Like how my family had lasers and forcefields as redundant things, but some of us kids, like myself, had something pulled from the same agent. My damn sister had her dad’s mastery of biology, but a completely different angle. He controlled one aspect of his, she controlled a thousand different aspects of anyone but herself.

Tristan and Byron had the same root power but other stuff came and went, like he’d remarked, and it changed with mental state.

Did the Titans have full access to the full portfolios they’d managed as agents?

Capricorn and Backwoods were creating barriers to wall off the worst of the gas. Backwoods threw splinters of wood that exploded into barricade form, some of those barricades exploding out two or three times, extending the reach and density of the branches each time.

And down on the ground between the two Titans, I could see Torso running toward Titan Eve for several seconds before stopping, changing his mind, and running toward Titan Oberon.

A shockwave rolled past, and Torso fell over.

I flew low to the ground, trusting the forcefield to keep me safe from the gas.

Car. I flew under it, pulling everything tight to me, then expanded out to flip it over, and grabbed the undercarriage by four different places.

With the soupy gas around me, I could barely see what I was grabbing. I pulled off the muffler, but grabbed the axle and the metal of the car body.

I passed a second car, and swiped at the rear bumper, causing it to tip over nosewise. I grabbed it by the underside too.

A car to the left of me, a car to the right of me. Metal creaked as the weight of the car pulled against the different points I was holding.

It wasn’t the kind of gun they mounted on tanks or armored cars, but it would have to do.

I wasn’t aggressive as I flew up and around.

Have to maintain a balance, I thought.

Sveta was rappelling up the antlers. Rachel and the Undersiders were huddled. Capricorn was running damage control. Precipice threw blades.

And Kenzie? Kenzie was retreating. Withdrawal was dragging her by the arm.

Good.

I hoped she had something.

I waited, watching, looking for any cue. He was big enough and powerful enough that he didn’t need to draw his arm back for most moves, or raise his knee too high for a massive action.

He backed away from another cloud of gas, and I flew back as well. He brought his arms back, like he was spreading his wings, and the motion produced a shockwave that parted gas and made Undersider, Breakthrough, and Deathchester alike have to hunker down or get a grip on their surroundings. I flew in to intercept.

I hurled the first car, aiming for the wrist.