Ten minutes of coordinated attacks had left no visible mark across the armored King's body.
Juna crossed above its shoulders, then drove both heels into the joint beneath its crimson mane.
Her two silver Wings flared through the retreat while the dark aura swallowed her full impact without one ripple.
Loccy arrived from the opposite side with her single Wing driving a fist toward the center breastplate.
The strike cracked the road beneath the King's feet, though its armored body refused to move one inch.
"Take the left joint again," Hajin called as his golden chain tightened around one ankle. "The dark aura weakened during Juna's last turn around its shoulder."
"We have attacked that joint six times," Juna replied while pain roughened her voice. "It has not noticed any single one of our six attempts."
"Then make the seventh attempt memorable," Hajin said as blood touched the corner of his mouth.
