Mohg's wings whipped up a blood-reeking gale.
But before he could dive again, the nine Crucible Knights had already moved.
"Aspects of the Crucible: Horns!" all nine called in low voices, spectral horns forming at their elbows in unison-an ancient power from the Erdtree's earliest age, before the shapes of life had become fixed. Nine beams of gold shot toward Mohg from different angles, weaving a net in midair.
Mohg beat his wings and veered sharply, barely avoiding most of the beams, but one still grazed his left wing. Golden energy clashed violently with the divine power of blood, sizzling as his feathers blackened and fell away.
"Tail of the Aspects of the Crucible!" The second wave followed immediately. All manner of spectral tails materialized behind the knights-lizard tails, dragon tails, scorpion tails-and lashed out as though solid, sealing off every avenue of escape.
"Annoying insects!" Mohg roared, sweeping his sacred spear sideways. Blood-red light exploded, shattering three spectral tails, but leaving his back wide open.
"Now!" Bernahl bellowed, bringing the Devourer's Scepter down with all his might. The air warped in its path.
Mohg hastily raised his spear to block.
CLANG!!!
The deafening impact shook loose rubble from the temple. Bernahl's strength was already formidable, and with Volcano Manor's unique combat skill behind it, that blow hammered Mohg straight out of the air and into the ground.
Mohg dropped to one knee, driving his sacred spear deep into the flagstones to steady himself. Just as he tried to rise-
"Rising Dragon Punch!!!"
Alexander the Warrior Jar rolled up close. His jar body abruptly compressed, then sprang upward like a spring, his slender clay arm carrying unparalleled force as it slammed into Mohg's chin.
BAM!
The punch knocked Mohg backward, sending several fangs flying from his mouth amid a spray