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Hector didn't mind letting someone else do the heavy lifting. That was the point of providing combat support.

'Bloodeye inbound on your right,' came Garovel's private warning.

Well, shit.

Hector couldn't sense Bloodeye yet with the Scarf, so he had to turn and look.

Okay, what the hell? The dude had wings now. He definitely hadn't had those before. And unlike the Man of Crows', Bloodeye's were not feathery at all. They were clearly more fleshy and gnarled. They barely even looked like wings, actually. It was like some sort of horribly deformed pterodactyl.

The fact that Bloodeye could apparently grow wings was strange enough on its own, but why had he grown them? He'd already been capable of flight via his red smoke form in pan-rozum.

Regardless, Hector knew at once what his task here was.

Delay, delay, delay. He just needed to buy time for Abbas to finish off the crow guy.

Or in other words, he just needed to be as obnoxious as possible.

And when he thought about it like that, this seemed doable. Obviously, he couldn't take either of these monstrous Abolishers in a fight. But he could almost certainly annoy the shit out of them.

Dimas and Roman both seemed to be thinking the same, because they were already pelting Bloodeye with scarcely visible attacks, trying to slow his progress. Hector, meanwhile, prepared a couple more boulders while circling around on his hovering platform. He wanted to wait for a solid opening before attacking again, because it seemed like Dimas and Roman might just provide one soon. That, and if he fired a boulder off too soon, the bastard would probably just dodge.

As Bloodeye entered the edge of the Scarf's range, however, Hector sensed him do something incredibly strange.

Bloodeye opened his toothy maw, reached his own hand deep into it, and pulled out a fucking missile.