Loccy planted her feet on the main viaduct span and felt the Incarnation's pressure gather beneath the roadbed.
Lightning flickered within the swirling violet squall, casting eerie shadows across the cracked masonry of the main roadbed.
Loccy stood directly in the center of the threatened arch, her colossal war mallet resting head-down upon the flags.
Her four Wings flared with radiant amber brilliance, casting a warm golden perimeter ten yards around her frame.
The girl rolled her shoulders, feeling the thick calluses on her palms bite into the grooved ashwood grip.
She knew every foot of this bridge after carrying structural replacement beams for the engineers three days ago.
Ahead of her, the clouds boiled with violent fury as a colossal physical extension of the Choral Incarnation materialized.
It took the shape of an immense battering ram forged from hardened alloy and compacted sound waves, suspended from the storm.
