His next opponents were a bit smarter. The abilities started coming out--strings of explosions, flanked by flames and acid and flaming acid.
It ripped into his armor, but that was the extent of the damage. His barehanded grip on Haqq’s shield held firm as each attack leveled against him felt about as dangerous as a warm breeze. Even the force behind the explosions, detonating at point-blank range, broke against his body like they were nothing more than water balloons.
Through it all, Hector propelled himself upward on a metal platform, out of the smoke and materializing a fresh cloud of iron flakes to help him regain his bearings.
On the rooftop, right there next to him, were four invisible bodies just waiting. He could already see acid spewing out of one of their apparent mouths.
Instead of dodging, however, Hector dove straight into the acid, his free hand reaching for the spitter’s apparent mouth. He found it, and immediately, an iron disc exploded out of the invisible servant’s head, chopping it clean off. Blood gushed free, but the separated head and body both remained invisible. By the time Hector hit the roof, more ineffectual attacks were slamming into him, and he just concentrated on the iron disc he’d made, adding iron walls to it so that it became a coating for the severed head. He slid down toward his trophy and grabbed it before it rolled off the roof.
That was one less opponent that he had to worry about, but with the amount of shit they were flinging at him now, he figured that there had to be at least a dozen more of these assholes.
“What the fuck?! You said he was weak!”
“Idiots! Stop messing around and just kill him!”
And then he heard the deep piping noise of destruction users.