Novaman strained against the grip. Incredibly, it held. He was brought around to look into the gigantic yellow eyes and robotic face of Strys' massive servant ...
"Cybertitan!"
"YOU are-the-American-crimefighter-known-AS Novaman," the disjointed, mechanical voice stated through Cybertitan's mouth-speaker. "You are NOT welcome-here. You WILL-be-destroyed."
"You might be ABLE to hang onto me, big guy, but I don't think you WANT to." Novaman flew straight up, hauling Cybertitan with him into the air, then swung the humongous robot into a concrete building, crushing the wall and part of the ceiling. Cybertitan let go, and Novaman drove down into its chest. He raised his fists to pound the robot again, but got swatted away through another part of the wall and back out into the courtyard. Novaman stabilized himself and charged back in, fist cocked.
He saw the flicker of purple almost too late.
He changed angle and soared up and to the left at the last second. Cybertitan swung a six-foot blade of gleaming purple metal mounted on its arm through the air just a hairsbreadth behind the dodging hero.
Where did Strys get his hands on Garicite? And how did he figure out how to turn it into an alloy like that?
No time for that – if he's got a Garicite blade, he's probably got a Garicite beam, too. He looked down at Cybertitan with his "energy vision" and, sure enough, saw a Garicite crystal in the robot's forearm warming up ...
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She watched as Cybertitan blasted his violet beams into the sky and Novaman dove and dodged around them.
"Whatever you want to do," he had said. What DID she want? she asked herself, looking down at her shining, metal-sheathed hand. Her fingers clicked together as she flexed them - the smooth, organic movement covered in the cold, reflective beauty of her armor plating.
She thought about what her King had done to her, and her hand clenched into a fist.
She looked out across the courtyard at Novaman as he snatched up some rubble and hurled it ahead of his charge, trying to distract the robotic behemoth so he could get closer, and thought of what HE had
done FOR her ...
… and she made her choice.