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This wasn't a fortress cube, though. Those were all gone, and he'd given up trying to bring them back. No, this was the cube that was orbiting around him. The one holding that freaky little creature that he'd picked up underground. The Ceese.

Hector let it finish its orbit around him until it slowly bumped into Sermung, and right before it actually hit, Hector dematerialized the cube, letting the creature free.

It still remained totally limp, though. It flopped against the Titan's armor, and its tail brushed against his face, leaving behind a sticky residue as the creature slid down the full length the man's body.

Hector caught it in another box before it fell too far, but his attention remained focused on Sermung's squinting expression.

He looked Hector in the eye. "Was that a Ceese?" The revulsion in his face and voice could not have been more obvious.

"...I didn't know it would slime you like that," said Hector, suddenly feeling like he might not to apologize.

"It's a fear response." Sermung quickly annihilated then rematerializd his own armor, which made it pristine again. That didn't stop him from still needing to wipe his face down, though. "They excrete bodily fluids when panicking or playing dead."

Oof. "See, this is why my armor has a face guard," said Hector.

There was only a split second to react before the Titan karate chopped Hector straight downward.

The young Lord Darksteel managed the raise the Amir-22 just enough to take most of the blow, but he still went plummeting to the ground. He did not hit it, however. Instead, he crashed into a crystal platform, which did not budge or soften his landing at all.

Disorienting. No wind in his lungs. But he could deal with it. He had spare thought processes.

The Amir-22. It was visibly bent. Hector could almost see a full imprint of the man's arm in it.

And the crystal platform shifted rapidly beneath him, extending around into a cage. Hector tried to leap out but was too slow and bashed against the ceiling.

Plenty of light was still getting through the crystal, but how the fuck was he supposed to break out of this? This guy's crystals might've well been the strongest material in entire world.

Then he started feeling the temperature rise, too.

Holy shit, that wasn't even necessary, was it? He must've really succeeded in pissing the guy off.

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His iron was disappearing faster than it was appearing now. And it wasn't even getting blown apart, either. It was just disintegrating. Atomizing, perhaps. Gone in sudden bursts. Hector couldn't even see any materialization from Sermung, either.

Incredibly, the Titan still didn't seem to know where he was just yet, but Hector knew that wouldn't last much longer at this rate. He had to take a different approach, but it seemed like Sermung wasn't even letting him materialize anything near him, anymore.

That was the work of emperor's field density, almost certainly. Long-ranged materialized objects would vanish into nothingness--or simply not take form in the first place. A ranged attack, therefore, would have to be materialized from afar, then launched closer.

But even that was questionable, seeing those invisible bursts annihilating everything. What even was that? Soul power? Aura?

Memories from the Candle tickled the back of his mind. Aura, they said. It was a feat that only the powerful were capable of. A way of putting the world around them to order. Bending it to their will in one oppressive moment.

Huh.

Well, that was pretty fucking terrifying.

No helping it, Hector knew. Even if he still had some tricks up his sleeve, he was gonna have to go in there and get his butt whooped, sooner or later. Running away, hiding, being annoying--these tactics were just prep work.

Would there actually be a payoff, though?

That was a really good question. Hector wished he had an answer for it.

He gripped the Amir-22 in his hand as he dove in, rocketing him straight toward the Titan. This probably wasn't the kind of fight that Abbas had in mind when he'd given this shield to Hector, but the man had asked him to put it to the test and report back.

Sermung didn't even dodge. He just let Hector crash into him, and the impact didn't cause him to budge in the slightest. That gleaming armor just remained perfectly pristine as Sermung turned and looked at him. He didn't say anything, but the curiosity was obvious.

Okay. Not what he'd planned for. Hector could admit that. But it wasn't like he'd expected the human torpedo technique to do much, either. There was more to this dumb plan, still. But since Sermung was being so generous, Hector decided to just let the awkward silence linger a bit longer while he waited for the right moment.

For the last remaining cube in this entire aerial battlefield.