Vexen's hawk screeched, Signal Trace pinging the metal user, green shard glowing, her rifle firing, bullet piercing his arm, blood pooling, his spikes faltering. She dodged a lightning bolt, boots skidding, reloading, her cropped hair matted with ash, voice clipped, "Metal's weak!" The lightning user surged, bolts cracking, wounding Torqa's arm, stone Ikona rumbling, ochre shard dim, his growl fierce, smashing a soldier, blood spraying, combat relentless, Ikona dominating.