Fiona's visor pinged a warning.
Her whole suit trembled with the surge of power building in front of her.
The tall spear-wielding enforcer stepped up beside Gorevile.
His hands sparked with thin light.
The brute with the beastbone blade raised his weapon.
Moltrax let out a low, grumbling growl, steam pouring from its vents.
They didn't speak.
They just moved.
Both enforcers reached for their beasts—
And fused.
Light exploded from the tall one's body, twisting into Gorevile's side.
In seconds, his armor changed.
His arms thickened, and one eye glowed with Gorevile's signature warped grin.
Bone-like blades grew from his elbows.
His voice became two-in-one.
The brute let out a battle cry as molten lines surged from Moltrax into his armor.
His suit darkened, glowing red-hot at the seams.
His arms pulsed like boulders, and magma flowed down his back like a lavafall.
Fiona stepped back once.
"Alright," she muttered, raising both hands slowly.
"Chat…"
