Whether the solitary figure felt satisfaction or disappointment or truly any emotion that could be fathomed by man at the ultimate effect of its strike against the Regisseur, it was impossible to say by its demeanor and it made no efforts to further inform by other means. After all, who was there to listen but the putrid thing that rest slumped before it? The humans and their laughable mechanical facsimiles of the Einst had been utterly insignificant before, much less now that they scattered like insects beneath one's boot at the sight of the impending battle.
It made no effort to escape nor hinder the billowing miasma that roiled forth from the Regisseur's guts. That deep and unearthly glimmer that shone from its core was ever-visible in spite of the fog should any yet remain to observe beyond the two beings and the larger's own spawn. And on the subject of such, a multitude of the beasts seemed to have sprung forth from its rotten flesh under the cover of the thick haze. The Knochen fell upon the singular Einst even as it stood near-motionless - the only movement evident was a slight crane of the neck that brought its gaze up to peer directly at the distended visage of the Regisseur, before it was obscured by the mass of bodies as they piled atop one another.
Bony claws on dead fingers tore and tore and tore, but the false Einst would find that the only alien meat their overzealous talons rent was that of their kin. Not so much as a trace of the Personlichkeit remained among the mass - but its absence lasted only a moment, the crimson-and-pale entity deposited itself readily back into the present dimension a score of meters skyward of the mound. It had simply departed this plane for Einst Space whence set upon by the Knochen and returned as it pleased.
The horned mask-like edifices that stood sentinel near the thing's shoulders separated themselves from its vicinity. An azure fire emanated from the rear of either; from it seemed to grow a thick-set spine, and further from that sprouted skeletal ribs and plate-clad arms and wings of gnarled bone. In their fists were clutched tremendous blades. They descended to the horde below, and unlike their 'parent' they emitted a deeply-pitched noise that straddled the line between a low roar and an animalistic growl as their aggressions were made evident. Steel - or something akin to - it flashed as they set upon the massed Jetzt, retaliating tenfold with their weapons the harm they had sought to inflict moments ago. Their decaying hides would provide little resistance to the rapidly chopping swords, cleaving autonomously to and fro through their numbers.
Their master rose silently skyward as the golems dealt with the rabble below. A sapphire light shone from the hellish skull that decorated its left forearm; reaching across, it drew from within those confines a long-bladed sword not unlike a katana. The weapon rose then fell in a singular stroke, the movement unleashing a crescent shockwave of concentrated energy and force intended to relieve the Regisseur of one of its misshapen arms.
It made no effort to escape nor hinder the billowing miasma that roiled forth from the Regisseur's guts. That deep and unearthly glimmer that shone from its core was ever-visible in spite of the fog should any yet remain to observe beyond the two beings and the larger's own spawn. And on the subject of such, a multitude of the beasts seemed to have sprung forth from its rotten flesh under the cover of the thick haze. The Knochen fell upon the singular Einst even as it stood near-motionless - the only movement evident was a slight crane of the neck that brought its gaze up to peer directly at the distended visage of the Regisseur, before it was obscured by the mass of bodies as they piled atop one another.
Bony claws on dead fingers tore and tore and tore, but the false Einst would find that the only alien meat their overzealous talons rent was that of their kin. Not so much as a trace of the Personlichkeit remained among the mass - but its absence lasted only a moment, the crimson-and-pale entity deposited itself readily back into the present dimension a score of meters skyward of the mound. It had simply departed this plane for Einst Space whence set upon by the Knochen and returned as it pleased.
The horned mask-like edifices that stood sentinel near the thing's shoulders separated themselves from its vicinity. An azure fire emanated from the rear of either; from it seemed to grow a thick-set spine, and further from that sprouted skeletal ribs and plate-clad arms and wings of gnarled bone. In their fists were clutched tremendous blades. They descended to the horde below, and unlike their 'parent' they emitted a deeply-pitched noise that straddled the line between a low roar and an animalistic growl as their aggressions were made evident. Steel - or something akin to - it flashed as they set upon the massed Jetzt, retaliating tenfold with their weapons the harm they had sought to inflict moments ago. Their decaying hides would provide little resistance to the rapidly chopping swords, cleaving autonomously to and fro through their numbers.
Their master rose silently skyward as the golems dealt with the rabble below. A sapphire light shone from the hellish skull that decorated its left forearm; reaching across, it drew from within those confines a long-bladed sword not unlike a katana. The weapon rose then fell in a singular stroke, the movement unleashing a crescent shockwave of concentrated energy and force intended to relieve the Regisseur of one of its misshapen arms.