Xavier's eyes widened in disbelief.
She'd done it.
She'd killed the Titan.
But the victory was short-lived.
From across the field, a familiar voice rang out.
"You… I remember you!" Piolet stepped through the smoke and stopped as he saw her.
His lips curled up. "You are slave number 32."
Lyra didn't flinch. "I'm not a slave. My name is Lyra!"
She rushed at him, ready to strike.
But she never made it.
Piolet's fist slammed into her stomach mid-air.
Crack.
She coughed up blood immediately, her body folding from the blow. Her ears dropped, limp.
"LYRA!!"
Xavier moved, but too slow.
Piolet wasn't finished. With a grin, he up-kicked her chin with full force.
Her body flew into the sky like a ragdoll.
And just when she was about to fall—Piolet jumped.
He was going to crush her mid-air.
Xavier didn't think. He raised his gun and fired.
Bang!
The bullet hit Piolet—but it was like throwing a pebble at a tank. It bounced off his skin, harmless.
But it worked.
