One of the hands got a grip on the rim of a hole in the hoof’s underside. Well, less of a grip, more that the hand found the inside edge, palm flat against it. It bucked a little with the impact of my hand, bucking a bit more when I flared out with my aura. Then the forcefield found more holds.

I tried to pull the hoof back, and he reacted almost instantaneously, going the other direction, forward.

So I obliged, instead, reversing direction and hauling the hoof forward, putting myself directly beneath the hoof and the ground, pulling it a little further than he intended to go.

It was only through my Syndicate connection to Kenzie that I had any sense of where the ground was. I slipped free in the last moment, canceling out the forcefield so I had the space, re-enabling it so I had something when the hoof crashed and skidded across broken road.

The shockwave rippled out, and I felt it hit the forcefield, hit me. I was thrown through the wall of hard gas, within a short distance of Titan Eve, and into the side of a window, where the wooden infrastructure of the building splintered.

Residual momentum carried me skidding across the floor.

All to mess up his footing a little. He’d landed on one foot, the other slipping. Now he climbed to his feet again, and I could see only a narrow slice of him through the windows on the floor of some business headquarters I was in.

He didn’t move like a giant, with the added mass, the added air resistance, or any of that. Even without the power boosting the occasional movement or creating a shockwave, he was faster than an ordinary person.

Shrouded in gas, that was creeping into the space I was in, because I’d punched through the wall Eve had created, returning some of it to its ordinary state, I’d punched through the wall of the building.

And the fight between Titans was now something like a hand-to-hand brawl. If one of them got the advantage, it would ‘connect’ to the other.

Couldn’t let that happen.

Scholar the fuck up, Victoria, I thought, as I flew out through the window to the side, avoiding the gas.

The wall of gas was still mostly upright, but every punch he struck tore down more of it. Spikes erupted from the far side, and he avoided most.

Pull on what we know, I thought. If you want to chime in, Fragile One, you’d better give me some nudges.

Prancer had some Moose in him. Had he stolen the power? Or were they related?

Related powers factored into what Titan Eve was doing. That pink gas, it wasn’t in her normal set of talents. Was that a power the agent had but hadn’t handed out? Something for a future host, or a possible evolution of the power?