The two squads worked in tandem with Brenden and Dad to control the movements of the NightWalker as my strategy began to show what I was looking for.
Injuries.
By this point, I was no stranger to the odd regenerative abilities of this particular NightWalker, and once the fire died out, I saw black smoke billowing off the monster, not from being charred; no, this was its form of blood, and by the copious amounts of gas spilling out of its body, especially from the large hole from where I had stabbed it, I was able to estimate its heal timer.
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Just like when fighting Giants or Trolls, who are known for excessively high regeneration, there were only two ways to deal with such a thing: stack the damage to a point where it can no longer keep up with healing the injuries, or blast it away with a single, extremely powerful attack, and in reality, I was planning on doing both.
So, while Vector, Air, my brother, and my father were working on the monster, I moved up and joined Quake before assigning them a role.
(Quake, follow my lead. We’re going to SPIRIT BOMB THIS MOTHER FUCKER!) With that short command, I jumped up and slammed my palm down on the platform, causing every speck of dirt I had dropped to rise up as if a massive shockwave had hit the platform.
Although more than half the people present were confused by my terminology, there was a significant portion who understood the meaning behind my words.
Falling into a horse stance, I, very slowly and under a lot of strain, curled my fingers into claws and began raising my arms; meanwhile, the dirt rapidly ascended before colliding with itself and forming a massive bolder in the sky well over 800 feet above.
With each collective batch added to it, I could feel my PC draining rapidly, and then there was the weight.
While I don’t fully understand the mechanics behind it, when it comes to my Geomancy talent, there is an equal distribution of weight between myself and what my talent controls.
For example, lifting a 5-pound rock with my Talent was easy as pie, but if I wanted to lift something that weighed a ton, there was some type of algorithm that determined if I would be able to control such weight, no doubt based on my stats in some manner.
And as the bolder in the sky continued collecting more and more resources, I could feel my muscles begin to bulge out, and that was where the other Geomancers and kinetics came in.
Slowly, as the now tanker truck-sized dense ball of rock grew, I could feel the responsibility of controlling the thing being split between myself and a few other people, most likely the ones who understood my reference and had Kinetic Talents, meaning they could control but not create.
(Keep it distracted. Vector, Air, Marek, and Jaxx: do not let it look up and notice the attack we are working on. Fire, Ice, Water, Phys Join in; make the thing pay attention to you at all costs!)
’Xilia, I need you to feed me particle water. The others are merely holding it, but I’m doing all the collection work, and my PC is dwindling rapidly.’
’Right, here,’ appearing beside me, my slave whipped out a two-liter of Beta Particle Water and poured it into my mouth slow enough that I could gulp it down while continuing to draw in every bit of dirt I had dropped during the span of the battle.
The reason I was having Xilia feed me in the first place was because I had to reinforce my arm braces in such a way that there was no way for me to move or bend them. Basically, I had turned the braces into full-on casts, ones that would keep my arms locked in place since they were now secured to my hips and even thighs.
In a sense, I made a full body cast that allowed me to stay in a power stance with my arms overhead, even with broken bones, torn ligaments, and shredded muscles.
Was it a good Idea? Nope, I’m sure I will pay for it later, but right now, I have to do something crazy, and if anything, that is exactly something I am good at.
What was funny was that even through all this, I was still manipulating the camera drones with my fingers, like typing on a keyboard, so in actuality, I was multitasking four separate things: adding to the stone in the sky, controlling the cameras, keeping an eye on the NightWalker’s accumulated damage, and monitoring the Zap Squad as they overdrafted their most powerful attacks.
Alright, it was a lot, and frankly, it could all have been avoided if I had just swapped over to Xipher and dealt with the damn thing, but right now, all I really wanted to do was go home and take a nap; regardless, time pressed on.
Now and then, someone from the attack squad would get swatted away like a fly before being dragged down the mountain to the healers. At some point, Sonas showed up and joined in with Brenden and Dad.
But no matter what the collective group did, the NightWalker Stayed Standing; mind you, now it was turtled up in a defensive position with its arms protecting its head and curled up while crouching down, but still on its feet.
For 30 minutes, that was the situation, a constant bombardment of attacks, Brenden, Dad, and Sonas zipping around with the Phys squad attacking while dodging elemental attacks left and right, until finally, I felt the last bit of dirt I had dropped collide with the bolder, the…meteor…alright the thing in the sky was fucking HUGE, like a mini mountain in the shape of a ball.
It was a little larger than the full platform and weighed more than I could calculate. Let’s put it this way: if it were just me holding this thing up, I’d be squished like a bug, and there was a major issue beginning to crop up.
All of the members of Quake were at their teather and only minutes from passing out due to exhaustion, so it was now or never. With that thought in mind, I issued the order.
(ALL SQUADS MOVE BACK! ZAP, UNLEASH HELL NOW!)