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Regaining his wits, he smoothly slides into the veil of smoke and debris, planning to flank the enemies and catch them unaware.

Victor and Isolya, sensed an unsettling shift in the atmosphere. The thick cloud of smoke  and swirling dust ,with the darkness of night. Render their vision nearly useless, amplifying their senses and alerting them to the impending danger.

They instinctively sprang in opposite directions, barely escaping the devastating force of Irys\'s Warhammer, which crashed into the ground where they once stood, "Baaaam....!" sending shockwaves through the terrain and leaving a web of fractures in its wake.

No longer concealed by her stealth, Irys wasted no time. With a fluid motion, she hurled her Warhammer directly at Isolya. Reacting quickly, Isolya summoned sharp ice shards, firing them toward the Irys.

The air was filled with the sounds of shattering ice as the Warhammer bulldozed through the shards, unfazed. Without missing a beat, Irys materialized a broadsword in her hand, slicing through any remaining ice projectiles as she made her swift advance on Isolya.

Looking to support his comrade, Victor lunged at Irys with a swift, predatory movement. However, a sharp sensation of danger tingled down his spine. He tried to pivot and block the impending strike, but he was a split second too late.

Liam, his Talonstrike now transformed into a dual-blade, aimed right at the spine of Victor\'s exoskeleton, a crucial weak point where the control system was located. The blade\'s edge pulsed with an intense orange hue, no longer wreathed in flame.

Ever since his grueling confrontation with the titan, he had honed his abilities; he could now focus his flame energy into a more potent, concentrated form, maximizing its destructive potential while focusing on a pinpointed target.

With a precise and powerful swing, the glowing Talonstrike cleaved through the spine of the exoskeleton. The result was catastrophic. Sparks flew, and Victor let out a guttural scream.

The intense heat from the Talonstrike melted parts of the exoskeleton, which fused grotesquely with Victor\'s skin, merging metal, muscle, and charred flesh. As he toppled forward, agony written across his features, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath.

But Victor, even in his excruciating pain, was not to be underestimated. Desperate and defiant, he mustered the last of his strength to release the pent-up energy within his failing exoskeleton.

Electricity crackled, and a dome of lightning exploded outward from him.  Drawing upon the reserves of his strength, electricity crackled around him, forming wild arcs of lightning that lashed out, eventually culminating into a pulsating dome of electrical energy that expanded in all directions.

Liam, not anticipating such a surge, acted on instinct. He swiftly drove his blades into the ground, hoping to disperse the electrical onslaught.

A fierce jolt surged through him, the world around him momentarily blurring. His muscles contract involuntarily,  a painful sensation, but his thorne armor acted, absorbing a significant portion of the electrical assault and ensuring he wasn\'t fatally electrocuted. Still, it left him momentarily disoriented.

Amidst the heat of battle, As Irys\'s Warhammer approached, Isolya spun, narrowly dodging the blow. But Irys was relentless.

With a fierce dash, she reached Isolya, slashing her greatsword. Without a second to spare, Isolya manifested a crystalline sword to parry the attack. A resounding clang echoed as their weapons collided, the force pushing Isolya back.

With a devilish grin, Irys create spikes from the ground, aiming for Isolya\'s legs. Taken by surprise, Isolya managed to leap back just in time, only to feel sharp pains as some of the spikes grazed her. She retaliated, releasing a volley of ice shards. Irys, undeterred, sliced through them with precision, simultaneously calling her Warhammer back to her grasp.

Sensing a force approaching her from behind, Isolya attempted to evade, but the Warhammer\'s return trajectory was too swift. It slammed into her arm with a sickening crunch, shattering parts of her armor and fracturing her bones. The pain was excruciating.

Feeling the tremendous force threatening to propel her, Isolya acted quickly. She summoned ice, binding her legs to the ground, desperate to gain stability and prevent herself from being thrown back.  But the sudden move caused her upper body to lurch forward, making her narrowly miss another deadly swipe from Irys.

However, the brief respite was short-lived. As Isolya lost her balance and began to fall, Irys capitalized on the opening. She brandished her Warhammer high and swung it down with all her might.

The collision was brutal - metal met flesh, with the ominous crunch of cracking armor and shattering bone resonating through the air. Isolya\'s body bore the brunt of the impact, and she was left gasping, winded, and immobilized by the overwhelming pain that surged through her.

Despite the paralyzing shock, Liam had the presence of mind to find a way out. With a swift motion, he used Talonstrike to shoot into the ground, causing a contained explosion that propelled both him and Victor apart. Dust and debris clouded the vicinity as the blast\'s residual force gave Liam the window he needed to shake off the paralysis.

Maintaining a cautious distance from the injured Victor, Liam aimed his Talonstrike menacingly. Seeing Irys finish her own battle, he called out, "Your ally is already dying, and your forces most of them decimated, the rest in chaos. Surrender."

Victor, burdened by the weight of his malfunctioning exoskeleton and the searing pain from his scorched back, mustered the strength to lift his head. Pain evident in his eyes, he rasped, "Enough! We were just scouts. There\'s a bigger force on its way here."

Liam\'s eyes narrowed, "Explain more?" he demanded.

Isolya\'s breaths came in ragged gasps, flecks of blood staining her lips as she managed a weak but fierce scream directed at Victor, "You coward! How dare you betray us by surrendering to the enemy!".

Victor turned to face her, anguish evident in his eyes. "It\'s over, Isolya," he whispered, defeat heavy in his tone. "We\'ve lost this battle."

Then, straightening up as best as he could given his injuries, he addressed Liam, "In accordance with the rules of war, we now claim the rights and protections afforded to prisoners of war. Treat us as such."