-Oliver keeps firing, the Devotion clearly having enough stamina (or ammunition, really) to just keep going as it peppers him with tungsten sabots sheathed in blue-hot plasma-
-as Valerie continues, this time firing purple, shimmering bolts of pure mana at the beast that talks like Artorias does-
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—The bombardment works, and the beast feels its grip on the knight fading. It screams, it struggles, but it is stuck in place and at the mercy of none as Artorias's teammates fill him with ammunition. Eventually, the beast collapses to its knees, screaming a death knell as it falls to the ground. Artorias, in his moments before consciousness leave him, claims control of his broken body once again.—
@Everyone: Thank...you, my friends.
—With that, the fallen knight passes out in a pool of his own blood—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-As the beast collapses onto the ground-
-Oliver runs out of ammunition-
-After hearing the Devotion click, he screeches a swear and reloads the weapon, practically whipping the MG's ammo box away-
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Omar is still with Claire in case more people need to be carefully escorted to the medic office, his uniform's mask concealing whatever confusion he is feeling-
-Asagi, meanwhile is...still just watching-
-Mostly thankful that wasn't her getting perforated with bullets for once-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Six: -blankly stares at the detonating grenade with dull surprise-
Oliver: -finishes reloading his Devotion just as the grenade explodes, and falls back onto his rear in shock-
Valerie: -watches... utterly confused-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—The explosion sends Artorias limp body flying, but a small talisman around his neck erects just enough of a barrier to shield him from the heat, if not the impact. He crashes onto the ground with a sickening crunch, and something in his left leg goes the wrong way, bending it backwards. Otherwise, he is better off than most who took a grenade to the face.—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.

Omar: Does anyone even understand what this man is even saying anymore?
-His tone has not changed an inch as he keeps emptying his rifle into the mad man-
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