Xor, however, had performed that complex move to teleport; he could teleport normally anyway, but only short distances. He suddenly forced himself out of a dark circle that had appeared on the ground, and looked down upon Saphir. He glanced at Leo quickly. "Suffering a mental battle... am I correct?" he asked quickly.
Fyroh, however, refused to comply with the titans orders. "You'll betray me!! Get off me!! I warn you, I'll use force!!" he shouted, half choking, as the scruff of his neck wasn't as flexible as it was on a puppy. He pulled out his broadsword, and held it in a manner, suggesting that he'd slash the titans fingers. "Let go of me, you brat. Just because you're bigger than me, it doesn't mean I won't try to attack you... got it! Release me this instant!!"
Vlaardi had shown up, hearing his elder brothers voice. He showed no fear of the titan, as Fyroh had earlier; instead, he whipped out his grappling hook, and swung it to gain momentum; then threw the hook at the titan. This tactic was intended to hurt the titan; it had worked before, though he didn't know if it would work again.... especially not against an enemy of such proportions. But what was the point in not trying?
Olhal had fallen from the air, now on his knees; only visible through gaps of the swirling fireballs. With great pain, he was ripping more, and more fireballs from within his body, but from the look on his face, he seemed more likely to be removing vital organs from his body, the way his face was contorted with pain.
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