that would have prevented such things like teleportation from happening.

Seeing its prey, it shot a stream of lava as hot as, well, hell from its mouth at the officers. The lava would melt through titanium as if it was butter. It coughed up a lava ball at the APC as well, before charging straight at them.

The water did not affect the Hellspawn at all, turning to steam as it hit it. However, as it began to get TKed I to the air, it started getting air sick. It started puking lava everywhere at first, large chunks and waves of lava going towards the snipers, the launchers, and then it shot a stream of lava 100KM per minute at the android. It was about 60 meters wide, and the lava would melt through anything in seconds, as it was as hot as hell itself. It continued this stream towards it for several seconds before directing a second stream at are an and the officers by him.

It did not like flying.

Sa'ida's words weren't even taken into consideration. He wasn't one to retreat in the face of opposition. As the winged woman initiated her attack the hooded vigilante did the same, waving his blade horizontally to unleash a crescent shaped wave of bluish-white fire in the demon's direction. If his attack hit its mark, Zamikar would find that the flames did no damage to his physical body, but to his very soul. The body could be strengthened, reinforced to fend off attacks, but not the soul; It was a facet of existence completely vulnerable to physical assault, and he loved it.

With a curse, Revan snarled into his mic, turning and bolting for the nearest parked car, his forward team diving out of the way and using similar tactics to put obstacles between them and the molten stone, then getting off the street entirely, going through windows, doors, anything to put cover between them and the monstrosity. One officer caught a glob on his ankle as he ran, screaming yet hurling himself into a window, smashing through inside. Another caught a glowing hot splatter on his rifle and hand, rolling behind a vehicle as more spatter pattered around him. Cursing, he silenced his feed, using the ruined cord of his weapon to bind his arm tightly. One of the charges caught a coating and half-detonated, the rest burnt through, sending quickly cooling stone hurtling in a small fountain.

Revan himself wove through the barrage with nearly inhuman precision, making his way forward instead of to the sides. When he saw the beast began to lift, however, the man nearly screamed in the mic as he slid into the steam, grabbing the other satchel as he did. "Secondary teams, FIRE FIRE FIRE!!"

Coming to his feet and hurling the satchel in an underhanded toss up past the belly of the beast, continuing his forward momentum past and under the beast as he heard the click-boom of the ground sniper's rifle twice in succession, the two telltale whooshes of the shoulder launchers discharging. He knew enough that those men were doing their level best to get off the street, reaching and snatching the detonator in his pocket, thumbing the trigger.

The two sniper rounds would strike nearly simultaneously with the detonation, the larger, heavier penetrator rounds essentially much larger versions of the AR anti-demon rounds, capable of better penetration, higher heat tolerance, and a bigger explosion when the mass reaction kicked in.

With a resounding roar, the satchel charge erupted before the airborne monster, hurling shards of blessed silver in a focused, lethal storm of metal within a twenty foot radius, the extreme velocity giving them significant piercing and churning power before melting their holy metals into the lava stream of the Hellspawn. Almost immediately after the initial shockwave, the two missiles would come sailing in, shaped penetrator charges erupting on impact with the viscous lava, projecting a concussive blastfront in focused cones directly into the heart of the demon, virtually assured hits.

And then the fountain of lava erupted from the foul things maw, showering the street now emptied of his soldiers, holding positions in cover, or making their way out of the immediate combat zone. At least two officers calling the medic through the backways of the buildings, the man making his way down another abandoned street for recovery and first aid. The rest, however were reloading, recomposing, and preparing to strike back again.

Though the initial waves of lava went on their intended trajectory, within a split second Aiedail reacted to minimise the damage they could deal. She redirected one of her tractor beams towards the spray, catching it out of the air with precise telekinetic energy and pulling it away. This left her holding the hellspawn up by a single beam, but she showed no signs of losing her metaphorical grip. The spew of lava directed at her flew truly, with the slight alteration that the entire 60-meter wide tide was pulled towards her, altering it from a devastating broad wave into a precise concentrated jet.

It struck her shields, and immediately she was swallowed from sight for the duration of the jet. The hellspawn fell to the ground, the telekinetic grip upon it released. Had the android been obliterated?

When the smoke cleared, the answer remained unclear. Where Aiedail had been hovering, there was now a floating cocoon of solidified rock - the lava had cooled and hardened.

For a long moment the floating rock remained unmoving. Then it twitched.

With a deafening crack, the cocoon all-but disintegrated as an explosion of energy consumed it. Glowing like a small star with excess power, Aiedail was practically blinding when she came into view. Her conversion shields had devoured the immense heat energy of the lava that had reached them and sucked it in as power.

Once more she turned her telekinetic tractor beams upon the lava-beast, plucking it from the ground with purpose. And then she shot upwards. Energy radiated from her seemingly without purpose as her systems worked to discharge the overload of power she had received and both she and the creature rocketed skywards.

Or at least, that was what she had expected to happen. It quickly became apparent that they were getting nowhere fast past the rooftops despite the supersonic speeds they were moving at. So much for taking the thing into orbit. That would have clearly been too easy.

It was time to change tactics.

Aiedail swerved in the air to turn herself back towards the hellspawn, one of her arms shifting into the form of an energy cannon. Funnelling the remainder of the power from the absorbed heat into the weapon, she launched four small baseball sized energy orbs towards the hellspawn. These orbs would punch into its body, sinking deep into it, but seemingly having no effect beyond that, simply sitting inside of it.

Richard would watched as the water turned to steam and the beast began to attack with spews of Lava began. Running he took cover in an a doorway. He covered himself in the alcove as the explosions went off waiting for them to cease. As he was there he loaded the blessed ammo into his automatic weapon. Once it the explosion ceased and Richard felt confident a second or two later he peeked out and sprayed the beast with a volley of blessed rounds before turning kicking the door behind him in and ducking inside.

Gotta find a new firing position gotta find a new firing position.... Richard thought as he ran up some stairs in the building he took up a new position at a second story window.

Zamikar saw that it did not work when it should have, as magic would have had to be there in order to keep them there. No matter, whatever was affecting the area, he had his plan B. He opened his own personal Hellportal right under himself, then used the Keystone to open a Hellportal in the Space Between Portals.

Whatever was keeping them there would likely affect the first portal, and therefore going through the second portal would likely only lead him back here. But the Hellportal in the Space Between Portals would be immune, as the Space Between Portals technically was not a part of any area and therefore would not be affected by what was keeping them there.

As he was falling through the portals he opened, he was hit by some sort of flame that attacked his very soul. It harmed him, which ticked him off kind of, and under normal circumstances he would torture the fuck out of that guy, but he had work to do. Instead, he placed a very potent Bad Luck Curse on him, unless somehow he passed a resistance check or something.

The second attack then hit him straight on by this being that apparently wasn't an Angel. She pushed him right through both portals, whether she clung on to stay with him he wasn't quite sure, Portal travel could be disorienting, but once he passed through the portals they quickly closed so anyone who did manage to get in would be unable to get him out.

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The Hellspawn wasn't really airsick as pissed off now. It did not like being lifted. So, in its rage, it grew another head. Each head then shot a continous stream of molten lava. One shot it at the person levitating it, the other one shot it at the rooftops, focusing on the snipers and other officers.

It then let loose a magical pulse, designed to do one thing. Ground anything that flies. Its a magical ability built into the Hellspawn, though it was technically designed for Angels and would likely be less effective against the android, there would still likely be some effect.

It then sent a huge glob of lava towards Revan at high speeds. As the Officers began firing at it, they would see its Lava Skin regenerating at Lightning Speeds. They were starting to make a dent, but it would take awhile of continuous fire.

The shards of silver had little to no effect on it. It was hard to tell because it was flailing like crazy, wrecking adjacent buildings and for one building by Revan, taking out an entire story causing the building to collapse.