The air seemed to change as the glow around her feet sparked and slid across the ground, forming the shape of a humanoid. Armor of white gold, a helmate covered its face; no details could be seen other than the golden yellow eyes visible through the sits for its eyes. Anna couldn't consider them a man or a woman; it was a generic human shape. The only thing proving that they might be 'alive' was how their eyes looked around, not in surprise, but still alive, like someone looking for an attack. Its golden yellow eyes landed on the fleshmolder, and it pulled out a crossbow. Their stance adjusted, and the crossbow angled. Fuck it might need instructions or it might act on its own and ruin their plan.
"Wait till you hear the first shot." (Anna)
The being stopped their actions, their eyes seemed confused by that statement, but they still had their stance ready to shoot. Greyson, lying against the ground, puffed out a cold breath, the air changing from the cold to show his breathing, but it evened out as he focused on his target. One, two, three...
BANG
A bullet spiraled out of the barrel, the heat of the shot warping around the end of the barrel as the bullet shot through the air with fast, unending ease as it blasted through the head of the parasitic Flesh Ruler. A wail came from the mouth of the fleshmolder. The wail emanated as a shrieking noise came from the dying Flesh Ruler. That shot, tho, was the signal that the divine Guardian needed. Five shots, Anna couldn't even have spotted them flying out as all five shots skewered out of the head of the Flesh Molder as it wailed, roaring in rage and pain. Justin made his moves, his finger pointing as mana bolt shot from his hand, barreling through the rest of the Flesh Molder's body. Its wails were disgruntled and broken, like someone had shoved a bunch of toothpicks into their mouth and run out of air while screaming.
The flesh, although easily torn apart when monsters emerged, was dense and tough. A grey light shrouded its body as Kyle had cast his debuff. The attacks pierced through more of it. Greyson reloaded with ease, shooting out another shot, destroying another part of the Flesh Ruler's body. Over and over, they kept firing out till Greyson had no more shots left. The Guardian grunted and tossed its crossbow to the side, its form vanishing into sparks of light. A bladed weapon was pulled from the sheath on its side as they ran forward. Mark had also burst through his blade, blocking the thrashing of now torn through limbs, cutting through the sturdy but weak flesh. Anna watched as minor cuts formed on Mark, but before she could heal him, the Guardian burst past him, destroying an attack that would have left Mark severely injured.
The Guardian slashed through, cutting apart the head of the Flesh Molder as some of the Flesh drones heard the scuffle, but it seemed that they were confused. The Flesh ruler is most likely dead from all five of the rifle shots. Mark took the opportunity that the Guardian gave him and pulled out his hammer, slamming it into the body of the monster, crushing its internal organs as it finally fell dead.. Walking over, small wheezes came from the dead or dying Flesh ruler, and Mark brought out the hammer once more, slamming it back down with enough force that it being alive would never be a response.
The Divine Guardian made a motion as if spitting on the body of the now dead monster and walking back over to Anna. If she needed to know anything, it was because this being, whom she had summoned, had sentience. It flung the blade as blood and rot splattered off the blades as the Guardian resheathed its shortswords. When it came back over, Anna clapped her hands together as the others came back to her, Justin climbing down the tree and Kyle's body reforming out of shadows before he was once more next to Anna. Greyson retrieved his rifle, brought himself up to standing, and took a few steps to be over with Anna. Mark, though, was struggling. He was up close fighting those monsters, and not a being that seemed to find ease of movement. Anna might need to speak with the guardian later. Mark looked like he wanted to vomit from having to crawl over slimy, rotten flesh. When he came over, the smell of rot was even more pungent.
"God damn man when we get back you are washing yourself." (Kyle)
Kyle covered his mask as if doing that would block out the smell coming from Mark.
"If you keep yapping, I will throw you into the pile of rotten flesh." (Mark)
"Banter later, talk now. I won't explain my ability till we are back home, but we need to burn the... pile of corpses." (Anna)