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(Everyone) With fineness Pramool’s boot touches Grimgarl’s nose, and with the a growl he pushes off and sends Grimgarl crashing down with the counter force. But as Pramool flips through the air, a black streak of smoke and fire blazes through the air and collides into Pramool and explodes. The explosion is fierce and bright, sending the old god to the ground and crashing through solid rock.

The smoke reforms into Cerberus who stands there looking at his hands in confusion. “How the fuck did I do that?”

Marcus wasted no time questioning his father’s new trick and rushed into the crater to keep up the momentum. Armata blazes overtop as a cloud of bats that swarm Pramool, while Herja holds her blade skyward and a beam of devine light ignited the sword with holy blue flames, which give her sword a distinct streak with each movement. The three now swarm on the old god. Armata’s bats distract Pramool until Marcus, holding his sword like a baseball bat, swings and sends Pramool flying out of the crater.

Herja follows up with a downward thrust and pierced Pramool’s midsection. With Herja’s weight on top of him, the ground cracks with the forceful landing, Herja’s blade pushing through his armor into the earth. The blue flames engulf Pramool, and begin to burn him away. Herja kneels down beside the flaming body and clasps her hands at her forehead.

“Oh great goddess above. Shed light on this wretched soul and burn away it’s wickedness. Blessed be your-“ Pramool’s hand clutches Herja’s throat, cutting off her reading of rites. The flames on his his body subside and his sweltered skin and lost hair grow back as if nothing had happened.

“Recite you beggarly prayers elsewhere, for your pitiful goddess will not grant them here.” Pramool squeezes Herja’s throat tighter and tighter. Marcus attempts to hit Pramool But is blasted away when Pramool nonchalantly launches a fireball at him.