I might as well have been dropping a truck onto a highway for all the damage I did. An indent, a small crater, and a gushing of blood that tapered off before the car had finished tumbling off of his arm and off to the side.

But the motion of hurling the first car was something of a half-circle spin, and I grabbed the underside of the other car with more hands, tightening the spin while pulling it in close. It was akin to a shotput throw, and I spiked the second car down for a similar impact site.

I followed right after.

Two cars striking within seconds of one another, followed by my dive.

He was intending to clap, but as I struck my target, raking at the edge of the shallow crater the cars had made, using some of the imbalance formed by the initial impacts, I managed to pull the one hand down.

The clap still happened, but it wasn’t square. The air rippled, and everything was cast away from him. Gas, fragments of the wall Titan Eve had made, and various members of our group. Precipice and Sveta could stop themselves. The Undersiders had a rougher go of it. Deathchester too. They were bowled over, sent sliding along the rooftop, and knocked from their Gibbet-made perches, left to find their footing or cover elsewhere.

Dance with me, I thought. I made my forcefield spin once again. I could see the impact of the rotation and hands slicing against air on the gas around me, and maneuvered to use it, hands turning to be flat against the wind and fan it more, driving gas toward Titan Oberon, our most immediate threat.

Let’s hurt him.

I looked for an injury, any injury, and settled on the one on the arm.

Multiple hands together, forming a point of sorts, as I dove for it. Ignoring me for the most part, he even raised his hand up to bring it into my strike.

The force was enough to break the forcefield. I held my breath, just in case, and did what I could to use flight and a furious, scrabbling effort to dig my hands into crevices and keep from being thrown away from my target.

I was in the midst of a small crater I’d made.

Come on. Come on. Come on, girl. You didn’t nearly lose your mind sitting in that situation room so you could do nothing now.

I felt the forcefield settle back into place. I even saw hints of her in the air, which still had traces of gas in it. A face here, a reaching hand there.

Put that hand here. Put all of the hands here.

With enhanced strength, I drove multiple hands into the deepest, thickest crack I could find in his wrist.

With enhanced strength, I pulled those hands apart, scrabbled in deeper with others. Digging my way into a wound while trying to part it wider.