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The air outside the tent fills with the rhythmic thud of helicopter rotors. The ground rumbles as more tanks roll out. Ethan laughs as his mini jets speed across the tent. The noses of each plane turn deadly sharp. Ethan’s plan becomes clear.
He’s going to try to stab us with his stupid flying toys.
Bring it on.
I command my Scala robes to expand out. For a second, the threads jut forward like a thousand tiny needles. Within the span of a heartbeat, they’ve torn off all my Razor Guard gear. After that, I make the threads to reform into the shape of battle gear. The process takes less than a few seconds, and then, I’m back in my chosen battle gear. What can I say? I want to go into this final fight as the Great Scala.
Once my gear is set, I shift my weight onto the balls of my feet.
