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Colt wanted to ask who this guy was, or perhaps what, but it didn’t seem like the best time. Stoker’s eyes were quick to regenerate, and they fell upon Bohwanox next. The creature’s body was still in tatters, but that didn’t stop it from pressing after the reaper. Bohwanox flew back as Colt and Hector both intercepted.

Hector swung an iron fist, which was of course avoided, and Colt just tried to grab hold of the monster, but Stoker simply rocketed away from his grip at the last moment.

“Slow him down for me,” said Colt, “and I’ll kill him.”

Hector nodded. A flurry of metal gathered around Stoker’s regenerating skin. Iron dust left a trailing path as it zagged across the open road, slowing him hardly at all, but then the metal walls started shooting up all around it. The sudden obstacle course forced Stoker to adjust and gave the metal coating precious time to accumulate. The coating broke almost as soon as it formed, but Hector just kept at it, and Colt was able to close the distance.

He just needed one punch. One good, concentrated punch. To land it, though, Colt knew he would have to suppress the opponent’s movement, so he tackled Stoker to the ground first. Stoker thrashed, nearly throwing him off, but Hector’s metal clapped around the thing’s head and arms. And that was the moment he needed.

Colt focused the ability into his hand, the spatial destruction power adding to his already enhanced muscle strength. And when his fist hit the metal around Stoker’s head, it went right through the iron and obliterated everything. Blood, bone, and brain matter all splattered across the road.

His eyes widened, and he blinked at his red-soaked knuckles. He hadn’t expected it to be quite so effective as that.

He could see a deep impression in the bloody asphalt and, after a moment, realized that it had a particular shape to it. A clear rhombus, it was. And a very strange sight, he felt, but he supposed now he knew what the shape of his path was.