To break through his opponent's defenses, Slaanesh Male unleashed an even fiercer assault. Scimitars, spikes, spears, and claws became a storm surrounding Forgefiend Nurgle. Every strike shaved a little powder from the forge-wrought armor, as though he intended to whittle it away through relentless attacks.
Forgefiend Nurgle laughed mockingly. He thought Slaanesh's attacks were like a needle in an infant's hand, utterly harmless.
He swung a burning Slayer Sword, severing more than a dozen tentacles with a single stroke.
To prevent the severed tentacles from regrowing, each cut either burst into flames or became corroded by plague. Once struck, the entire tentacle would eventually burn to ash or dissolve into pus.
The Slayer Sword swung incessantly, severing swathes of tendrils like a scythe harvesting wheat. Just as Forgefiend Nurgle wondered whether he could cut faster than Slaanesh could grow tentacles, a figure rushed in between his swings.
Slaanesh Female transformed her entire body into a dagger and drove herself viciously into Forgefiend Nurgle's shoulder. She pierced the gap between two plates of forge-wrought armor and sliced Nurgle's shoulder off.
"Hmph!" Slaanesh Female snorted coldly. With enough skill, she could still inflict tremendous damage.
Nurgle's fallen arm began to grow and transform, becoming a miniature Nurgle. The forge-wrought armor around it also transformed into a full suit that encased him.
Copious foul-smelling fluid spurted from Forgefiend Nurgle's severed shoulder, and a new arm grew out. Flames from the forge-wrought armor burned upward along the arm, forging a new Arm Bracer.
The two Forgefiend Nurgles, one large and one small, raised their hands. Forge-wrought metal assembled into Flame Guns, their muzzles aimed at the two Slaaneshes, and blue-white flames sprayed out.
Once the flames caught on Slaanesh's bodies or tentacles, they spread wildly, their intensity climbing until the entire twisted Pleasure Garden