Throws around huge constructs

With the mantle online, Obyron could slip in and out of reality just as easily as either of the canopteks, and his training gave him the edge over their animal instincts. If they had been focusing on him alone, he would have been worn down quickly. But the skolopendra seemed intent on reaching Zahndrekh, and for all that he was no brawler, the nemesor was doing a decent job of evading them, ducking and weaving between the mechanical debris that littered the summit. Obyron himself flickered from spot to spot, blocking with his body every time one of the beasts had a clear run at Zahndrekh, and unleashing short flurries of blows whenever he could materialise behind one of them. For all that, it was still a tenuous battle, and for every second the fight progressed, Obyron found himself having to increase the intensity of his perception suite in order to keep up with the skolopendra. He was already fighting on the ruinous metabolic plateau that had cost him so dearly during the battle of the first sepulchral hall, and if he pushed further, he would inflict catastrophic damage on what remained of his mind. But then, what else did he have to lose? Obyron pushed further.

As he tore a leg from Seta, he forgot the city of his birth. An armour plate torn from Sata’s back, as they wrestled in the shadows of the interstices, cost him the memory of how it felt to drink water. With every blow struck, another understanding deserted him, as if whatever remained of his mortal self was caving in beneath his fists. But still he fought on, to protect his lord. Eventually, Obyron reached his limits. He found himself stood beside Zahndrekh, fists raised, as the skolopendra circled around them in the strange, dark glow of the cryptek’s engine. Both canopteks were heavily damaged by now, but they were by no means out of action, and it would take a monumental effort to keep them at bay. Obyron knew he could finish the monsters off, or at least cripple them for as long as it would take to deal with their master. But he also knew what that would cost, because it was the richest memory he had: Yama.

Severed