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"We started from below,"

"Through the ashes down from the dirt~"

"Running from the cold,"

"Drawn to fire, love when it burns~"

As Arc sailed through the air, the tail-like construct that had retreated with him hit the ground bellow, softening the fall as Arc landed in a crouch a little ways away. He was winded and his body was screaming, but a grin was plastered to his face as he watched the headless horror collapse. One down, one to go.

The victory was short-lived though, and before Arc could enjoy it he was suddenly tensing as the green one roared. He knew full-well something was coming but his body felt heavy and he was slow to react. The lack of blood hid his injuries well, but frankly if he had normal blood he'd likely be dead, and he knew it.

He was no stranger to living on borrowed time, but there was only so much he could achieve with willpower alone, and his body was nearly at it's limit. Besides that, if Whisp became too exhausted to manipulate itself, Arc would start to bleed, which would currently be really bad.

He had barely gotten himself into a standing position before the scales began to fly. ~Rip.~ Despite the sarcastic growl in Arc's mind, both of Whisp's constructs were already moving. What was left of the thin construct that had held the jacket down shot out to grab hold of the pale-one's dead body, while the other one closer to Arc rose into the air above him.

Arc, however, was instantly aware he was too slow. He braced himself to jump but he knew he didn't have enough time before the scales reached him, until suddenly he did. The brunette man's quirk had slowed the scales coming at him, and Arc didn't think twice before taking the time he was given and jumping to get moving again.

Immediately he was mobile once more as the construct above him swung downward into the ground, launching him back into the air as Whisp took over. The thinner construct holding onto the corpse suddenly yanked Arc as he went airborne, retracting back into his body as it pulled him towards the Nomu. He twisted to avoid the last of the scales and drew his daggers before landing near the top of the dead nomu's side opposite Stag's head, remaining low to keep the pale body between him and the green nomu's eyes.

Being low on time, he did not take the chance for granted. As the other two moved to attack, Arc took an all-or-nothing stance, knowing this could very well be their last chance to take out the remaining head. Both of his constructs had vanished back into his body by the time he had landed, but as he reached his hand closer to the top of the creature a construct suddenly appeared from one of the cuts on his arm left from it's scales.

This one was more than double the size of any he had used thus far, shooting out to curve into the shape of a large scythe before hardening along the length of it's blade. Arc felt the familiar rush of lightheadedness as Whisp used his full size, but he held on like a stubborn burr as the scythe suddenly swung down in time with the other Raiders. Instead of going for the eyes, it was aimed at the corner of the Nomu's mouth, it's curved blade hooking to try and pierce the roof of it's mouth near the back of it's throat.