Chương 90: Turning the Table

June finally launched herself right back into her preferred role as a high-society human flamethrower, aggressively channeling her magical incantations for a highly anticipated second attempt. A violent, swirling aura of pure crimson fire immediately erupted from the mud and completely engulfed her elegant form, turning her into a glowing, crackling monument of raw thermal energy that looked ready to reduce this entire forest sector to immediate ash.

Hoping to provide the perfect mechanical opening for our resident royal pyromaniac, I tapped into my inventory switch and instantly manifested the unpainted, heavy frame of my Training Prototype-7 revolver into one hand, while the scuffed wood of my Practice Piece flintlock materialized perfectly into the other. I extended both arms and pulled the smooth triggers simultaneously, launching a synchronized pair of basic attacks screaming straight across the short gap directly toward Kullervo's petrified oak torso.

Thanks to Rekka keeping the giant thoroughly distracted with her manic chainsaw routine, the fifteen-foot bipedal colossus possessed zero operational window to pull off one of his sleek, high-observation matrix dodges. Both projectiles smacked squarely into his trunk with a deeply satisfying, loud crunch.

My heavy revolver bullet aggressively chipped away a massive chunk of his ancient oak armor plating, while the secondary black-powder detonation from the flintlock round violently expanded inside the fresh cracks, finally delivering some genuine, deep physical hurt to his health bar.

The giant wooden bipedal bunker slowly pivoted his faceless torso away from the frontline, locking his terrifying, invisible gaze straight onto my face as if tracking down the localized source of his new structural structural ventilation.

"Keep your miserable, unblinking sightlines locked squarely on me!" Rekka shrieked into the smoke, her glowing red eyes flashing with a terrifying level of sadistic pride. She aggressively waved her massive, fossilized Spine-Breaker's Reaver greatsword in a brutal vertical arc, channeling every single ounce of her raw berserker aggression directly into the matte step-blade.

Kullervo instinctively hoisted his comically oversized left club arm mid-air to block the incoming disaster, but the sheer kinetic impact of her strike was so phenomenally bloated that it completely defied his physical defenses. A sickening, explosive wooden snap echoed right through the clearing as a massive network of deep hairline fractures instantly webbed across his primary melee limb, shattering his petrified oak weapon hand into immediate, splintered ruin.

Dimitri bellowed at the absolute top of his lungs, his vocal cords vibrating with enough pure warrior energy to rattle a skeleton.

"Iron Vow!" he screamed, unleashing a provocative roar that practically smacked our giant wooden landlord right in his invisible face. Stolen story; please report. The psychological impact of that majestic shout was instant and spectacular. It forced Kullervo to completely drop his previous train of thought, locking his advanced tactical awareness onto our burly Russian vanguard with total, single-minded focus and temporarily short-circuiting his ability to execute any of those flashy, devastating magic spells.

Deprived of his fancy magical arsenal, the fifteen-foot bipedal colossus was legally obligated by the rules of psychological warfare to aggressively direct his physical aggression solely toward Dimitri. With the giant wooden bunker completely locked into his tunnel-vision state, I extended my unpainted Training Prototype-7 revolver and unleashed three rapid-fire basic attacks straight into his flank.

The trio of heavy mana bullets sizzled across the short gap like a line of highly impatient glowing blue hornets, smacking squarely into his petrified oak armor plating with a sequence of highly satisfying, metallic-sounding crunches that chipped away even more of his wooden defenses. Seeing the fifteen-foot bipedal colossus temporarily pinned down by our tag-team routine, Fiona decided it was time to move.

With a sudden surge of raw druid magic, she went full apex predator and shifted right back into her colossal red bear form, bounding through the purple muck like a fuzzy, multi-ton freight train. She lunged forward and clamped her massive, bone-shattering jaws right onto Kullervo's freshly fractured club arm, sinking her teeth deep into the splintered wood and pulling back with all her weight to systematically dismantle his main weapon hand.

Realizing that we had the perfect mechanical setup to deliver a high-damage finale, I locked my wrist, keeping my sightlines perfectly Kullervo.

"Arcane Discharge, revolver style," I muttered under my breath, activating the skill to forcefully overload the weapon's chamber with a concentrated surge of raw magical energy. I maintained my rock-solid aim, bringing the heavy barrel of the prototype handgun completely flat against the target's exposed centerline.

"Rhythmic Spark," I added, calling out the specialized weapon bonus as the internal mana mechanism inside the cylinder ignited with a brilliant, blinding blue light. I squeezed the smooth trigger of my Training Prototype-7 revolver, sending the high-powered mana round screaming out of the chamber, before immediately following up with a quick, synchronized basic attack from my scuffed Practice Piece flintlock.

The heavy revolver bullet tore through the toxic purple haze and slammed dead center into the deep cracks of Kullervo's petrified oak torso, driving the armor-breaking physical impact deep into his internal root structure. A split-second later, the flintlock projectile caught up with its partner, violently detonating upon physical contact with his bark shell to unleash a beautiful, high-velocity mini explosion that aggressively roasted his wooden interior.

The combined damage output of the magic combo was an absolute masterpiece of tactical demolition. The fifteen-foot bipedal colossus suddenly groaned under the sheer weight of the impact, his ancient joints completely giving out as he violently dropped down onto his massive knees in the bubbling purple mud, looking completely weakened to the absolute extreme.

Seeing our giant wooden landlord officially brought down to eye level, Rekka didn't waste a single millisecond to celebrate, beauty-walking straight into his personal space bubble with a maniacal grin plastered across her crimson profile. She hoisted her massive black-iron Spine-Breaker's Reaver greatsword and violently slammed the matte step-blade directly into Kullervo's rooted leg, unleashing a brutal, wide-arcing horizontal chop that completely severed the ancient oak limb with a sickening, splintering crunch.

Our favorite unhinged alternate personality threw her head back and unleashed a deeply sadistic, cackling laugh that echoed right through the dense pollution, full of mocking joy.

"There is nowhere left for you to crawl, you pathetic pile of filth!" Rekka shrieked into the smoke, her glowing red eyes flashing with pure, prideful madness as she glared down at Kullervo's broken frame.

"Your life ends this very instant!"