A day long invasion from whistlers could have ended two ways. The first with Myles dead, the second with Myles tired broken and very grumpy. He had absolutely not anticipated ending the day watching a giant robot boot a giant sized whistler in its groin. Myles did not know the gender of the whistler, or even how to tell. But he would later swear he heard two separate crunching sounds as gargantuan mechanical foot met jumbo pink crotch.

“Endeavour! Stop gawking at my robot and get out of the way.” Said Zara over the colossal robot’s sound system.

Myles evacuated the improvised arena as fast as the suit legs could carry him, Myles’ biggest problem was… his biggest problem was still the humongous whistler, but a close second was quitting himself well in front of Zara without getting himself killed by doing something daft.

The bat turned robot warrior was locked in a brutal slugfest with the overgrown whistler. The titanic punches possessed a heft Myles could barely imagine, He could feel blasts of displaced air as each hit connected. He assumed the Sentinels were cocking a snook at physics again because the big mech looked like it was paying only the barest amount of lip service to the square cube law. Something so big should not be so agile, it was not perfect but it moved remarkably like a real person would.

The whistler lunged. Myles saw that move coming a mile off, the buggers were nothing if not predictable. The lunge was stopped by a forceful uppercut. Heads should not bend that far backwards thought Myles. The gargantuan whistler stood back up its head, hanging backwards, unnaturally limp. The next thing that happened was even more unnatural. The swinging limp head snapped back into place.

“Whoooooooee-uueet” The whistler said with uncharacteristic bass and no small amount of reverb.

Realising its own power the gargantuan fae barrelled forward, no longer fearing injury from the giant robot. Swipe after swipe of its claws put Zara on the defensive. The whistler accepted a devastating punch, allowing it to pierce its torso to get up close and spray its acid. Zara reacted in time, sacrificing the giant robots left arm, below the elbow joint dissolving away to nothing in a cacophony of loud hisses and pops.

“How do you kill these things Endeavour? Came Zara’s voice over the speakers. “This is all built for killing aliens not cosmic fucking horror fairy tale bullshit.”

The statement made sense to Myles, so much so that he resolved to find a therapist after all of this was over.

“I have an idea!” Myles shouted up at the Mech. “Pick me up and throw me” He ran towards the single armed robot.

Zara freed her robots remaining arm from the guts of the whistler and front kicked it backwards creating the space she needed. The whistlers injury knitting together as it let out what Myles had come to think of as their species laugh. Zara scooped Myles up in a giant robot hand, positioned its legs…

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” asked Zara

“Aim for the face and stick to body blows! Now do it before I lose my nerve”

The giant robot cocked its arm back and with monstrous mechanical force propelled the white rabbit right towards the whistlers right eye. Knuckle busters glowed and trailed red lightning behind Myles as he sped at near sonic speed towards the eye. He realised the suit was doing a lot of heavy lifting allowing his brain to process the fast pace he was traveling at. So fast the whistler barely had time to react as the dot of red it perceived shot into its eye.

Myles squelched through jelly and goop.

“This was your plan was it” Said Llex

“I was hoping for a one hit kill head-shot” said Myles “… Fine, hard way it is.”

The whistler was scrabbling at its injured eye, While the fairy was able to shrug off damage from a Sentinel, it was much less able to handle injuries from a Trigger user. Its eye was not healing and it felt like something was trying to burrow into its head. Where its eye had once been only vicious pain remained.

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The Giant robot was lacking an arm, but the whistler was now focused of trying to get the horrid burrowing thing out of its eye. evening the odds back up. In fact the mad scrabble at its eye meant it made a few places open to attack. The undefended ribs were so inviting Zara considered it rude not to. Giant bones broke. Myles felt the impact albeit greatly reduced through the squishy fae bits he was wading through. He had abandoned the eye via the hole he had made on what he assumed was some kind of optic nerve.

Everything shook again throwing Myles against something hard. He assumed it must be the skull. using it to orient himself, then he got to work he punching a hole through the giant creatures brain. The tremors came again and again but Myles continued punching and tearing his way deeper, well past the pic mater and into the cerebrum. If he could reach and destroy the hippocampus or shatters bassoon he could do some real damage.

Outside Zara watched in fascinated horror as the enormous whistler stopped trying to tear the contents of its eye socket out and began violently thumping its own head. The thing had forgone its normal mode of speech of grunting and screeching as it pounded on its own head.

“Llex, where are we?”

“In a big brain Myles.” said Llex

“Yes, but where.” said Myles through gritted teeth.

“Does it matter?” said Llex “We are dealing with an extra dimensional entity that evolved using a different set of physics let alone biology, stab where ever you like.”

The wrist mounted A.I had a point. Myles had dug himself in pretty deep and the dull thumping must be the whistler hitting itself, so clearly he was doing some damage. The Knuckle Busters were put away and the Neon Thunder Spear was brought out to play. Myles Thrust down. Deep as it would go into the white squidgy material underneath him. He was not so arrogant he thought he could light the whole monster sized whistler up like Christmas, but he gave it a good go.

Myles had regrets, the smell was disgusting like someone had left tinned ham out in the sun and then tossed it on a Barbecue. The dull thumping had stopped, Myles didn’t think the creature was dead as it did not seem to be falling on either its face or its arse. Summoning up his interface Myles sent out a message

Endeavour

It feels like it stopped moving, what’s going on?

Zara

It started smoking out of its eye and went limp. It is just stood there staring blankly. I assume that is your doing?

Endeavour

I gave it an electric lobotomy and now in here smells like the kebab shop from hell! I don’t suppose you could finish it off now?

Zara

Fine, hang onto something.

Myles grabbed on tight to the charred walls he had tunnelled into the giant whistlers brain. He grabbed even harder when he felt it tip and then fall. There was an uncomfortable amount of rolling before the thing stopped. Luck was not kindly disposed towards Myles on this day as for the first time since that morning there were no living far close and Myles armour disengaged letting the brain fluids and vicar soak into his clothes. Out of reflex he pulled the head into his inventory. That was the good news, he had saved himself several minutes of climbing out of a very gory hole. The bad news was he was several meters up in the air and falling towards gravel.

“Bollocks” Said Myles as gravity showed up to do its job.

Myles landed. He had worse landings and he felt like he ma have styles it out, but his knees were protesting so much he was worried they would form a union and go on strike. Looking up at the big bat robot he saw it holding a huge bat styled axe, like the one Zara used only much much bigger. It made him feel slightly better that although he had failed to look cool, he was never to do anything that was cooler than a giant robot holding an axe. Myles hobbled over to the rest of the body and requisitioned it into his inventory as well. He wondered if it would still count as only one or would the absolute unit give him building materials for months to come.

Animalbion Silver sauntered over to the knackered Myles who was only mildly dripping goo and fae bits.

“I’m here to clear up your mess Endeavour.” Said Zara

“Cool, grab a cloth and get wiping, I can get most of the front bits but you’ll be handy getting round the back.” said Myles.

“Not that mess.” Said Zara, gesturing at the mix of brain bits and goo. “Getting the town stuck in a turn.”

“I’ll fess up to walking into a trap, but don’t blame me for Sweetbright going batshit just because I had the brazen audacity not to die in their trap.” said Myles flicking a bit of brain at Zara. who batted it out of the air before it could get anywhere near her person.

“Anyway” Said Zara “Rusty will be working on it from the outside with those handy time powers of his… I mean time powers, he gets to boss around physics and I get an axe and can shout loudly… “ griped Zara

“I’ve said the same thing, I’m basically a rabbit who punches things hard.” Said Myles

“But no one cares about you Endeavour.” Said Zara matter of factly. “Anyway let’s go start killing fae, they don’t regenerate like the big one do they?”

“Rude.” Said Myles “The big one used a magic glowing thing and you killed loads at my mums house so it’s probably fine but there shouldn’t be too many knocking about, I’ve been keeping on top of them pretty well.”

Zara looked around, then stared at the device on her wrist, hand on hip as she read something. Myles presumed she had a virtual screen as well. At least that was what he hoped, if it wasn’t then his only chance of rescue had gone mental.

“A couple of stragglers as far as I can tell, but the area is pretty clean.” said Zara “Okay, I’m a little impressed, I would not have expected a newly minted Fairy Trigger to hold it together in a turn.

“Thanks, but I’m still glad you are here. People have started getting a but upset since the shops all ran out of chic-ices.” said Myles. “Also, I have an important question… Did I look cool when you threw me at the whistler?”

“It mostly looked like throwing an action figure at a giant pink anteater and I…” Said Zara before being interrupted by a large ripple in the sky and a familiar boom.

“Zara, did your impressive ingress into my average small town happen to weaken dimensional barriers.” Said Myles

Zara did not have time to answer before a gargantuan scaled green fist crashed through the sky.

“Bugger.” Said Zara.