Focusing on Nemean Titan

And he stood taller, no longer moving on all fours. His body shifted composition.

I shot again. He hopped to one side, rolling on landing, and ended up with all four legs beneath him, clawed extremities set so far apart his belly almost grazed the ground.

I shot again, holding down the trigger, mindful of the civilians who were so hard to make out in the gloom, and he sprung to the one side, tore free of two glowing lassos that tried to shackle him, and got closer to the middle of our civilian group.

I watched as helicopters wobbled, then changed in orientation, drifting off to the side to find landing spots with a mechanical fluidity. People on the ground weren't so lucky. No automated landings in cases of driver incapacitation.

He moved through them like something hungry. There was no fighting him, no getting close and delivering a telling blow. I could see how far the effect reached by the line where drivers remained where they were and where trucks were steering around, driving off the road to get elsewhere.

Fuck you, Victor, I thought. You hurt so many people for selfish, ignorant reasons, and you became this? Just doing more of the same.

I focused my laser on him. Crystal and Aunt Sarah did the same.

He didn't like being shot. Nothing suggested he was more fragile than Skadi, but as a Titan, he seemed to have a wholly different personality. He backed off as the lasers focused him down, and darted around a building as a feint, reversing direction while we couldn't clearly see him, before sprinting off in another direction.

- Infrared 19.1