Ramming her gun into the Titan Impaler

I closed the last bit of distance. My flight was jerked off course, because the spiraling 'drill' had suction, corrected, and slammed into the first solid bit of the Titan's wrist.

It caved in. Blood gushed out, and poured down from the site of injury.

I still carried the gun- part of the reason my flight hadn't been as fast as I needed. I twisted in the air, rising up and away, then plunged back down, using the gun's barrel, javelin-throwing it down, stabbing the wound and punching through.

I threw my body and forcefield into the side of the gun, levering the barrel against the edge of the wrist. I saw the shell break, crack-

Felt her draw her wrist back.

A quick glance back showed me another bloody mess. Where there had been snow and mud, there was now a spiral of blood- several. Snuff had died, and the capes between him and the Titan had gone down with him.

She was drawing her wrist back toward her chest, aiming to smear me against it.

I kept pressing, aware of the closing distance.

The strip of wrist between the hole and open air snapped. Blood and shell sprayed out, and I used my arms in conjunction with flight to hurl myself down and in, grabbing the barrel and pulling the gun down so part of it and all of me occupied the hole in the wrist. I felt arm slam into chest, with a resounding collision that broke up my forcefield. The gun beeped, almost like it was protesting. More likely the jostle was reminding it we were out of battery.

I used my aura, because there was no reason not to, and shifted position, grabbing my gun and getting clear as she moved her wrist away from her chest.

I had to adjust, scrabbling in the air to find the handholds I expected had moved, as the domed exterior of the gun had buckled somewhat.

- Infrared 19.5