"Sturm!" Heisenberg's roar echoed as Sturm charged, propellers spinning, mincing Lycans and shredding a Varcolac with unmatched power.
Soldat Eins buried Lycans with their drills but were swarmed and destroyed. Soldat Zwei tore through with dual drills, only to be crushed by giant Lycans. Soldat Jets struck from above but faltered in prolonged fights, often torn apart in mutual destruction. Soldat Panzers clashed with Varcolacs, drills gouging, claws ripping, in a fierce stalemate.
We slashed and tossed Lycans, charging forward. Heisenberg, on his bike-like frame, ran over Lycans, bisected giants with his saw, and smashed them with his hammer. Blood and flesh flew—a true war.
"Sturm! Full throttle!"
Facing Varcolac Alpha, Sturm's engine ignited, blasting flames that incinerated the beast. "His flaw and trump card: thermal runaway," Heisenberg explained. "Charge Miranda!"
Sturm, suppressing overheating, rushed Miranda. Her six wings morphed into tentacles, but Sturm's chainsaw propellers sliced them, though deteriorating. Nearing her, Sturm unleashed flames.
"Think burning kills mold?" Miranda scoffed, dodging skyward. Giant mold roots crushed Sturm into a fiery explosion.
"Propeller guy!" Evelyn cried.
"Calm down, Evelyn. Those roots match mold's hardness!" I shouted. "Heisenberg!"
"Here!" He tossed his hammer. I absorbed it into my chest. Heisenberg magnetized debris—wrecked Soldats, Sturm's remains, factory scraps—forming Molded Gigant, a steel giant. Drill fingers, spring legs, Sturm's chainsaw propeller at the chest, Jet pack shoulders, and meshing gears powered by mold.
"Cool!" Evelyn exclaimed.
"Miranda Buster!" Heisenberg roared. "Combine our power—take her down!"
Miranda summoned mold roots, but drill fists shattered them. Extended, they tore like claws; chest propellers shredded spear-like roots. Invincible. Spring legs launched us, jets blazing, aiming drills at Miranda's masked face.
"You thought this would stop me?" Miranda sneered.
A blow to our back sent us crashing. Pain shot through us. Above loomed a black dragon—Dimitrescu. "Ethan! Side!" Heisenberg warned. A fish-amphibian monster—Moreau—struck, black as night.
We fought back, pummeling the dragon and fish. "My mimicry doesn't make you my equal," Miranda taunted.
"That's impossible!" Evelyn protested.
"You're a failure, Evelyn," Miranda spat.
"Don't mock my daughter!" Heisenberg roared, bisected by Dimitrescu's dragon. A giant black Angie doll attacked, but Heisenberg's turbine arm shattered it. "I'm this close to freedom, Miranda! You die here!"
"You'll die by your siblings' hands," Miranda retorted.
"I'm no son of yours! I'm Karl Heisenberg!"
He sliced Angie, charging Miranda. Dragon bites and Moreau's corrosive vomit tore his steel body. The factory exploded—Chris's doing. "My factory!" Heisenberg cursed. "But I'll be free!"
He crushed Dimitrescu's dragon head, tore Moreau apart, and joined us. Lycans and Soldats were gone. Only we, Heisenberg, and Miranda remained.
"You had to die for my dream, Heisenberg," Miranda said. "You should've let Ethan kill you."
"Figures! You made the Four Lords, then discarded us like trash!" Heisenberg roared.
"I'm just a mother."
"Don't think that excuses everything!" I shouted.
Heisenberg, pulling factory debris, enlarged his frame. Chris's explosion weakened the mold, helping us defeat the mimics. Now, Miranda was vulnerable.
"Miranda!" we screamed, charging.
"Futile."
Her wings branched into massive tentacles, shattering our propeller and armor, piercing my abdomen, and hurling us back.
"Ethan!" Evelyn cried.
Blood poured from my wound. The steel giant crumbled. Heisenberg, worse off, was impaled, held before Miranda, bleeding fatally. Yet he raised his hand, pulling a crate of mines from the Duke's stock.
"Haha! I'm free!" Heisenberg laughed as the mines detonated, engulfing Miranda. He scattered into the night.
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