Phaerys put some distance between himself and Gulgrim the moment the latter rocketed forth to get stuck in and do some long-awaited krumpin', lest he find himself caught up in the Warboss' rampage. The Ataran decided to leave Darkness to Gulgrim and focused his attention on Light. He didn't so much as flinch when Light brought up her radiant shield - after all, what was the light of one sun in the face of another?

At Soul Reaver's request, Phaerys took pains to instead skirt around the maelstrom of battle and reach the well unnoticed, that he might turn the tide in his allies' favour. He had faith that his suit's paradigm field would be enough to ward against the Warp energy flowing forth. It had to be.

The Ataran cautiously approached his objective, comfortably settling into his familiar role in spite of the utter pandemonium unfolding around him. He peered into the well. An array of built-in suit sensors measured and studied as he raced to trawl through the most relevant data. Destroying the well would have been far too risky this close up without knowing how volatile it was. If Darkness and Light were drawing energy from this somehow, perhaps that energy could be diverted...

Soul Reaver takes a step back as the explosions from Gulgrim's attacks cause the ground to shudder.  He glances at the towering forms before him, then at the pool nearby.  He had could feel the energy flowing from the pool, but even though Darkness was under brutal attack, Light appeared to be generating a shield that might render all of Gulgrim's efforts moot and prevent him from getting close enough to do anything.  He would need to engage the glowing being.

The small number of lesser Daemons that survived Darkness' earlier assault retreat, fanning out to avoid the possibility of being wiped out in a single explosion.  The Fire Daemon joins them, clutching its broken wing, snarling as it tries to set the bone in approximately the right position with an awful crunching noise.

Soul Reaver twirls Blooddrinker in his hand, takes a deep breath, and then charges at Light.  With a firm two-handed grip, he thrusts the cursed blade point-first at Light's energy shield.  He didn't expect that the sword would penetrate right away, but it would instead quickly sap the energy being used to generate the barrier.

Nearby, the Steelheart lends it strength to the assault, slamming its enormous mace into the shield.  Each blow strikes like a battering ram, hopefully exerting further pressure on Light.  Blightwing meanwhile begins to levitate high over the battlefield, eyes narrowed, beginning the words for counterspells that may serve to weaken the shield further.

Planting his feet to retain his balance against yet another shockwave from Gulgrim's teleporting, he sends a message to Phaerys.

Phaerys, the pool!  Find out what it is doing!  We will try to hold these monsters at bay!

Krrrrck-THOOM
The bellowing crash of Green lightning strikes so much louder when the figure it is transporting is so large, and the vacuum of space Gulgrim leaves behind detonates like a bomb, shockwaves blasting out in the space he had been as the rush of vacuum displaces itself against the oncoming assault from Darkness. Appearing to Darkness's right, his back turned to the blinding radiance of Light, the gargantuan Gulgrim appeared with twin Power Klaws clad onto his massive fists, and he was already swinging a left cross straight at Darkness's jaw, a vicious sucker-punch that was followed immediately by another crash of Green thunder and another shockwave of displaced air. From Darkness's left, Gulgrim appeared again, a right-handed Uppercut surging upward to strike Darkness from the opposite angle. Another explosive teleport caused Gulgrim to appear in the air behind Darkness, crashing down with a double-fisted axe-handle strike, heavy metal claws smashing downward.

Gulgrim was incandescent with fury and was done affording these fools any respite. He intended to show these gods just how ill-prepared they were for the wider realms beyond their own. His assault would only ramp up in intensity, thundering teleports followed by vicious blows, an unceasing tempo of dizzying violence that was the Avatar of Gork and Mork venting his pent-up frustrations and thirst for violence, heedless of the threat of counterblow and intending to crash through any defense by sheer bloody-minded fury. The very air around Gulgrim was a minefield of detonations, his sheer bulk sending the laws of physics creaking under his Orky presence as he rapidly occupied and vacated enormous spaces, repeated vacuum detonations making being anywhere near the teleporting Warboss a hazardous proposition for the unwary. Whether Light's shield held, cracked, or crumbled, Gulgrim would pummel and smash at his opponent until they managed to halt him or they fell under his brutal kunnin'.

After all. Orkz is made for fightin', and winnin'. And now the battle was underway, Gulgrim was determined to do both with gusto.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

"No more talkin'!" The warboss bellows, his gargantuan form standing opposite the twin gods of light and darkness."You cowards 'ave wasted enuff o' me time wif yer runnin' an' yer talkin'! You'z can't even put up a propa fight! Wot makes you fink you'z can 'andle all da fings dat's away from dis place if'n you can't even 'ave a gud scrap!"

The Warboss's energy was building, outpaced only by his frustration. Green lightning sparks across his form as his breath rises and falls in a ragged, furious rasp. There are maybe moments of space before the Warboss fires off in a renewed assault, this sudden lull in the combat only serving to make him more furious. If a fight is to be ended, it had better end fast, or the Avatar of Gork and Mork will take the option of avoiding combat off the table.

"Come on den." Gulgrim growls, his burning eyes fixed on the twin gods standing before him. "Come 'ave a go, if you'z fink you'z 'ard enough."

Darkness' tendrils curl around the small troupe of remaining Daemons - Blightwing excepted, as he has remained close to Soul Reaver.

The wisps of dark wrap around the daemons and drain them of energy, causing them to writhe and snarl before disintegrating into fine black dust.  Only the Steelheart is unaffected by the tendril, which hisses ineffectually as it touches the greater Daemon's metal flesh.  Silently, it raises its mace and brings it down in a two-handed swing, dissipating the tendril as it smashes it into the ground with a loud crack.

Soul Reaver slowly feels his blood chill as Darkness and Light speak.  He forces himself to stay alert and ready, but he is all too aware of the implications of what is being said here.

These mighty beings had realized how small they really were in the scale of the multiverse.  It had been enough to throw them out of a cycle they had been intended to inhabit forever... or at least, for the duration of this Plane.  They were... unbalanced.  Unstable.  Far more dangerous together, now, than they ever would have been as individuals.

He glances over as Kitharsis speaks.  He feels he already knows the answer to the question: no.  For what being could still hold their old perspectives once they had witnessed the unending vastness that existed out there, uncaring and ever changing, within and beyond the Warp?

Waiting for his opponents to answer, he keeps his sword low and then asks his own question:
"And what, exactly, do you feel needs to be done to attain this 'true balance'?"