He didn't, so Walter said nothing. He could do teamwork, certainly, but it wasn't where his aptitude lay – and there was only so much trust he had in strangers regardless of their assignment.

Of course, the creature was uninterested in the conversation. It lumbered about in a rampage with its protrusions, cracked or not, swinging dangerously at anything that stood in its way. Even that had purpose, as it moved in a manner that clearly indicated its intent to close distance and reach all of its targets at once. If one protrusion missed, another would swoop in for the opening.

He was the farthest away still. Undeterred, Walter squared his shoulders and another glyph appeared beneath him. The incantation for this eres was longer, and he was merely halfway through the creature's rampage:

"Brilliant vanguard of the heavens, cry havoc – "