As the golems detonated, Phaerys hastened to create a gout of flame that would fend off the oncoming waves of darkness. However such desperate measures did not afford the same degree of protection as Jharm's shield of light. The darkness swept over Phaerys and the Seraphs surrounding him, some of them engulfed by dark fire and others falling into a mindless rage. The Ataran's conjured fire guttered like a candle in a strong wind, and he felt that same irritation as before. This battle was a distraction from directives sorely neglected, and the berserk Seraphs were viable specimens for further study.

Phaerys fell upon the nearest one in a whirlwind of taloned limbs, catching them in mid-lunge. Armour and flesh alike were stripped away at the molecular level as he attempted to examine the full extent of the corruption. How did it spread? Could it be halted?

Of course, a warzone made for a poor laboratory environment. Phaerys' efforts were stymied when he was blindsided by an attack from a Shaiton amid the battle still raging around him. A blade bit deep into the Ataran's back, opening a small rent and causing the energy that made up his true body to vent out like a small solar flare. The Shaiton was caught right in the face by the intense light and heat, giving Phaerys an opening to swiftly turn around and cast a handful of alloy shards into its torso.

With a moment to spare, Phaerys quickly reached an arm back to repair the suit breach. That fleeting moment of peril was enough to have brought him back to his senses. It may not have been his duty, but their battle line had to hold firm. And Gulgrim's green tide was sure to swing the momentum back in their favour. Falling back to a suitable position near the Orks' destructive wake, Phaerys prepared to offer fire support once more. A volley of fireballs arced overhead and into the Shaiton around the backlines, softening them up for the inevitable advance of the main force.

The golems blast themselves into fragments, unleashing waves of negative energy.  It took only a second to hit Soul Reaver, but he recognizes its signature from his earlier encounter with the Shaiton Lord.

Soul Reaver had long learned to channel his emotions to his own benefit, and knowing what he did now, he allowed the surge of anger to find expression and focus through him, lunging forward into the retreating Shaiton ranks, slashing and tearing through them with elevated ferocity.

His Daemonic allies, strangely, did not seem too affected by the wave - short of a subtle widening of Blightwing's fanged grin.  Perhaps their nature was such that increased hatred and anger was not even within the realm of possibility?

Soul Reaver's spell, meanwhile, shifts in its nature.  With a deafening crack the ground heaves upward, opening a web of deep fissures that swallow those Shaiton too slow to leap to safety.  The cold rain turns into freezing, razor sharp shards of ice the size of daggers, driven by the gale-force winds straight at the enemy, yet somehow missing Soul Reaver's allies by a hair.

Soul Reaver's rage subsides, and he slows his assault, leaving the ground behind him littered with bisected Shaiton corpses.  He turns his head - how did his companions fare?

The already chaotic battlefield somehow quickly descends into even further chaos.

The Companions almost synchronized efforts prove quite successful.  Gulgrims rampage flattens the one golem out on the ground as the Ork Warboss proceeds to pummel it wildly.  Meanwhile Kitharsis' attacks slam into the green gems embedded into the other golems palms, shattering the gems and causing the construct to reel as if in pain, the lightning bolt from the storm created by Soul Reaver screaming down towards the creation and veering from the palm to slam into one of the eye gems and shattering it.  A brief moment passes as both construct are severely damaged and almost disabled.  Then a thrumming can be heard, increasing in pitch.  At the same time that Phaerys' mine detonates, both golems self-destruct, the entire area awash in explosions.  Phaerys' mine blasts a massive hole in the wall, while both golems explode in an almost blinding flash of pure darkness.  Realizing what was happening, Jharm quickly raises up a large shield of light, nearby Seraphs quickly moving to form up behind it.  From each exploding golem a wave pulses outwards, washing over all of the Companions and any forces not behind the Seraphims defenses. 

The Shaiton seem completely unphased while any exposed Seraphs seem to have various effects.  Some howl in pain, shaking in pain and agony before collapsing to the ground awash in purple fire while others howl in rage and turn their weapons against their comrades and a brief onslaught occurs as Seraph battles Seraph.  Like the last time a wave of darkness washed over the party, Vee not only seems unphased but almost seems to absorb the darkness washing over her as she practically dances through the Shaiton forces, her guns booming with each shot.  She does pause however as the Shaiton forces start to fall back and she turns her attention to her newfound comrades, unsure of how the dual waves may have affected any of them.

Gulgrim's grin only widens as the enemy returns fire at him. As the golem's eyes begin to glow, the massive Warboss slams a foot to the ground, force and bolts of Green energy ripping up a chunk of rock to intercept the incoming beam. Though the bulk of the stone would not deter the blast, it delayed it long enough that once it bore through the obstacle, Gulgrim was no longer standing in its path. The Warboss stood to the side, burning green flame beginning to swell around his frame in response to the spreading gas, a burning shield sheathing the Warboss, sparking and popping wherever the gas grew close to him, turning him into a blazing silhouette as he charged through the battlefield, rushing toward the Golem. As he surged forth, bits of metal and scrap seemed to drop out of the wreath of flames, the heavy pieces of Gulgrim's armor falling away to grant him speed and mobility, Deffguns and heavy plates falling away only to vanish into the ether behind the Avatar.

Building up speed, Gulgrim's charge eventually reached a crescendo as, with a bellowing roar, the Warboss kicked off the ground and launched himself, a blazing green meteor of destruction, towards the chest of his opponent Golem, a semi-physical, semi-energy comet blazing the distance, raw destructive energy aiming to punch a hole through Gulgrim's enemy, or failing that, drive them to the earth so that the Warboss could pummel them into submission. All the while, like a warning of doom, came the Warboss's bellowing cry.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!"

Soul Reaver has cast a powerful Druidic spell that manipulates his environment to create a series of 'natural' disasters in the vicinity for a time.  He can control and direct these only to a limited extent, but they won't harm his allies.  At the moment it's manifesting as gale-force winds and lightning strikes - other effects may be forthcoming.