Grey exhaled a steaming breath. This time, the flames calmed considerably, his body cooling to the point they vanished as his Frames relaxed.
This wasn't good enough.
Despite the battle, that was the one thought Grey had. This wasn't good enough.
How many more were coming? How could he stop this? What was he going to do?
Did he have to leave Thi Lan here and try to see if he could get the others instead?
The fact he couldn't use his mechs was putting a lot more stress on him as well. It wasn't easy to sustain two Frames like that, especially when he didn't have solid control over the Bringer of Light gloves in the first place.
Just using it alone had nearly shattered his fists. This time, he managed to offload a lot of that weight by throwing things and using other methods, but…
