A little earlier, before Ezra created the MCX-SPEAR and before he placed all his remaining firearms into a state of Overload, his mind had already begun racing through too many thoughts at once.
Think, Ezra.
The thought repeated itself as he moved through the air.
The battlefield below him had almost become unrecognizable.
The ground was cracked and partially melted from Maxwell's Golden Flames. Hot steam drifted across the platform, and every now and then, a broken piece of stone would fall from the air after being thrown upward by one of their attacks.
Ezra had been fighting through all of it.
He had fired artillery.
He had used assault rifles, battle rifles, sniper rifles, Repeater Sword Rifles, M79s, the Twin Vipers, and countless other firearms.
He had even used the magnetic functions of his Black Magnetic Gloves to turn his weapons into moving platforms.
Yet Maxwell was still standing.
