The strip of wrist between the hole and open air snapped. Blood and shell sprayed out, and I used my arms in conjunction with flight to hurl myself down and in, grabbing the barrel and pulling the gun down so part of it and all of me occupied the hole in the wrist. I felt arm slam into chest, with a resounding collision that broke up my forcefield. The gun beeped, almost like it was protesting. More likely the jostle was reminding it we were out of battery.

I used my aura, because there was no reason not to, and shifted position, grabbing my gun and getting clear as she moved her wrist away from her chest.

I had to adjust, scrabbling in the air to find the handholds I expected had moved, as the domed exterior of the gun had buckled somewhat.

I was so focused on the task that I barely registered the shape that appeared next to me. The Flowing Titan, freshly emerged, swung his arm in a backhand, right for me.

I could protect me, but I couldn’t protect my gun.

Damn it, I thought, bracing to anticipate the blow.

An explosion nearby threw me off course. I spiraled through the air with the gun, and found my bearings, squaring off and facing the two most imminent threats. The Titan hadn’t managed to hit me.

From this angle, I could see most of the threats. Titan Cinereal joining the fight. I could see Titan Ophion and… one mess of a pile of meat, which was disgorging a whole other mess. With all the meat lying around, a lot of the cracks in that section of battlefield were packed full. Pale flesh, flensed flesh, scaled flesh, feathered flesh…

Turning around, I saw another figure, easily mistaken for a Titan. He was massive, brutish in features, with metal stuck to flesh that strained and bulged around it, distorting and stretching materials that were at least a foot thick.

A largely naked man, with bruised skin. I figured ‘largely’ naked because he was still wearing a loose band of metal around the waist, that did absolutely nothing for modesty, but did produce a kind of horribly uncomfortable looking cradle for his genitals. It looked like a car wreck with metal pinching and digging into skin, and it didn’t look like it should been able to contain the mass it did.

Seemingly uncaring, roaring in a guttural way, he picked up a chunk of building with two hands, dragged it through a bed of flames on the ground in the process of drawing it back, and then chucked it underhanded.

It detonated on impact, like the material of the building was an eggshell containing molten material. The Titan reared back, and the mostly naked Titan threw himself at the liquid Titan, grappling and wrestling with it to keep it from sinking into the ground.

The… gibber-whatsit knight. Chris’s Chevalier.