The entire facility around her was putty in her hands.

I checked on Damsel, who was on the floor below, using a continuous, shallow blast around herself to ward off falling debris.

She gave me a hard look. I looked away.

I could see the weapons that were being brought to bear against the Simurgh, here. Legend’s lasers, Dragon’s tech, Solarstare’s beam.

A single punch from me didn’t matter. Not here.

“Damsel!” I called out.

Her lips moved, her expression twisting even further.

“Torso!” I called down to her.

Again, she replied. The roar of her power and the sounds around us drowned her out. Too far away, and I wasn’t getting any closer while she was in a mood. Too dangerous.

I took flight, looking for Torso.

If I couldn’t do the necessary damage, maybe I could at least enable the people who could. Torso was the heaviest hitter I could think of off the top of my head.

I found Deathchester, peeking out through the hallway the Undersiders had been in. Gibbet was creating half-circles of debris around and behind the Simurgh, not that it helped a ton, when she could use telekinesis or wade through them, breaking them in the process. When one was picked up to be thrown, Gibbet reduced the scale of that chunk of floor or pillar, letting it shrink to nothingness before it could be used to bludgeon anyone. Trophy Wife was assisting the wounded. Sidepiece—I spotted her with some of the attacking forces.

The room went from dark to bright as Legend used another laser. Hitting harder than I’d seen him do, especially in confined quarters.

The screaming was finding its way back into my head. Small, slow, steady, but it was creeping in, building up, and it was doing it faster than it had initially done.

Our window is closing.

“Antares!” I heard the voice. Win.

I turned to look at him, but I didn’t have the capacity to shout back.

“Your gun!”

I gave him a hand signal, somewhere between a point to go and a thumbs up, with a belated nod to confirm.

I had to hope the damage we were doing was enough. That we could put her down or keep her down for long enough she wouldn’t be up for a fight with Titan Fortuna.

I would have called out, but it was hard to shout when the left side of my ribcage felt like it was hanging on by luck more than anything. Instead, I landed beside Trophy Wife. “Where’s Torso?”

She pointed.

I flew through the crowd, so I didn’t have to jog.

Torso had fallen into a crack in the floor and gotten wedged inside. Two capes were struggling to get him out.