[Lawtan]

Before her, the enemy lay, its coils and obscene body bulging, as with some unnatural pregnancy. Kadia marched towards the creature, rage defying common sense. Her eyes counted the multiple bulges, before they ripped out into ferocious hellish hounds. She directed the tornado, the ferocious column of metal and granite towards the newest creatures…no…they were part of the serpentine demoness. Kadia resumed her original target, but her aim was off. The spiraling columns hit the chords connecting beast to mother, and parts of the tornado crumbled. Cursing, Kadia forced the fallen pieces up. Kadia accessed the energy of the air itself, and forced a change in energy. The air around began to flux, and convectional activity lead to a twisting of the air, and the pressure was drained from all objects nearby. A pulling... Her heart racing with the strain, and only her rage staving off sheer mental pain, Kadia raised a second tornado.

Then, blackness, blindness. What vile magic was this!? There was no sense of the floor beneath. Kadia couldn’t feel her own breathing…but her rage continued. As if feeling objects with numb limbs, she continued the tornadoes spinning. Through remembered motion, she held them up. A spark of intelligence in the mental storm told her that an inwards spiral would inevitably slam into the beasts. Forcing the core of both artificial tornadoes to move, Kadia began to spin with her columns of destruction. They edged closer to a cluster of three beasts. The hellhounds snapped at the wind.
Within, Kadia was blind. There were no friends, no good. All was black, and all in her way would perish! The youthful, playful Kadia – the child – hid away in a small corner of the mind. Each moment in the darkness caused her logic and reason to hide away with the child further…further. To the conscious part of Kadia, it was as if hanging in complete nothingness, where the endless void…no, even void was absent…and here she was striking at nothing in pure instinct. Forged in the abuse of her youth, the huntress…no, the Maiden of Death.
A spark lit as flint and steel met the divine core, and a column of flame erupted within the original tornado.

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Rurik readied his net, his tail pointing at one of the beasts whose connection to Sin remained.

Target_23 == enemy

If Target() == enemy, then initiate peogram.attack()

Initiating…

Target.strength == overpowering

Activate net…

Net activated…

Firing…

From a chrome-steel tail, a hole appeared. A flash of gunpowder, and an object was ejected from the tail. It expanded, a fishermans net. However, it was a flexible metal, woven steel…and every crossing of the net had a long, barbed with diamond-shards. The net was hollow, with a mysterious liquid inside…blessed water mixed with crushed cherry bark, concentrated for its cyanide. Through the barbs, a hole carried the stuff into its enemies. Arcing across the room, Rurik’s projectile hit one of the beasts with impeccable accuracy. The net wrapped around the head like a living vine of thorns. The creature howled with pain, as holy poison entered its system. Jaws snapped and fractured with the net. Fluid accumulated and drained, yet through the blood, the skin restructured and grew over, sealing the poisonous web to the flesh. Holy cyanide continued to run through the beast's system.

As the darkness engulfed Rurik, he found himself full of...Kadia. Kadia's consciousness, to escape from the boiling rage, had sequestered a good part of herself in her robotic soul-bound companion. Rurik, who was accustomed to a lack of sensory function, was momentarily overwhelmed by the additional strain.