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He knew instantly that he didn't have enough weight on his side to stop something that size, so Hector didn't even try. Instead, he materialized a dozen iron appendages from his armor and grabbed onto the truck, deciding it was better to hitch a ride than get clobbered.

Even that still had a jarring impact, though, and he narrowly avoided getting squished against the enormous vehicle's undercarriage. When he found his grip, he started annihilating and recreating his iron appendages in order to help him move along the outside of the truck. He spidered his way around to the topside, and once he was there, he used his iron arms and legs to counteract the vehicle's aerial spin and keep himself steady. The appendages needed to be destroyed and remade constantly in order to pull that off, but that wasn't too difficult for him.

The wall he'd made earlier had buckled in several places, and its pieces were now circling the tornado just like he was.

Shit.

He tried to think. Should he try to fight wind with wind? Maybe create a whirlwind that could counter the flow of the tornado?

A nice thought, but it seemed flatly impossible. He didn't see how he could built up that the necessary momentum in all this chaos. Surely, the tornado's cyclical flow would just swallow anything he made and turn it against him.

He looked down and regretted it. He'd never considered himself particularly afraid of heights, but holy fuck, he was high up now. And this wind. Constantly howling in his ears and pressing against his armor. If he wasn't already moving in the same direction, it would've certainly thrown him off the truck by now.

Hmm. Maybe this here was the right idea, though. The truck. The way he'd latched himself onto it. Looking around again, he could countless other objects swirling within the tornado.

What would happen if he started collecting them?