The formation absorbed Calypso's charge without breaking.
The Colossid Brutalizers stepped forward as one, slabs of layered muscle rolling under natural armor as tower shields locked together.
Bone-and-mineral weapons came down in disciplined arcs meant to crush rather than cut, each impact timed to overlap the next.
Calypso took the one such hit across the collarbone, the force driving her sideways and tearing skin open down to the meat. Dark blood poured freely, ran hot along her ribs, and steamed as her power surged. Her grin widened, eyes blown wide as the Manifestation of Carnage answered the damage with raw output. Muscle thickened, veins bulged, and the pressure around her body slammed outward hard enough to stagger the front line.
She pushed into the shields anyway.
Another blow cracked into her thigh, splitting muscle and nearly buckling her leg. She planted her foot, roared through clenched teeth, and ripped her axe sideways into a Brutalizer's knee joint.
