Everything scattered in a burst of flames and ice. Steam flooded the air and dropped visibility, but Faust had already marked his enemies with Observe.
The ground cracked and split apart as the explosion pushed the flying castle to its limit. Rain formed rivers in the cracks. The overwhelming darkness only broke when lightning passed.
The three Puppet Knight captains rushed at him again, but something was different. They had discarded their weapons. Their crimson masks gleamed maliciously.
They jumped down on Faust and tried to hold him down, grappling, kicking, and driving their dripping fists into his face.
Faust barely reacted. The fists stung like punches from his little brother. Yet the ground cracked under the force behind those blows.
He wasn't much stronger than them, but the Iron King Schema made anything a level below him pitifully weak.
