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((The Mon/Wen/Fri Double -- page 2 of 2))
That was not what Hector wanted to see. The first group of clouds had never developed lightning at all, so these must have been even further along than he'd feared.

Hector had to get closer, but the swarm of spawn around him weren't making it any easier. It had quickly become apparent that he could not outmaneuver them up here. His aerial movement was not up to snuff for this fight, he knew. Not only was it almost impossible to box these new winged spawn in, but even just coating them in iron was too difficult.

He could at least deal with it when they tried to surround and overwhelm him, though. After having their formation broken by Roman, they were chaotic and tried to simply rush him, which was nothing that a few giant walls of outward-moving iron couldn't handle. It didn't stop them, of course, but it kept them at bay while he progressed toward Chort.

That didn't last long, though, and he found trouble again when they resorted back to that same aerial drill technique. As expected, a simple wall couldn't stop that. It barely put a dent in their formation before they came barreling through.

He managed to slide out of the way again but not without losing even more of his cubes this time. He growled under his breath, beginning to wonder if it wouldn't be better to just ditch his collection yet again and return to the ground.

Or maybe that wouldn't be necessary. He was close enough now. He could clear a path through forest for himself. A path to Chort.

A hulking iron plate materialized and fell, with him and the flying spawn in pursuit.

It crashed into the ground with the force of a meteorite, causing a large chunk of the Imara Forest to flex and depress under its weight.