FAMFRIT vs. Party One: Altair/Ofelia/Siana.
Explosions rattled off the armor, fragments of brief light to shatter against the darkness. Famfrit's hulking, enormous form lurched slightly to the side, but the wards on Its armor did not diminish. Forged from the Hands of Gods, this metallic shell would not break against the assault. They would never cast their eyes upon the true form of the Darkening Cloud, It who would drown the sky in Chaos and Waste.
Gripping hold of the chain on Its gauntlet, Famfrit swung the mighty ewer once again. The enormous links of metal crushed the street underneath, sending cobbles flying out toward the party, striking against windows, sailing out into the gloom of Mist.
The air grew even heavier, soaking with humidity. Drops of water began to fall from the sky above, a sky which no hume in the city could glimpse that evening. But the tension began to grow on the air, heralding an oncoming storm and, perhaps too, the doom of further mortals. The offense of Famfrit was relentless, and the dead in the distance already began to accumulate in unknown numbers.
For now, while the rain began to echo softly off the surrounding buildings and thunder rolled heavy and ominous in the distance, their enemy dispersed another volley of cannon fire, concentrated power of the Sea, ancient magicks hurtling furiously toward the party.