Except way, way bigger. Of a size to match Titans.

The Impaler Titan struck him with her one good arm, stabbing his side. He shoved the Flowing Titan at her, then dashed toward the two of them.

“Victoria!”

The voice was dim.

I looked.

A second later, gold lines pointed to my target.

I saw Lookout. Her backpack was on, and every surface near her had been holographically altered to look like a terminal, with an emphasis on eye shapes rather than squares.

Rain was with her, Sveta and Tristan stood off to one side, distracted but with the team, and Chris stood off to the other side, more or less kid-size, wearing someone else’s jacket and the metal ring with syringes pointing inward around his neck. No braces, no headgear. All of his focus was on the Giant.

The Chevalier Giant picked up a concrete pole, and brushed it against a crack in reality as it passed it. The pole shifted, blurring, and became transparent, with a torn-up reality at the outer periphery.

He clubbed the two Titans, thrashing them like he was swinging a baseball bat, and as hard as he swung, the pole didn’t disintegrate.

I turned my focus back to the others. “You shouldn’t be on the battlefield, Lookout.”

“It’s okay, I’m not, exactly,” she said.

I reached out, to touch her head, and I felt metal, roughly where her head was, but not exactly.

A camera and a projected Kenzie.

“Good,” I said, genuinely relieved. “Cool. You got me.”

“I wasn’t trying to get you. Um, there’s a portal over there. You should…” she trailed off. “…You did awful things to that gun. Dragon gave you that!”

She stuck her hand out, and it clinked as she touched the gun’s housing.

“What’s this?” Chris asked, looking over.

Kenzie pointed.

“Perverse,” he said. “That’s pretty funny.”

“We’re on the same page,” Lookout said, with a note of amusement to her voice. “I said something similar, I even thought perverse, even though I’d never say it. We’re on the same wavelength!”

“Ugh.”

“How’d it go, Rain?” I asked.

“I could tell you, but Tristan wants to get everyone together for a debrief,” Rain said. He stood straight, his attention on the distant fighting. More on the fight between the… heap of flesh and the flesh-warping Titan Ophion.

Which was weird, now that I thought about it.

“The fuck?” I asked.

“That’s the Mother Giant,” Rain clarified, pointing.

The Mother Giant giving birth to stuff that definitely wasn’t pink, brown, or black flesh, but included all strains of animals and monstrousness. The Gibborim—that’s what it was called—Knight now many times the size, standing tall despite the fact the square cube law should have shattered his lower body.

“You’re doing this?” I asked Chris.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the save.”

“He did that on his own.”