Listening to their conversation, Charles was shaken. He hadn't expected Tuba and 134 to know each other, and from their tone, it seemed they'd known each other for four hundred years.
He glanced at the Narwhal not far off, his prosthetic morphed into a chainsaw, and he swiftly slashed down beneath his body.
The insect legs burst open, spilling green blood and snapping off. Charles stepped onto the soft mass of flesh, leaping at 134 like a hunting leopard.
134, still roaring at Tuba, didn't even turn her head; she simply raised her left hand, and Charles was suspended midair by that all-too-familiar telekinesis.
"Clack clack clack"—the gears inside Charles' prosthetic spun rapidly, and the lethal anchor hook shot straight for the petite figure of 134.
134's body floated upward in an instant, dodging Charles' attack. In avoiding him, the binding around Charles vanished.
