Hearing their conversation, Charles was startled. He hadn't expected Tobba to know 134, and judging from their words, their relationship went back four centuries.3

Casting a glance at the Narwhale, which was in the distance, Charles swiftly activated the chainsaw on his prosthetic limb and slashed beneath him.0

The insect legs holding him captive were severed with splashes of green blood. Bouncing off the soft, supple flesh of King, Charles lunged at 134 like a cheetah.0

134 was in the midst of her tirade with Tobba, but she reacted fast enough. Without even looking back, she lifted a left hand, and Charles was suspended in mid-air with the psychic force he found familiar.0

Clink-clink-clink!0

The gears within Charles' prosthetic arm spun rapidly, and the sharp grappling hook shot directly toward 134's petite frame.0

134...0