Slipping out from the broken tail, they shook themselves off before they sniffed the air.
Moon didn't need to tell them twice, for they were already off. Charging at them, leaping up, clawing away at the debris and rocks, before they actually managed to get themselves inside of the titan.
So long as Moon held up from being stomped on and pinned, it would give Xinalith time to squeeze through crevices and tear away until they finally reached the core.
Sharp teeth immediately sank themselves into the gemstone core before a large CRACK was heard from within. It broke into two cleanly, the titan letting out a pained roar as it stumbled back. Its body moved like it was drunk, stumbling around, trying to hold itself up, but with the core being broken, it wasn't enough.
Crumbling in its place, it was like another landslide. Rocks and boulders falling down, a large dust cloud blowing out from underneath as it washed over the land in a several mile radius. But alas, when it started to clear, all that remained was a large rock pile.
At the top, movement would be seen, Xinalith's horns coming out first before they pushed themselves back out. Two halves of a gem in their mouth.
The demon started to slide down, the unsteadiness of the pile making them fall on their stomach and tumble down, both pieces falling out as well as they slid across the ground.
With another flash fire though, Xinalith was back in their usual form, battered and bruised and covered in their own blood. Panting softly, they simply lay down on the ground, the back of their hand resting on their forehead.
Then, they laughed. And it hurt to laugh, but they laughed. It was loud, it was free, full of joy that felt like they were high off their fucking nut right now.
Unholy shit. I think all of my bones have cracked and then some. Why do we not do this more often?
