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Gods.

He couldn't think about any of that, right now. Everything was riding on him. He had to focus.

If all else failed, he still had the Ro'Hada as a last resort. Until that hope was gone, he had no cause for despair.

Abbas turned and fought. He wouldn't have Crowe alone for much longer, so he decided to take advantage of the time while he could. It would likely prove a futile effort, as Crowe no doubt knew of Bloodeye's imminent arrival and would therefore try to play it safe.

But he had to try.

Crowe's men, including Konig got in the way again--or tried to, at least.

The Lord Saqqaf was not having it. They bombarded him with a smattering of explosions and materialization, hoping to block his vision or pin him down or perhaps something else entirely; but he blasted straight through it all at full burn. He skewered one man and didn't stop, even when the body refused to be bisected and instead stuck to him like bloody ornament.

The body struggled a moment, trying to get a grip on the suit no doubt, so Abbas zagged suddenly right and barreled into Otto Konig's liquid metal body.

Konig tried to stick to him, too, but that was fine. Abbas still had plenty of control. At this speed, with this much momentum, jets could handle the weight difference just fine. Turning was obviously more difficult, but he could compensate. The suit was already assisting him with calculations and flight path guidance on his visor.

He could still aim for Crowe. And now the impact would be three times as heavy. Roughly speaking. Konig's metal body probably made up for the weight disparity that the suit itself added to Abbas.

Crowe saw him coming. Of course he did. And he wisely tried to move out of the way. Those black wings offered great mobility of their own.

Not enough, though.

Abbas pierced two flocks of birds before clobbering the Man of Crows with his small mountain of metal and flesh.