Having experienced just how cunning and insidious this Dirt World Desolate God was, Westheid had no intention of giving it a chance to pull any tricks. He immediately resorted to the just tactic of ganging up on it.
'When you suspect an enemy is playing mind games, the best solution is to just kill them.'
'Just overwhelm it with raw damage. How's that for a plan?'
At Westheid's words, the Silver-haired Princess was the first to act. She hurled the Sunlight Spear from her hand, and a fleeting bolt of lightning pierced the Devourer's bat-like wing with blinding speed.
"HISS—"
The Dirt World Desolate God cried out in pain. Unable to maintain its hover, it crashed to the ground.
Mivana and Westheid immediately followed. Attacking from either side, the Silver Sword and Shadow-Born pierced the Desolate God's massive arms. They began to pin down and pummel the Devourer, splattering indistinct Chaos flesh everywhere.
"You! You! You just love to fucking run, don't you?!"
