Sariph lunges into Growler. Still, Sariph does not contain enough weight to knock the mountain back. Growler simply swipes his hand, swatting away an annoying insect. Sariph’s attacks switch to a much more aggressive barrage of teleportation quick attacks. For every few slashes from his razor sharp claws he teleports to a new position to continue his assault. The fury of attacks quickly rip through the tough mountainous hide of Growler. The mountain howls as the slashes begin to cut through his skin causing him to bleed profusely. Growler’s slow defenses prove to be no match to the speed of the demon. Showing no limit to how much he could evolve, Sariph continues to increase in size. It seems no matter the obstacle this demon can and will rise to the challenge.

The fully combined super storm reaches its climax. Cole and Cain interlock their fingers sealing the deal. Their attack is too powerful to not damage both of the giants. It opens, producing a huge swirling mouth in the sky. It crashes down, almost appearing to be a monster of its own, eager to devour the super giants. The center of the hurricane concentrates down into a condensed wind blade funnel. The unrelenting force of the winds produces thousands of deep lacerations to both giants.

They cry a deep reverberating howl shaking the ground. Their blood instantly wipes clean from their bodies into the wind. Thousands of gallons of blood empties into the storm. The clouds become heavy, and impossibly darker than before. It doesn’t take long before the thick substance collects, then drenches everything in blood rain. Cole spits trying to keep the blood out of his mouth.

Then suddenly as if the storm had been hoarding electricity for this moment, thousands of lightning strikes release at once. Webs of electricity flicker up and down the giants tazing them. High above in the upper atmosphere, dozens of powerful lightning bolts condense into one super beam of hot plasma. Growler throws his weight into Sariph knocking the demon under the plasma beam. Sariph convulses violently but Growler holds him in place. The superbeam lasts a never ending thirty seconds. Once finished Growler clasps Sariph’s tusks completing an olympic hammer throw.

Sariph crashes hard, but is not dead. He’s just infuriated. His body continues to adapt, to grow. More thorns, more jagged pointy death weapons protruding from his armored skin. In contrast, Growler’s body seems to be decreasing in size. Mountainous land slides continue to fall from his body. A look of terror comes over Cain's face. Sariph appears to be assessing the situation. He’s not looking at Growler who’s readying to throw a chunk of mountain at him. He glances at the storm, then down at Cain.

Cain’s eyes go wide, “Shit.”