"THEY ARE FLANKING US WITH ABOMINATIONS."
Amidst a hurricane of squealing metal and flames, Titus was able to spot the opening in the allied defense as the disfigured 'mutants' hurdled over the body of one of his comrades to reach the door. The marine swiftly changed his focus, leveraging the weight of the Thunder Hammer to sweep over the few remaining bears that attempted to mob him, outright obliterating their top-halves with ease and creating a clear opening between Titus and the flanking creatures.
He gauged the distance. A split-second decision hatched in his mind, and his iron grip on the thunder hammer loosened. Now holding it with one hand, the Space Marine lumbered back by about a meter, managing to build momentum in the hammer as he slowly swung it back-and-forth like a pendulum with a single hand.
Then, it was in the air.
The hammer-wielding hand of Titus swung upward in a burst of energy, freeing the Thunder Hammer of his grasp at the apex of his swing, causing the massive hammer to go hurdling directly upwards, spinning as it went like a twirling baton. Like fluid, the motion in his throwing arm transferred to his other arm seamlessly as it began to lift upward in tune with the hammer's ascent. It was this startling movement that highlighted what made this hand different from his other hand.
Titus' gauntlet upon this raising hand was far larger than his other, looking more like an oversized metallic fist then an adequately armored gauntlet. Strangely, in the same way as his hammer, the fist was adorned with gilded runes of Imperial regalia that signified it as more of a
weapon than a mere piece of armor.
The aerial hammer's weight didn't allow it much air-time as, soon after Titus hurdled it into the air, it soon began to plummet back down upon the Space Marine. He spared no glance to the falling hammer, and instead took a cautionary step back and folded the thick fingers of his oversized gauntlet inwards, forming a tight fist. It began to crackle and hum with cerulean energy, encased in a dazzling field of lightning.
The plummeting hammer was a blur for everyone else. What was he doing?
For Titus, the world stopped.
The hammer was in front of him, clearly moving but not fast enough to elude his senses. It was about a meter above the ground, prepared to slam into the Earth and send him hurtling away from the civilians he intended to protect. It did not do this, at least not yet; the world around the Space Marine moved as if he was viewing it from behind a wall of water. It was muddled into formless shapes and impressions of movement, but he knew what these shapes meant.
He waits for a moment, as his eyes draw a straight line that pierced himself, the hammer, and a trio of junk-ridden bears that primed themselves to surround Heimdall. Air filled his lungs, and his arm cocked back like a taut bowstring.
The wall of water subsided, and the world began to move as one - and Titus moved with it.
BOOM!
The Space Marine's charged fist snapped forward, slamming into the hammer's stony head just before it hit the ground. A thunderclap, trapped in a single unit of time, filled the arena as the two fields of energy clashed together, one supported by gravity and the other by Titus' sheer strength. The fist won the battle of kinetics, as the hammer's falling momentum transferred into blinding horizontal speed, spinning back towards the flanking monstrosities as Titus quite literally punched the hammer towards them.
The Thunder Hammer's spinning field of electricity thundered like a weapon that had always belonged on Asgard, turning into an unstoppable chakram of destruction that slammed through the Junk Monokuma's with no sign of slowing down. The aberrant bears could usually withstand gratuitous punishment; yet the spinning hammer obliterated several them in a single strike, rendering their bodies to hardly-recognizable motes of simmering dust and scraps of metal.
Titus' spinning hammer finally ended the path of mayhem when it impacted with a wall near Ryan's body, the old stone barely managing to avoid shattering like glass when the hammer's head embedded itself firmly into the solid body. The civilians standing behind said wall could feel the vibrations shaking the foundations of their safe space; fortunately, it stood firm and free of any impending threats.
Ryan, in his near-death state, was treated to the sight of a spinning death-hammer nearly taking his head off. The ground beneath him shook as something large, and heavy approached, the imposing silhouette of Captain Titus standing over his body and staring down at him through the glowing crimson eyes of his helmet.
At least until he took the helmet off, and his free hand reached over and tore the hammer free from the wall with a single tug. Titus stuffed the weapon away on his back, deciding that it had suffered more than enough combat for this battle.
"So, the Coalition is sending civilians to war now?" Titus spoke with a scowl as he scornfully looked down at the boy's body. He thought it a corpse until his ears picked up on a fading heartbeat in the boy's chest. By the Emperor, he's still alive?
"Breathe, boy. The Warp shall not take you yet."
Titus stored his helmet away on his belt, reaching out to grab Ryan by the arm. With one tug, he hoisted the wounded one over his pauldron-clad shoulder. It wasn't a very comfortable or flattering position, but it wasn't like Ryan was in any state to complain.
Titus gave the battlefield a cursory glance. The violence had subsided for the time being, save for the few bears had remained, but Titus was far too old to suspect that this would be the last wave. His thumping footfalls soon approached the Guardian himself.
"Heimdall, are you wounded?"
Titus didn't wait for a reply, swiftly raising his storm bolter to crack off several explosive shots towards a trio of approaching bears as he spoke.
"We've thinned the horde for the time being, but they know where your people are now. We were only barely able to hold this position against this wave; I don't think we'll be so fortunate when the next one arrives."
"You have to relocate your people now, or we have to call for reinforcements," he urged, hoisting Ryan again.
"And a medic."
@Yun Lee @Sark