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It made no sense. Of course it didn't. Lengthwise, the missile was larger than the dude's whole body. It was physically impossible for him to have been keeping a missile in his freaking stomach--nevermind the implication that he'd had more than one in there.

Absurd. The missile was already active, too, with the rocket on its tail firing even as it emerged from Bloodeye's mouth.

'Garovel, are you seeing this shit?!'

'Worry about it later! Stop that thing before it achieves its top speed!'

The reaper was right. The last missile was so damn fast that it would've bridged the current distance between Bloodeye and Abbas in the blink of an eye. This one obviously needed time to accelerate, and that was their only window to work with.

With the way Abbas and the crow guy were locked in close quarters combat, Bloodeye should've been reluctant to use such a dangerous weapon for fear of hitting his own ally in the process; but Hector had a feeling that these these Abolish maniacs probably didn't give a fuck about things like that.

He loosed one of the iron boulders. At this range, he didn't expect it to hit and just wanted to give Bloodeye something to think about. But to that end, Dimas achieved better results than any of them.

Perhaps too much so.

Dimas did to Bloodeye what he'd just been doing the crows, yo-yoing him up and down with gravity. He ended it off by flinging the monstrous man straight upwards, even higher into the sky--and perhaps, Hector briefly thought, all the way out into space.

But not before the missile managed to slip out of the gravity well. And much to Hector's surprise, it didn't go for Abbas.

It went for Dimas.

And it was blindingly fast. There was barely a moment to react.