When they saw Sol's blood-caked black carapace appear through the black smoke, they let out two frantic screeches and lunged forward with their bone-spears.
Sol didn't even lift his blade. He stepped forward, his Great Badger foundation maximizing his weight until his boots sank two inches into the packed dirt.
His bare hands shot out like two lightning bolts. His left hand caught the first spear-shaft, snapping the thick petrified wood in half with a single twist, while his right elbow smashed directly into the second guard's face-shell.
BOOM! CRUNCH!
The force of his strike pulverized the guard's head completely, driving the bone splinters straight into its neck.
Before the first guard could pull back its broken weapon, Sol's left palm drove straight into its chest, instantly shattering its ribcage and crushing its heart with bare hands.
Both elites dropped into the dirt simultaneously, their limbs twitching silently as their life force drained away.
