The forcefield took a little while to get back up to full strength. I flexed my limbs, making sure nothing had been ruined.

“No luck,” I murmured.

“Deliver me,” she said, looking down over the edge of the roof, no longer with a railing.

With my forcefield, I grabbed her.

“Eerie,” she said.

“Mask,” I told her.

She raised her visor, giving me a flash of her expression, so very tired, and put the gas mask on, fixed her goggles, then flipped her visor back down. She gave me a curt nod.

I used my own body to block the worst of the wind as I pulled her down after me.

A plunging descent, toward Eve.

“I will catch you if something happens,” I pledged.

I felt her nod through the Syndicate connection. Felt her heartbeat, the hand clenching the spear shaft.

I controlled the descent, bringing us close, as we landed on Titan Eve’s shoulder, amid rolling clouds of gas. I let go of Foil and slammed down hard, to create enough of an impact that the worst of the gas would be shoved away.

For her part, Foil plunged the twelve foot spear in deep, then slashed. What had been supporting railings were now like teeth, sawing on the way out.

It was almost effortless in how it cut, even with its weight, screwed up balance, and crude makeup.

The spear shifted from its rainbow shimmer and effortless cutting to being normal, stuck where it was, while Foil adjusted her balance and used it for leverage to change position.

She was doing a fair amount of damage. Blood washed out of the wounds, always in short spurts that ceased within seconds of starting, always unobstructed flows, like water from an opened dam, but thicker.

My skin prickled beneath my clothes, and I backed away from Foil, before using my forcefield and spinning to try and displace the smoke.

Titan Eve shrugged, then raised a ‘hand’ our way.

But we’d distracted her. Titan Oberon pounced, leaping to close the distance in a flash, driving hooves into her upper chest.

The impact and the shockwave that rippled out around her jarred Foil from her perch. She toppled through the air, and I caught her, swinging her around and throwing her back toward Titan Eve.

It really fucking helped, having Syndicate to give me a clear view of where Foil was in this foggy mess.

The wounds Foil had delivered had been something like a person might have managed with a scalpel and a few seconds to work on someone’s upper shoulder and collarbone, but the hit from Oberon was far more severe. Stone cracked, blood flowed. Had she been human, her upper body might have caved in.

As it was, it slowed her down, made her bend over, and put her into a defensive mode.