(To insert later: the log of events! In summary: the shadows are defeated, but critically injure Greg; Shamash herself is somewhat wounded but better off after her own battle. The two clash and come to a stalemate, but it ultimately seems that she will be able to put him down. However, Anu, who reveals himself to be leader of the band, commands her to finish him off. Shamash quickly picks up on the fact that he (and most of the squad) are now following the Heart of Evil/Infinity Corp with far too much devotion... she was interested in simply being a killer, and not in making such attachments.
Interested in insuring that her opponent dies a far more 'peaceful' death, she defies Anu, and he sets the Heart of Evil on her for her seeming disobedience. Shamash lets Greg go and faces the being, as Greg rescues the prone Assassin and Jikuro. Assassin eventually recovers, and... well... lots of things. To come. Idran can feel free to 'continue' at this point. He knows from where and all.)
42 nodded. "Yeah, might as well... things seem to be coming to a head, here..."
He utilized the item Kelne had given him to do the same; he appeared to have taken the form of a rotting mask rotating on a multi-legged crux. Kelne, meanwhile, seemed to have taken on the form of a masked, clawed being of some sort.
As they descended, the walls began to rumble more and more... the sound of the Ikei began to build up continuously just beyond the wall...
... as the way continued downward, they would seemingly catch up with someone who had been ahead of them this entire time... it seemed to be... 85? She, apparently, hadn't noticed them, so intent on descent as she was. Where had she come from, though? Why was she heading this way?
42 was quite startled, to say the least; he tried to speak up, but his words caught in his throat.
"All excellent suggestions in their own right, I'm sure," Justin answered, mentally sighing. "However, we lack parachutes, ramming devices, and the ability to break the laws of physics. No, it seems, it's only a matter of time before we crash. If we act quickly enough, we may be able to crash in a location that will at least allow us some chance of survival..."
Justin glanced out the windshield. As luck would seemingly have it, a giant lens could be seen through said windshield... and the sight of it seemed to give him some manner of temporary cheer.
"The controls are overheating as we speak, damaged as they have been by that assassin. What I'll need you Minions to do is to utilize your shovels and create some manner of air current, and try to direct it towards the general area of the controls... what I ask may, in fact, be impossible, but it seems we have no other hope of survival at this point," Justin concluded, sighing again. He didn't enjoy placing his fate in the hands of Minions... not even his own Minions, mind, but then he hadn't been anticipating the return arrival of this assassin... perhaps yet another bit of data that had somehow been corrupted...
The battle against Aruru did not seem to be going terribly well; those who attempted to net her found that their nets were seemingly turned back upon their owners in the ultimate act of betrayal. Shovels appeared to leave a mark, but not enough to make her turn or stall her... not a good situation, one way or another.
Stephen seemed to be faring the worst. His attempts to break her parries had, ultimately failed... and she was breaking through his own attempts far too easily. It was as if she had become a completely different opponent since... what had it been? A matter of hours? How ridiculous...
Aruru's blade, as it were, had pierced and impaled Stephen... to no real effect, other than his annoyance. "Oh, I see," Aruru nodded, "... undead. Apparently conventional attacks won't be enough to finish you off..."
As she went on in this manner, Stephen made an attempt: to seize the hood that hid her facial features, hoping for perhaps a way to briefly stun or distract his opponent. And while he managed to seize it, she managed to catch his hand in the act, and prevent him from taking all of it off.
Damnit, Stephen cursed again. So much for that.