The leg didn't just fail.
It practically gave up.
What little structural integrity remained along its lower mass buckled under the accumulated damage, fibers tearing loose in a staggered collapse rather than a clean break.
The limb folded inward on itself and slammed into the ruined street below—BOOOOM~—sending a rolling shock through the town that cracked pavement, kicked debris skyward, and knocked several nearby buildings the rest of the way down.
As the sprout lurched.
Its massive upper body tilted, weight shifting unevenly as the remaining legs strained to compensate. For a brief, violent moment, it looked like it might actually fall.
That sound—the leg hitting—cut through everything.
Pyro snapped his head down mid-burn, flames sputtering as his focus broke. Starboy did the same, hovering higher than he'd been moments before, eyes wide as he tracked the damage below.
They saw it.
Don, half-buried in churned asphalt and broken concrete, already moving again.
