The crude metal walls of Rusted Town had collapsed in multiple places. Burning wreckage and cold scorch marks from Energy attacks intertwined, speaking to the battle's ferocity.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone, molten metal, and a strange...
...peculiar ashen scent, like burnt incense.
The battle was a one-sided slaughter.
CLANG!
Duraga's War Axe, mighty enough to split mountains and shatter stone, slammed viciously into an enemy's shoulder, only to produce a burst of blinding sparks and a despairing shriek of metal on metal.
The enemy—a slender, bizarre humanoid figure that seemed forged from Obsidian and solidified Magma—merely swayed slightly.
A dark red light flowed beneath the Magma-like cracks on its surface. The spot where he had struck was marked only by a faint white line, which then healed at a visible rate.
"What in the hell are these things?"
