Ruben created a large hammer to attack, channeling both fire and wind to keep the monsters around him in check while bashing through the queen's heavy armor.
The two-meter-tall monster was only slightly shorter than his mecha form, but certainly not weaker. She countered every blow with a strike of her own, using her bare hands to swat his hammer aside.
"Damn it, what are you made of?!" Ruben cried out.
His words were only met with relentless force. The creature didn't pause. For every blow he landed, she countered twice—sometimes three times. Each punch from one of her many arms stripped chunks from his liquid-metal suit. He was beginning to fall on the defensive.
The hammer wasn't working. But it didn't have to.
Within seconds, two others arrived—Irma, his wife, and Wayana, who had become close enough to be called one too. It was hard not to. He had only hesitated to speak to Logan and ask for his blessing.
But the two women understood him well.
