The Impaler Titan attacked. The sideways movement of her weapon saw her move as well, as if space was fixed at the centerpoint of the longest part of the limb, and she levered herself around it. She thrust it, and it extended, punching into forcefields.

She kept it still, and the weapon unfurled. The rod, like a drill bit, became a cone, like a… drill-drill. With the expansion, it intensified in force, plunging through forcefields and into bodies.

Now that she was moving, the Impaler Titan was doing a lot. She had two weaponized limbs and apparently three functions for each. One arm swung, moving her body, the other alternated between impossibly long thrusts and drilling attacks.

Legend was using smaller lasers now, a hail of short lasers that were each only about as long as he was tall. She blocked three of them with a reach of her hand, not even looking at what she was doing, and then changed that reaching limb to vault herself in the air. Her limb reached out and extended out to the horizon.

“That hit someone,” I heard Kenzie say, hushed. “Two of the heroes fighting the Ashen Titan. I don’t think there’s anyone to hold her off.”

“Tell the others,” I said.

“I am.”

The golden letters flashed on my field of vision. CINEREAL INCOMING.

I could see Sveta and Capricorn on the battlefield, turning their heads.

“No new notifications for a sec. I’m going to hang up. Then I’ll show up on the battlefield around when Rain does.”

“You will what?” I asked. “No!”

“I got permission, don’t worry.”

“You got—not from me, Lookout!”

I saw the Impaler Titan start to move, and stopped firing. I watched as she fended off more of Legend’s hail of lasers. By keeping her weapons still, she let it unfurl, and the expanded weapon served to block more.

I couldn’t risk that she’d intercept my laser and redirect it with that space warping drill bit of hers.

“It’s fine,” she said. “So sorry but I’m hanging up, bye, you’re great. See you in a short bit! Keep an eye out, there’ll be some people to grab your gun.”

My voice overlapped with hers. “Did you get that permission from Tattletale?”

The call disconnected.

“Everything okay?” my Aunt Sarah called out.

“Lookout is wanting to show up on the battlefield,” I said.

“We need everyone we can get,” she said, looking down at me with purple eyes.

I looked past her to Crystal. “Lookout is a backline combatant.”

“She’s a smart kid?” my Aunt Sarah asked. “Talented?”

“Yeah. I get what you’re saying, but—”

“If she fits on the backline and she insists on coming here, she might have ideas.”