Micah saw a white figure rushing towards him but had no time to react. It went through the Aegis of Athena like the powerful ward wasn’t there and would have killed him if not for Bast’s Embrace. The spell was meant to let him travel through shadows but he had learnt to simply hide there, untouchable and immaterial as the night that Bast’s children favored. Safe in his darkness, Micah watched as the room he been in shifted and lurched.
Moment’s later, the entire building collapsed. Micah watched, in awe of the power he had just witnessed. Nothing was left of the hospital, just a pile of rubble while he still hung several stories above the ground. He saw strange things in the sky above, like a second sun and a growing darkness, but did not trouble himself with them.
Micah knew his enemy and they were not it. He invoked the Calling of Ares and felt himself pulled downwards. The creature he had fought still lived. Micah drifted lower and saw listened closely to the Call. He counted twenty seven of the mockeries below, though most were too badly injured to concern himself with. William Power flew into a group of six and engaged them. The man seemed able to subdue them, for a time, but not to deal enough damage to truly destroy them.
Brother Micah sent down Jupiter’s Majesty to finish off those the famous warrior rendered helpless until none was left for him to call upon. All but a handful of the rings that made up his robe of power had burnt away. Still, there was more he could do. He watched the vengeful sun above send out great plumes of flame to attack some of the abomination as it crawled from the rubble. The Chariot of Helios let him ride one of those plumes, direct it and keep it alive after it should have faded.
The Call sounded louder, told him his final goal was in sight.
“There!” He gestured and at least one amongst his allies must have heard him for they responded. “That is the creature’s heart! Strike it!”
Things came, things that the Eyes of Hermes could only identify as liches, dead men that walked. They swarmed over the body, the one he’d identified as the true Skinthief. They did not speak, simply grunted and gibbered as the thing tore them apart. Micah smiled. Where they touched or were touched by the creature, the liches left behind a terrible curse, a spreading rot. The beast’s stolen healing held it at bay but more and more was added.
Micah laughed as he called more of the sun’s fire to him and fell upon the weakened creature, certain of his victory now.