Wolfran had seen his fair share of Ishtar’s and other dark god’s machinations, and nightmares made reality. This guardian was pale beyond the usual spawn of the Almighty’s disloyal sons. Flattering though it was to know his Skyfall contingent warranted such attention Wolfran rather wished the twice damned gene splicer witch hadn’t gone through the trouble of breeding this particular gift.
The dripping molasses from the shadows quickly revealed itself to be blood from the twisted creature which had been deemed to be created without a scrap skin on the demon’s body. With each passing moment more of the nightmare materialized into the physical form. This was taking some time. Considering the fiend’s horrid form dwarfed the massive giants lying broken on the marble floors.
The Knight Captain grimaced as he extrapolated the full shape of the unnatural chimera. The body was like that of a horse with extra limbs extending from its skinless back resembling that of a spider which the decrepit crawler used to suspend itself from the rafters. Rising up from where a rider would have sat on the freakish twitching body was the torso of a giant that was also skinless. The rider part had no eyes, but a mouth filled with row upon row of jagged teeth and a black tongue.
Wolfran didn’t waste another moment. The mind's simple reaction to such unnatural evil was to freeze, and deny its existence even as the fiend rises before one’s very eyes. Not so a Knight for the works of Christ. Though this threatened even the Captain’s resolve he had long learned to act when his muscles were gripped in the icy cold terror of that which should not exist. What the creator never intended, and thus exists by the twisted makinations of true evil.
“Specialists to the next chamber! All knights to the Guardian Chamber!” Wolfran shouted over his command override line. Every member of the contingent received the message no matter if they were communicating with the Holy Emperor himself or searching for the latrines in this cursed fortress. Wolfran acted as well, pulling his zweihanderkrieger, and charging the blade to its capacitors’ limits.
The brief moments of warming up his weapon gave the Captain an unwelcome pause to study the twisted trap left for his men. Or more likely him and the Specialists. They meant to cut the head off the Skyfall contingent whilst the men were stranded on the surface. Though seeing the glowing red eye form on the horse like head the size of a corvette gunship made the Captain question their tactics.
This seemed like far too hefty a demon to send against such a small force. A twisted one such as this would be a scourge to their own forces, and though there was no love from Ishtar to her minions, not even she could hold her horde at strength if she allowed powerful titans run amok in her ranks.
A miasma of shadows roiled around the chimera as it stretched and arched its back rattling a series of cracking joints along protruding spine bones. The sound could’ve drowned out cannon fire. The size and power of a fiend of this ferocity should be sent against the fleet itself. Indeed, massive folded bat wings could be seen. Two sets, one for the human shaped torso on the back and another pair on the horse bit like a cursed pegasus. This was the kind of reception one would expect if they had brought the crown prince or the chief Burdenbaron with them on crusade. What or who in his ranks warranted such a reception?
This was a question best left for after they rendered the chimera low. Wolfran’s knights were veterans, and enough time under their commander had taught them his moods. As such each had begun charging their zweihanderkriegers for a combined strike on the twisted guardian. Konrad was busy herding the specialists out of the immediate range of the monster, and organizing the details of Wolfran’s orders. He may be an ass, but when the hammer meant the anvil Konrad was a perfect Magnus.
“Zweihanderkriegers hold fire till the Captain shot. Lancers aim for weak points in the joints and head. Remember sirs! Even the most twisted of machinations must function on the physical plane. Damage the demon till the monster gives up the ghost, and its demons run screaming to the hell whence they came!” Konrad called over the intercom. With his Magnus enacting his order Wolfran was able to take an extra second to galvanize a strategy before he released his pint up capacitors on the beast. Another moment after that, and the cursed creature would strike. They had best make their first shots count.