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 downward. The insect legs burst, spilling green blood as they snapped 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 in midair by that all-too-familiar telekinesis.
CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! The gears inside Charles's prosthetic spun rapidly as the lethal Anchor Hook shot straight for 134's petite figure.
134's body floated upward in an instant, dodging his attack. As she dodged, the restraint on Charles vanished.
