The amalgamation reached up to a glowing earpiece protruding from one of its five heads and tapped the device with a fleshy finger.
A glowing red microphone icon instantly materialized directly above Syra. She opened her mouth to scream a warning to the rest of the vanguard squad. Absolute silence erased her words entirely, cutting off her spellcasting incantations and severing her audio connection to the group.
Iron-Scale lunged from the shadows to strike the amalgamation on the flank. The boss pivoted to grab a massive plastic jug strapped to its back and unleash a spray of boiling black coffee across the boardroom. The scalding liquid melted the remaining laminate chairs and scorched the carpet fibers.
Iron-Scale channeled his emerald core to generate a miniature cyclone that caught the boiling spray and redirected it straight into the drywall.
