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Hector put out a hand, aiming to materialize an iron wall into the missile's path. Dimas raised both hands, perhaps trying to throw it off course.

It was Roman Fullister, however, who actually succeeded.

He just happened to be the closest to the missile's flight path. Why it hadn't picked him in the first place was impossible to say. Perhaps Bloodeye had simply thought the gravity user to be the bigger problem. Perhaps it was just pure chance.

Whatever the case, there was no time to question why or make an informed decision, no time to use logic or concoct a strategy. There was only time enough for Roman to let his instincts take over, to do what required as little thought as possible.

He put his very own body in the way.

Hector's eyes widened at the sight of the explosion, and in the back of his mind, he had to remind himself that Voreese hadn't been with him. Roman would be fine.

But the man had really just taken one for the team.

The aerial battlefield shook violently, and the resultant shock wave nearly knocked Hector off his hovering platform. Even at this distance, smoke and shrapnel still made it all the way over to him, piercing his armor in a couple places.

Dimas had been closer, though. He might've still been caught in the explosion a little, Hector realized.

He concentrated on the Scarf while steadying his platform simultaneously.

The air currents all around him were swirling like mad. He'd just gotten accustomed to the crazy winds at this altitude, and now everything was confused again. But he kept searching. Dimas had to be around here somewhere.

Ah. There. Below him.

Something wasn't quite right, though.

Dimas' left arm and leg were missing.

Damn. That could be fixed shortly, though. And at least he was still alive.

'Another missile above!' yelled Garovel.