Lucy saw it first. The Howler was diving toward Ethel from above, its talons dripping with paralytic neurotoxins. Ethel's back was turned, and the creature was almost upon her. But Lucy didn't hesitate—her body reacted on instinct. She threw her glaive, sending the weapon spinning through the air like a deadly boomerang.

The glaive whistled through the chaos, its plasma blade glowing bright as it ripped through the air. It flung through the Howler's wing, cutting it cleanly off in a burst of black blood. The creature screamed in pain, its descent faltering as it plummeted from the sky.

It crashed at Ethel's feet, skidding across the ground in a heap of writhing limbs. Ethel, who had already turned toward the fallen beast, didn't hesitate. She slammed her foot down with enhanced force, the shockwave from her kick causing the ground to tremble. The Howler's neck cracked under the force, and the creature's body went limp, hushing its shrieks.

The battlefield had now become a well-orchestrated symphony of combat between the two. Lucy and Ethel complemented each other in every move—one on the offensive, the other creating openings, providing support, and striking down threats before they could overwhelm them.

As the Ravagers continued their onslaught, Lucy moved with lightning speed, using the distraction of a Skulker lunging at her from the side to dodge and spin out of range, only to turn and send her glaive slicing through the creature's head in a single clean motion. It fell with a sickening thud, its body crumpling to the ground.

Ethel, never far behind, used her pulse waves to keep the remaining Skulkers at bay, creating a force field of energy that knocked back any creatures foolish enough to get too close. But she knew this wasn't enough—there were more enemies on the horizon.

She turned to Lucy and shouted, "We need to draw them in! Create a bottleneck."

Lucy nodded, understanding the plan immediately. She flicked her wrist, and her glaive's plasma blade flared brightly. She made a few precise strikes against the Ravagers, using the momentum to propel herself back toward a narrow alleyway between the base's outer structures. As the Ravagers followed, eager for their prey, they unknowingly entered the trap.

Ethel, staying behind, raised both hands and activated her energy gauntlets. A surge of concentrated power shot out in front of the Ravagers, locking them into a force field grid. The creatures struggled against the field, but it held them at bay. Lucy, seeing the opportunity, quickly turned, using her acrobatic prowess to leap across the gap, landing directly inside the trapped Ravagers' formation. She whirled her glaive in a circular motion, slashing through the weakened creatures one by one. Each strike was a precision cut, designed to disorient and incapacitate, never wasting a single movement.

The battle raged on—every move calculated, every second fraught with danger. But for Lucy and Ethel, it was a symphony of synchronized perfection. The enemy was fierce, but their teamwork was fiercer. They fought not only with skill but with tactical brilliance, each maneuver designed to stay one step ahead of the overwhelming horde.

The battle was far from over, but for now, the horde was reeling, pushed back by the relentless precision of Lucy and Ethel's combined efforts.

The ground trembled with each step the Leviathan took, its massive, obsidian-like legs shaking the very earth beneath their feet. The beast was a towering colossus, its exoskeleton absorbing any plasma fire from the automated defenses. The energy shields were ineffective against its nearly impenetrable hide. It was the embodiment of unstoppable force, a living wall of destruction.

The horde of monsters continued to pour in from all sides, but the Leviathan, the creature towering above them all, was the true threat. The base's outer defenses were holding—barely—but they wouldn't last long if the Leviathan kept advancing.

Lucy and Ethel knew that they had to act quickly, or the entire base would fall. The automated systems had already proven ineffective against the Leviathan's armor, and it was clear that traditional tactics wouldn't work. They needed a more direct approach.

Ethel's voice rang out, calm and commanding amidst the chaos. "We take the legs out first! We can destabilize it enough to bring it down!"

Lucy's gaze sharpened, her pulse quickening. "I'll go high, you go low." Her plan was simple—distract it from above while Ethel took aim at the base of the Leviathan's towering structure.

Ethel didn't hesitate. She was already calculating her move before Lucy had even finished speaking. With a swift motion, she activated her gauntlets, the pulses of energy crackling from her fingertips, vibrating the air. Her stance shifted, bending her knees slightly as she lined up her shot. Without a word, she released the focused blast of energy directly at the Leviathan's left knee joint.

The ground beneath them shook as the blast collided with its massive limb. The energy pulse hit the joint's protective plates, but the Leviathan's exoskeleton absorbed most of the impact. Still, the force was enough to cause a slight stagger—a momentary wobble in its massive frame. Ethel's eyes narrowed as she prepared for her next strike.

At the same time, Lucy launched herself into the air, activating her thruster boots. The boosters flared to life with a low hum, propelling her upward with immense speed. She darted through the air, a comet of steel and plasma, aiming directly for the Leviathan's head. The momentum of her flight carried her effortlessly toward the beast's towering skull.

Her glaive, now glowing with intense plasma energy, sliced through the air as she aimed for a weak point—one of the Leviathan's glowing eye sockets. Her body twisted mid-flight as she adjusted her angle, zeroing in on her target.

The Leviathan let out an unearthly growl, a sound that reverberated through the ground like thunder. Its massive body jerked slightly as the blast from Ethel's gauntlets made contact. The creature let out an angry, shrill screech, the sound splitting the air as it tried to adjust its stance. Lucy's strike came a split second later.

With all the strength in her legs, Lucy landed on the Leviathan's skull, the force of her landing sending shockwaves through its body. Her glaive struck the glowing eye with a resounding crack, plasma sizzling as it made contact with the hard exoskeleton. The Leviathan howled in pain, its massive frame momentarily recoiling from the attack.

But Lucy knew this wasn't enough. The Leviathan's hide was thick, and while the blow had caused significant damage, it wasn't going to bring the creature down. Ethel was already charging forward again, her pulse blasts tearing through the air, each strike calculated and precise. She didn't have time to wait for another opening. She aimed for the Leviathan's left hind leg, pushing her energy gauntlets to their limits.

As Ethel launched the next blast, Lucy's glaive spun in the air, her enhanced agility allowing her to leap effortlessly toward the Leviathan's neck. She drove the blade down into the vulnerable spot between its shoulder plates, her strikes coordinated with Ethel's blasts. Each strike from Lucy was a perfect follow-up to Ethel's strategic attacks.

The Leviathan shook violently, and it was beginning to falter—just enough for them to see the glimmer of hope.

Ethel and Lucy continued their relentless assault, moving like a well-oiled machine. Ethel's focus remained on keeping the Leviathan destabilized. Every blast was designed to weaken it, to cause enough damage for Lucy to follow up. Her pulse weapons weren't just for offense—they were meant to disrupt the creature's movements, making it harder for the Leviathan to retaliate against Lucy's devastating strikes.

Meanwhile, Lucy's speed was her greatest weapon. She used the environment to her advantage, dashing between the base's structures, using her thrusters to launch herself into the air with each move, striking from above where the Leviathan's defenses were weakest. Her glaive was a constant, whirling presence, slashing, slicing, cutting through the monster's hide with precision and power.

Every time the Leviathan attempted to shake them off, Ethel and Lucy responded with overwhelming force. One blast from Ethel, one strike from Lucy, and the creature's defenses were gradually weakening.

Though the Leviathan loomed large over them, the base's automated defenses were still holding—barely. A few of the exterior gun turrets fired their final rounds, releasing explosive shells into the Leviathan's underbelly. The high-frequency shields created by the outer barriers flickered under the pressure of the beast's presence, but they were holding, giving Lucy and Ethel the precious time they needed to continue their assault.

The Ravagers and Skulkers were still wreaking havoc around the base, but Lucy and Ethel had kept their focus. They knew that the Leviathan was the true threat—the key to surviving this battle.

They were fighting for the base and for every life within it.

And they were winning.

The Leviathan's roar echoed one last time, shaking the very foundation of the base as its massive form stumbled. Ethel saw the opening—a split-second vulnerability in the creature's massive exoskeleton. She raised both of her hands, her gauntlets crackling with energy, and unleashed one final focused blast.

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