Chapter 122: The Battery

The strikes came in a wave, with Stolas aiming for the stomach once more, holding the arm tightly as he unleashed his onslaught, aiming for its solar plexus and its abdomen, beating it until his knuckles became bloody, in which the clusters cauterized the injury so he could keep punching at the beast. Meanwhile, Solomon unleashed his amidst its face, neck and collarbone, waiting for the beast to lose control of its limbs so that he could grab ahold of its head and continually punching it until its upper jaw is nothing more than mush. Such strikes managed to pass through the Nuckelavee and cause collateral damage against the trees, sparking more and more flames, watching them eat away at the area, slowly but surely destroying the land, as the fire grew more and more rampant. Zazel and Harvard would assist in the process, both of them casting spells through the chain to cause further damage and ignite more of the area, through the usage of Asmodeus and Flames. Their eyes looked almost bloodshot, visible veins being seen amidst their foreheads, as they bashed and battered the beast, brutalizing the creature until they were nothing but a physical pulp. They could even hear its spinal chord breaking again, to which they pushed more and more, trying to bend the beast into a mere ball and not let it regain its limbs properly. When they were finally satisfied, Harvard would let the chains heave, scattering them before closely tying the monster within the tree as it kept burning, with the beast howling in pain even further whilst it was being cooked alive.

Its skin started to turn from a solid red to a well-done black, with no imprints of a face remaining, the body hogtied within the bark, as the children tried to catch their breath, with Solomon disabling the spell and replacing it with another, a Small patch around them being of a luxurious garden with breathable air. The children looked amongst one another as they realized they did more damage than they thought, looking out to see the forest being ablaze. Right as they believed the monster was no more, as they'd wipe the sweat away from their brow and regained their footing, it would roar once more. The Monster was regaining its shape again, as it screamed and hollered whilst it was on fire. Its head was clearly missing, mostly acting as a reminder of such brutality, before the stump becomes ignited and shapes itself into its missing appendage, replacing it. The sounds quickly grew closer, and thanks to the destruction of the field, the source would be visible at last: A Horse, with a long mouth and human-like teeth, screeching and screaming in a humans voice. It too was just as skinless, its muscles being just as damaged and coated with just as much boils. The Horse frantically slammed itself through the trees, breaking them apart with force alone, before reaching to the humanoid, turning slightly to allow such magic to occur. The muscles between the Horse and the man began to fuse together, the limbs now coated in flames, splitting such arms to be like long claws, whilst spending the muscles from its legs and lower body as replacement for the arms. The Horse's body weaponized such excess by letting the hardened muscles be that of blades sticking out from its sides, growing itself to act as a cage to protect its rider. Such a Rider screamed as hard as it could, indicating it as a battle cry for war.

"You've got to be kidding me- ITS NOT DEAD YET!?" Solomon would yell, much less in shock and more in anger and annoyance.

"Apparently NOT!! It doesn't even care about its own head! It's like the thing is immortal!" Stolas would complain, being just as ticked off as his friend. Zazel looked at the beast in fear, wondering how such a creature was even real to begin with, while Harvard cracked his knuckles and stood his ground, looking back at the others.

"If it can't die, we'll do the next best thing: Bury it alive!!" His voice boomed with confidence and strength, as he'd quickly take out a card and prepare to summon a Monster to aid them in their battle, a Green sigil being bored onto the earth, with the Nuckelavee leaping up high and using its hooves and sharpened body to both crush and stab into the Card Magician with no remorse. Right as it went for the kill, however, one of the children leapt forward to try and strike the beast down.

WHAM!!

A Punch right into the Horse's face, uppercutting it and causing it to flip over, losing its footing and crashing straight into the dirt. Such a punch came from an embroidered hand, an arm out of solid white diamonds and silk. As Zazel and Stolas stepped back to see what was the cause, they would be shocked to see it came from Solomon himself. It quickly dawned on the Demon exactly what such an arm was.

"Every valley shall be exalted...and every mountain and hill shall be made low....." Solomon would say.

"Natus in primordiali Oceano...Nascitur in mari obscurum.." Harvard would add, allowing them to take turns in their verses.

"The crooked places shall be made straight....the rough places smooth...."

"Errantes......Suffocatio...Mordax......Scalpendi...."

"Prepare the way for his lord...for he makes straight to the desert...."

"Monstrum qui Solem consumit.....Deus Qui occiderit Caelum.....Daemon, qui in tenebris mundum inundat"

"A Highway for our God....as he exhaults through each Valley..."

"Expande alas tuas et vola....Super eos qui iudicabuntur...!!"

"Lay waste before me, For I have called upon thy Aid..."

"ARAWAREU!!!!!" Their voice sank to unison as the monsters would be called upon, one much like the horse as the Nuckelavee, yet instead with a gallant appearance of pure, shining white fur and skin. Medals and jewels scattering amidst its body, as the punch made was from an ethereal figure, brandishing a bow and arrow. Solomon immediately took the weapon and drew it, taking aim towards the Nightmarish beast.

"For now, Thy Conquest shall be you pain." Were Solomon's last words before firing a shot, taking aim right for the Horse' heart. Harvard, meanwhile would summon his own monster, one that Stolas quickly recognized; A Black Serpent with wings, its armor glistening within the light of the sun, its eyes staring straight at the very hellscape their creator has made.

"Primus anguis! APEP!!!" Harvard would yell, as the Monster would swoop in and try to get a lethal blow towards the Nuckelavee, attempting to use the arrow that was shot as a way to hold it steady as it dug straight through the earth itself.