Pip's warning whistle barely escapes his locked audio-ports before violet chains erupt straight up out of the churned earth around him, thick as ship's rope, humming low and angry and crackling with barely restrained fury. They lash around all three soldiers trying to restrain Pip before the demons even register the threat.
The chains wrench them viciously off Pip's body, snap them together in midair with a sickening crunch of armor and bone, and hurl their limp, twitching bodies into the dirt in one brutal, unbroken motion with a resounding slam~, leaving three crumpled forms gouged into the earth where they land.
Sera skids in a heartbeat later, slicing apart an approaching group of smoke-soldiers along the way, boots tearing trenches through the mud as she heaves her greatsword in a wide, precise arc that cleaves through smoke and flesh alike, her hair whipping loose from its braid with the force of the effort.
