“You must be joking.” Isaac couldn’t blame Savage for being skeptical of intervening in a sovereign-scale conflict, even if the raptor had been at least tangentially aware of all the practice Isaac had been putting in. In a fight between titanic forces like Mechaniacal and Great King Zys, there wasn’t much of a difference they could make if they were to move directly. The larger drones seemed far more dangerous than the little ones in Star City or that had followed them after they left Borealis, and even Savage’s heavier weapons might not do much to one.But Isaac wasn’t planning to try and take down the swarm one by one, or charge up to the tower and take on Mechaniacal himself. After even just a week of testing, he was certain that he could make a difference if he leaned into manipulating the fight itself. There was no guarantee that he could make it stop, but he had to at least give it a shot.“We just need to get involved enough that I can get ahold of the fight’s inertia,” Isaac said. “If I suck everything out of it, then any attempt to make the fighting stop should have an outsized effect.” “That’s not as coherent a plan as I’d like,” Sarah said, her disguise mimicking how she shifted atop Astoria’s saddle to look at him. “But it does make sense. And honestly, if Mechaniacal is after us then teleporting somewhere else is only going to delay the inevitable anyway. Gratin found us, he found us, and for all we know Star Central is close behind. Stopping a big fight isn’t exactly sovereign level stuff, but…”“Have to start somewhere, and might give everyone more pause than just running again. If they can tell it’s me, anyway.” They could still teleport out later if things didn’t improve, and Isaac was starting to get tired of running away. It was true that there were many forces that outclassed him, but Great King Zys had a point that if he never pushed back, he’d never know which ones he (...)