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Aaron, a subdued smile on his face, seemed almost proud of the old man. He grabbed Enoch, pulling him out of the wagon with one arm, and then set him down and shoved he other man forward. Then Aaron, lance in hand, looked back at Jamison. "You're with me. Let's go."

The two moved into position, Aaron with his sure confidence, Jamison with his unsure lack of balance and purpose. The inspector doubted his gun would work on such a monster, as they didn't seem to work so well on most of the things in his hellish world. But perhaps with Aaron standing in front of him things would be different. Perhaps this chapter of their story would have a happy ending for once.

Kidd had already moved to the stairwell and threw himself at it. The nimble navigator, even in his wounded state, was making a quick climb over the ruined wreckage of what had once been the stairs. However, when he looked to his flank, he found that Fakeru was not with him. Instead, he had to look up... to see that she had already begun to float up to the second level without hesitation.

"As fast as we can, right?" Fakeru said to Kidd, glancing back at him for a level of assurance that she, herself, was lacking in that moment. Her body had always carried the courage to push her forward... even at times like this when her mind and her lack of confidence was holding her back.

All she could do now was wish that she had time for Kidd to have gone over the basics of the transmutation crystal with her. Without that she almost felt like she'd be a useless addition to this battle. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't stand by and do nothing.

Kidd, at that time, was having his own thoughts. "If you can do it safely," he reminded her firmly.

But Fakeru didn't know what was safe or what was foolish. Facing an enemy which had never been encountered before left almost no room for sureness. It was all guesswork. This monster of human bodywork, stitched together with too many eyes and no mouth, had the strength to grapple Leone the Cat and hold him at bay. That's all Fakeru knew.

Her sandals were glowing and leaving a trail in the air behind her as she cleared the railing. Then, taking up a position above the enemy, she tried to angle her body to attack safely from above. One of the iron rods that had been pulled off of the wagon was in her hands now. That should give her the reach and the power to do something here!

As glitter and shining lights rained onto the field from above, those on the first floor continued to fight for their lives. Aaron was forced to stand his ground as the first amalgam charged at him. His weapon spun forward and slashed with the tip of the spear as cleanly as possible. The fighting style which he had grown used to, the open charge, needed to be abandoned here.

... But that didn't mean he was helpless. The former soldier possessed a level of skill that even he had almost forgotten. Using his footwork to his advantage he could change his position, causing the opponent to extend itself safely onto his ground, all the while pressuring it with attacks from the outside. One poke or slash from the spear was enough to hold its attention, to be sure, but this was only a stopgap. It was clear his weapon wasn't damaging the large fleshy body enough to counteract its fearsome strength and endurance.

Then, as those limbs continued to swing at him from three or four angles, depending on which way the bizarre artists rendition of human misery was facing, Aaron realized he couldn't do this alone. And it was fine. Because he wasn't.
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