The massive damage being done to the insides of the beast were enough to make it's legs buckle under the pain, it's body shivering it's lasts moments of life. Armor was a wonderful thing, but most creatures insides where still fair game, and fragile enough for death blows from the people engaging them in combat.

Ronnae had bounded off the behemoth, taking out a few grunts and Grenadiers that stood in her way as she hurried to look for Billy.

"Billy! Are you alright?!" she called out over the battlefield's sounds.