The BigBrute had planned to move after the connection had been severed at long last from the two of them. The spines lodged in its injuries was slowing that down a bit, but it was at last turning to see its opponent... just in time for the blast from Thrash to be unleashed. It had opened its mouth, planning to fire back before it reconsidered and instead tried to evade instead. That was a decision made far too late as the fiery judgment slammed down into it, burning through its durability outright and forcing it down into deletion, being wiped clean in moments. What was left of it was a red stain on the ground, though why the stain was red was possibly due to the strange circumstances of the network itself. The Hawk that had also witnessed this had decided against continuing the confrontation here, instead turning back and withdrawing, soaring off as quickly as it could from the phalanx that had kept it down.
With the mysterious outburst of pure destruction, Thrash had been able to turn the tables and accomplish this part of the mission without any casualties to the team. All in thanks to keeping at bay the one that had the power to take out the phalanx in one go.
For several tense seconds, the Daemon remains on-edge, completely motionless as her exposed cores cast their crimson glare upon the fleeing Zoanoroid TinHawk. The destruction of a single target does not mean the battle has concluded... only once the remaining enemy has committed to their retreat does the ironclad protector visibly slump down in relief and exhaustion. The Eidolon-8 has definitely seen better days, its polished sheen now scorched black and completely melted away in several spots. Only one of the spherical shoulder-guards remains intact, the plating around the tail is completely burned away, and the large core within Thrash's chest is now completely exposed with nearly 80% of the armor's breastplate completely obliterated by fire from without AND within. The steel mask serving as the Daemon's interactive face is showing signs of considerable wear, though is surprisingly maintaining its integrity. All over her body, rough crystalline patches have formed over the gelatinous surface where armor has either been removed or was never fully protecting to begin with, each rough glass 'scab' emitting a soft red glow from the visible 'veins' running from the surface to whichever Core is nearest to the injured segment.
With a sound not unlike a hammer against an expensive porcelain vase, Thrash suddenly stumbles and collapses onto all fours - that same crystal 'scabbing' appears to have formed on the Daemon's tail, and no longer possessed the structural strength to hold up the rest of that huge body. Unfortunately, her limbs are similarly compromised - shards of glass scatter about as the outer skin of Thrash's arms and legs shatters upon landing, eliciting another pained hiss even as a new shell begins to form...
<...C-...Caravan Guard! Are all personnel still accounted for!?>
They were confused about what they were witnessing now too. The armor having melted made sense, but there was a weird part that came with it too. The strange scabbing that the War Daemon was experiencing now was different than any of the symptoms they were going through. It made sense though that the strange environment would effect some of them differently to make up for the differences in all of their programming. The caravan guard piped up at Thrash's call with an positive affirmation.
"Yes, all are accounted for. We managed to come out of this incursion with everyone still accounted for."
With a quiet huff, the Daemon pushes itself back onto its feet, the sound of cracking glass emanating forth with every motion and movement, no matter how small. Whatever is happening to Thrash right now, it is at the very least hindering her mobility severely, let alone how it must feel to have one's flesh and skin harden and shatter every time they move. The good thing about having a mask for a face, of course, is that no sign of such discomfort comes to the surface...
<...We keep moving, then. We're not in the clear yet, and I'd rather not stay exposed out in the open for long...>
And with that, in spite of what are blatantly debilitating injuries, Thrash stands up straight and takes point once again. The objective sits not too far away - the group, its guardian included, can start worrying about tending to the injured once they've reached their destination.
((A good place to skip forward/end, unless there's something else in the wings))
They were in agreement that staying on the move was the optimal course of action here. Their destination wasn't too far off now. They would just have to be careful if they happened upon any other incursions as well. But on their way forward despite the first assault, they were able to reach their destination without any further attacks on their person. Whatever madness that was happening all over was keeping other attackers of opportunity away for the time being, so they were able to reach the area in question. All that was left was accessing their new haven of security for a while and then trying to see what to do from there, something they got to work on right away.
So the incident was able to be concluded with a mission accomplished and no casualties as a result of Thrash's efforts as well.