Down on the street, Erwin and Marrowin fought shoulder to shoulder against the final line of infantry. Erwin's claymore flashed with blinding holy light, shattering a Squire's shield, while Marrowin followed up instantly, severing its core.
"They're starting to isolate us!" Erwin shouted, noticing the remaining Steel Squires trying to form walls of metal to separate the frontline from the backline. "Don't let them split the party!"
From the heart of the battlefield, the Brass Brawler let out a low, vibrating hum. Its internal engine was reaching its absolute critical limit, preparing for one final, desperate self-detonation to wipe out the invaders.
"Johnn, the core!" Maddy yelled, her eyes locked on the blinding light emitting from the Brawler's chest. "It's bypassing its survival instinct! It's executing a final military scorched earth command!"
