“Let’s fight it together!” Hector offered with the best of intentions.

As the other man turned to face the looming feldeath, the crystalline creatures turned to dust and scattered, leaving behind no trace.

“Figures the asshole would run,” the man complained to nobody in particular. “Fine. What’s your ability? Where’s your reaper? How old are you? Quick now.”

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Hector found it off-putting that the guy would ask for that information without offering his own ability, but there wasn’t time to argue. “Iron materialization. Reaper’s not here. 50 years.” Hector made up some bullshit about his age.

“Shit, that barely helps. Distract the fucker at least.”

They both gave it their all. Fortunately for Hector, Garovel was not here. Vanderberk was not as lucky.

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