[Post here first] Southern Savannah

Finally entering a clearing he noticed the beast, and smiled in glee. It was so... beautiful! Something so massive, so ripe for the hammering! Wiping off drool from his mouth he straightened out. Hammering was fun, but a professional business too. Before charging the beast, he slotted an enchanted pure silver bolt into his crossbow, and launched it into the beast. If the beast consisted of magical powers, or was using it in large supply, it would certainly be hurt, and most importantly, this would let him know if he should slot in the silver pieces for his weapons.

Liz was beginning to question why she even bothered issuing ranged weapons to her Riders. Damn things never worked against such beasts, and just wasted time. She should really see about getting some of that explosively-enchanted ammuntion they were working on for the Navy. But that would not help her now. Already several Riders had reported the sickening feeling when they got close to rescue the wounded, and that is something that would cause immense amounts of problems for the primarily melee based fighters.

She released the charge on her shield, choosing instead to keep a continually shield presence around her and St. George, hopefully enough that it would keep the miasma's effects at bay from her and her griffin. She sought out one of the talons as it flashed by her, though whether it targetted her or someone behind her she didn't know, and her blade did not care as the blade, swathed in green lightning, swung at the outstretched appendage. Perhaps it could penetrate the thick plating that coated the beast.

Asadobres began to circle the monster, keeping a distance. She was unsure as to what the monster could do. It certainly looked... disturbing. She too was preparing an attack for the monster, magic was building in her throat, cool air began to fog around her maw and a slight white glow could be seen behind her teeth.

Spero crouched down then like a sprinter pushing off the block he shoots upward into the air. He moves faster than any mortal could track, faster than an arrow loosed from a bow. The Seraphim's seal spins around him augmenting every aspect of his physical and mental abilities. As he enters it's unholy mist he can feel it mingling with his own holy aura. He aims his flight to slam onto the creatures spin. If he succeeds he would then begin to hammer at the beast with the flaming khopesh.

A single crossbow bolt wouldn't do much to a creature of this size, but Urist might notice that the path it cleaved through the Myst that wreathed the creature was slow to be filled, leaving a gaping hole in the thick grey substance for several long minutes. The magic powered arrow managed to puncture the bony structure of the beast, lodging into the almost chitinous layer that covered the black bones it was composed of but doing little else. Lightning crackled across one of its talons from the Commodore's strike and managed to carve out a small piece of bone, although it didn't seem to cause the behemoth any pain - truthfully, it didn't even appear to notice the blow. The same could be said of the fire-engulfed arrow shot by the Catriona - it impacted the creature's structure and, although it wasn't noticed by the behemoth, it did cause the bone to char and crack ever so slightly, chips of burned bone flaking away and falling toward the ground so far below.

What really got a reaction was when Spero launched himself into action, surging toward the behemoth sword-first. The blade cleaved through bone and Myst easily, wrenching an earth-shaking roar of anger and pain from the creature. But barely had the sword left the gash it created than the Myst was attempting to coalesce again, seeking to repair the damage caused by the seraphim's holy power. It lashed out with one of its giant talon-tipped appendages, seeking to smack the angel out of the air and, if possible, crush him into the ground. Everyone else was, for the most part, ignored - this winged being was its enemy, what little it could apparently think, and so that was where its attention was fixated. For the time being, its forward momentum had halted to engage Spero. And since it had stopped, this resulted in something that was.. less than ideal: The Myst that roiled around its body began to spread, seeking to suck the life out of those it encountered, even tearing the life force out of the very ground it crawled across, heading inexorably toward the people standing nearby. The same effects persisted as it got closer to people - weakness, respiratory issues, and a bone-deep painful itch.

It was at this moment that the area where Catriona's arrow found purchase would suddenly light up in flames. While they didn't do much more additional damage, the little flash of light amidst the fog might serve as a beacon of hope for Catriona and Sidarin. Their arrows wouldn't be quite as ineffective as they thought they'd be.

Jun flew back and forth in the air above the combatants. She was closer now than ever before. Sharp eyes would perceive a girl riding a large bird-like creature, though exact details would still be obscured by the flames.

The presence Jun had summoned continued to zero in on the non-magical fighters. Now, as Catriona struggled to breathe, she might feel a calm warmth in her lungs and a surge of adrenaline to help her focus. She may or may not notice softly glowing embers beginning to dot her skin and clothing. The same would be true for Sidarin.

The Land Tillers' State's forces were hanging back, trying to regroup while other fighters joined the fray. Now that Jun was closer, they were starting to notice their arrowheads were lighting up as well...

It was worth noting the contrast between @artofpain 's element of choice and Jun's. While the battlefield in general became warmer, it would not abate Kerynlos' spell in the least. It might however result in a foggy breeze encircling his aura. Whether this was a nuisance, advantage, or amusing curiosity was left up to him.

Gleefully satisfied with the bolt's effects, he unscrews the diamond bits from his weapons and puts in the enchanted silver. The wizard who did their magics called it "hagbane," and described it very well. "Dem wos magic, or wot do magic, or magic anywho, is in fer a nasty surprise!" Clearly he had not lied! He approached the creature with caution, reckoning that amongst the beasts around him he would be but a dot. Still, the anti-magical bits the wizard gave him more or less kept him safe for now, so he decided to do what he usually did charged with his hammer held high. He would not shout, for that was foolish, but he would bring his we down the moment he came close to whatever appeared to be the thickest part of the beast, it's unique spell breaking properties hopefully wounding the beast. 

Asadobres passed above the beast. She released the magic breath she was building across the top of the monster, massive ice crystals forming along her pass. Even after she passed above the monster, the crystals continued to grow for sometime.