I’d seen how Colt fought. That she couldn’t touch things to the same extent, that she had to rely on her black blades. But already, she was slowing down, being pushed back. She wasn’t durable and those beams were hurting her. The closer she got, the less forward progress she made.

The glowing studs along her arms that had been incorporated into her breaker form now glowed. A hand made of purple electricity reached out to strike at the halo.

Just enough to break the silver line.

Halo disrupted, the counter-defense weakened.

All of the angels were on a fighting retreat now. If they got away, they could count this as a win, because they’d drenched us, worn us down, and taken out anywhere from a third to a half of our number. People drowned, blasted, or injured past the point of fighting.

The thralls were thinned out, Imp’s group now taking up guns to shoot at the angels with their own team’s fire. I flew after, because fuck letting them walk away and call this a win. Imp had been right. Fuck Saint.

Withdrawal had enough jump in that agility frame of his to tackle the winged ship. With his syringe, he applied the yellow gunk to face, then to upper chest. It looked like paint. I had no clue what it did.

The winged ship extended wings around itself, and Withdrawal decided to play it safe, leaping away and into water. I couldn’t object too much.

The end of the hall was a large aperture, leading into the next building segment. That was their exit.

Love Lost leaped up from one of the structures the thralls had been using, to latch onto the damaged foot of the halo angel. I hit the warrior angel, knocking it off course. It collided with one of the water filtration structures.

The winged angel twisted around, ready to help its teammates. A wing extended my way, then extended with projected images. It cleaved in close enough that I was essentially scraped off and blocked from accessing it further. I could see the black smoke from the mech’s ventilation increase in volume with the push that involved.

Colt was helping Love Lost tear up the haloed angel.

Sveta emerged from the water. Her arms unfolded into tendrils and sought a grip, but her ascent was blocked by the slope of the projected wing. Love Lost and Colt were making more progress, so Sveta switched over.

I did what I could to pin down the warrior angel, to slam down on the wing and drive the mech beneath that wing deeper into the water. It was keeping two of the suits pinned down. It put the warrior angel in the water, leaning against one filtration system closer to the exit, the haloed angel closer to the other filtration system, while Colt and Love Lost attacked it.