The ensuing chaos that followed as the battle began was a spectacle. Multiple armaments on the fortress's walls and battlements fired at the ensuing flesh golems. Streaks of energy flew through the air, some hit their targets, others missed and destroyed the mountain range behind them. Debris filled the air, raining down on the flesh golems and causing them to bleed just a tiny amount.
Milo himself was in the middle of that frenzy, weaving between flinching flesh golems. If they started to bleed, it wouldn't be too long before the ravenous constructs attempted to suck their blood dry. Milo must not bleed, no matter what. He dodged under a golems foot. Narrowly avoiding getting in the way of a construct and its prey, that being a small flesh form. He was looking for the damn colossus. For how big the thing was, it was surprisingly good at concealing its presence.
Lost in thought, he didn't notice the flesh mass headed right for him until it was too late. It pierced through the vambrace of his left arm. Milo winced as he felt his nerves scream at him. It had been so very long since he felt this type of pain. He had managed to set aside and ignore the agony of his flaw after living with it for nearly a month on end, but having his nervous system back wasn't exactly pleasant. Forcing his body to listen. The Prototype swung true, slicing through the flesh pile, and then dicing it into tiny bits for good measure.
Carmen's Masterpiece rushed to plug the wound. In this time between gaining his body back and this battle, he had lots of time to master his aspect. He had never taken his Aspect's name to heart. He always saw technology as a mere extension of himself. It technically was, but, he was god of machines. They didn't merely just follow his will, they served him and him alone. After understanding this fact, his technology became much more helpful. It did things to protect him that he would normally have to waste conscious thinking about.
No matter how fast Carmen's Masterpiece was to staunch the bleeding, the constructs had sensed it. Milo readied the Prototype, he ducked low as a construct slashed at him. Gone was the sleek and slender design of the constructs. They were made for one thing and one thing only. To drink the blood of anything and everything they could.
The smooth cobalt layered armor was replaced with a dull grey. The thin seams were noticeably thicker, and the robots had serrated edges and jagged joints. Anywhere a sharp object could be fitted was fitted. This turned their camera like heads into ones that more resembled the end of a spear.
Milo brought the Prototype up with a diagonal slash, the construct was still swiping at Milo. Milo side stepped and caved its head in with his right arm. For good measure, he used the extra function of the arm, and pellets shredded the constructs head. Milo looked ahead.
Thousands of constructs flayed at the flesh golems. Indiscriminate in their targets, if another construct got into their way? Tough luck, Milo gritted his teeth.
'What's up with the golems?'
It was clear that the golems were not going to win this fight. In that case, they would've retreated already. Yet they continued to lumber onwards towards the fortress. This was getting complicated.
'Change of plans'
Milo retreated from the battlefield. He ran as fast as his legs would allow him. He ducked under the jagged bone of a flesh mass, avoided the crushing hand of a flesh golem. He sliced through anything in his way. Sparks, blood, metal, flesh, it didn't matter. They all deserved to die anyway.
He reached his destination, an hourglass formation that Eva and Milo had scouted out before was in view. In the next moment, a white array of cords that resembled ligaments and tissue appeared in his hand. He skidded to a stop, and raised the array to his mouth.
"COME AND GET ME YOU BASTARDS!"
Memory: [Cacophony of Cords]
Memory Rank: Ascended
Memory Type: Tool
Memory Description: [Pain shared is pain halved, rage shared is raged multiplied. Rage is indiscriminate, revenge is not. All this cacophony wants is revenge.]
Milo felt the agony of his flaw diminish, in fact, it was nearly erased entirely. However, he felt a new pain, it felt like his flesh was being shredded. That pain quickly ceased though as all fighting on the battlefield stopped. Every single construct and mass of flesh turned their heads directly at him. The construct's lights had turned to a dark red, and the flesh golems screamed with rage. All of this rage directed towards him.
He didn't stop regardless of the tidal wave of enemies headed towards his direction. He blew into the memory as hard as he could. A deep rumbling signaled his plan had worked. Stomping on both friend and foe alike, the flesh colossus made its way towards Milo.
Milo didn't resist as multiple flesh tendrils reached out and grabbed him. Pulling him into the flesh colossus. He was met face to face with the core once again, this time. The flesh colossus laughed.
"How long has it been since I assimilate living flesh."
Outside the battle continued, the screams were getting closer however. The whirr of constructs was also approaching the flesh colossus. It seemed mildly annoyed but shook it off.
The core opened, the upper body of a pale man reached out. Rotten rags drenched in blood were drooped over his shoulder. Milo nearly gagged at the sheer smell of this thing. The pale man reached out with his arms, grabbing Milo's head. His eyes pierced his body, looking at his very soul.
"You are.... a divine subject. A divine subject to be mine!"
Milo grimaced as he felt the flesh enter his soul. He hurriedly entered his Soul Sea as well. In his Soul Sea, the pale man had flesh writhing around his body. It hoisted him up, kept him functioning. Milo raised the Prototype. Carmen's Masterpiece fitted itself for battle. The digital blue eyes disappeared entirely, leaving only a blank visor.
"You have a very interesting soul... it is unlike anything I've seen before."
Milo didn't speak back, he wouldn't entertain this blob of flesh. Yet it just didn't stop talking.
"I wasn't blessed like you, imagine it. Born into corruption, coming into this world knowing only pain and suffering. Knowing only to chase the flame of others, never to have your own."
The flesh slithered up to his arms. Each one sported long and sharp claws.
"Perhaps after assimilating you, I can finally kindle my own flame."
Milo scoffed, he sheathed the Prototype. In the next moment, his arms sported an armament nearly as long as his body. He aimed it directly at the flesh colossus.
"I really don't give a shit about your backstory, you nearly killed Eva, and so you have to die."
The coil gun fired, and struck the pale man directly in the head. The body staggered back, and yet it did not fall, his head reformed itself. Milo chuckled to himself.
'It can bring its flesh from the outside and use it in here. It's practically immortal.'
Milo grinned. Good, it would suffer a thousand deaths. The pain of dying a thousand times.
"You will suffer as I have."