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For Hector, temperature required a kind of 'emotional command' to be given to his iron. An impassioned demand in his mind, merged with his materialization. And fortunately, he did not need to try very hard to summon that emotion.

But he tried hard, anyway.

The anger was already there, just waiting to be used, but he wanted more. He wanted true heat. The melting point of iron was a staggering 1,538 degrees Celsius. And in order for his iron to come out fully melted and not just all weird and bendy in the process of melting, he wanted to surpass that number by a good margin. So he didn't hold back.

With all of his concentration, he gave that command. And every single cube began to fill with iron as their speed increased more and more. He could see them already beginning to glow. He could feel the heat already surrounding him, clashing with the cool nightly wind.

Chort was close enough.

Hector launched them all in rapid succession, fired off like gigantic rounds from a minigun.

Chort took the first one straight on while rolling, but that was all Hector got to see before the stream of molten cubes began explosively colliding with the monster. Dust filled the darkened area in an instant, though it was quickly joined by orange, gooey iron spewing high up into the air and all around with volcanic fury.

The explosions just kept going. The cubes were the cars of a freight train, unrelenting for a solid minute straight until they were finally all spent, leaving Hector standing there alone, looking over the obliterated scene before him.

The forest was on fire on both sides of the path, and scores of trees had been felled by sheets of molten iron that splashed over them.