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Hector was sure that his friends could keep the spawn at bay, but he felt like if he didn't keep a close eye on the Beast, it would disrupt their formation and tear through everyone.

The spikes that he'd materialized inside the cubes made things more difficult, throwing off their shape and making them more awkward and unwieldy to launch--but also more dense and impact-heavy.

Without a doubt, Chort did not expect the second cube to be any different than the first, because when it tried to catch it, the force sent its huge frog body flying, as if it had tried to catch a baseball that instead turned out to be a bowling ball.

Hector didn't let up. He lobbed two more right afterward.

With a spare thought process, he was relying on the Scarf to keep track of the chaotic battlefield around him. Salvador Delaguna was on his left, clobbering spawn with his huge, cobalt-infused arms. He'd merged with his reaper, Mevox, in what was presumably pan-forma.

The spawn weren't dying, though. They would get flattened like pancakes and even spew blood or have their limbs knocked off their bodies as if they'd barely been attached in the first place, but they didn't stay down. Their scattered body parts were scrambling back to one another and reassembling themselves.

It was like each piece of flesh had a mind of its own. Not entirely unlike the worms of the Undercrust, Hector realized, though this was far bloodier.

Fire wasn't doing much to them, either. Roman was soaring through open air, causing the creatures to burst into flames purely through particle-induced combustion, but it barely slowed the little bastards down at all.

Fidel Blackburn wasn't managing much better with his copper materialization, but he was at least keeping them away from everyone, shoving the critters back or just straight up flinging them away on platforms. He was buying everyone precious room to breathe, which was no meager contribution.