"No," I growled out as the blade stopped dead.
It did this because I had grabbed it by the tip. Motes burning from my fists letting them stop anything up to an avalanche.
The blond woman, Fenja, or maybe Menja. I didn't remember which one was which.
Nor did I care.
In an explosion of motion I yanked the weapon past me pulling myself up and unsettling her grip at the sudden violent contrast.
The Empire's 'Valkyries' were size shifters. Or maybe space warpers was a better term. They could expand themselves up to thirty feet in height, scaling their strength and durability proportionately, gear included. A simple power that was potent nonetheless.
But it had it's weaknesses. They were only as strong and tough proportionally as they scaled, and their tools could be turned against them as if they were normal women.
With a thundering kick my leg severed the spearhead from it's shaft, as I continued with the momentum of the blow spinning in place to pick up the falling article then throw it like a overly fat javelin right into the gap in her armor right above her knee with a boom of displaced air.
She fell into her wounded limb screaming.
Almost immediately the other one was yelling out her name in alarm, "Menja!"
Ah so I had gotten it right.
I was about to pounce for the knock out blow when a click slammed into my armor and the world suddenly turned upside down.
Cricket. I'd forgotten she could do that.
At the same time a dull pressure slapped against the side of my neck like a finger lightly slapping against it.
Stormtiger to.
Fine. Small fry first.
More motes burned with reckless abandon as my Anima's wings became mirrored by four wings of essence sprouting from my own back as I regained by balance. Then yet more singed free as my arm lashed up knocking a blade the size of truck away from my mid section, as the remaining thirty foot woman worked to avenge her sister.
"Fall back!" the giant thundered, shield at the ready, with a fierce look on her face.
Or perhaps just to cover her retreat.
"As if I'll let you," I laughed out in a sadistic rumble. She was three times my height, much less my size, and both of us knew full well she didn't have a chance.
But I'd already picked my new dance partners.
A click snapped out, but by the time it has sunken into my inner ear I was already gone.
So that didn't count as shaping either. So far the only thing that had was a teleport effect.
Annoying. I should have expected it, but it still ticked me off that one of my most costly defenses had proven souseless.
Fortunately I had ample subjects for misplaced aggression.
Fading in from Stormtiger's shadow one of my massive hands stuck him hard in the curve of his spine, sending him off balance as my other clenched around his leg.
Cricket reacted immediately, spinning to face me letting out another click.
But I didn't need precision for this, my 'weapon' was already swinging in full tradition of a practitioner of the Infernal Monster Style.
She still twisted into the blow, taking the impact with minimum force as both neo-Nazi capes were sent flying halfway across the street in a tumble of bruised and broken limbs.
At the same time the twins... had done the one thing I had hoped they would not.
Menja had begun to shrink as Fenja carried her sibling free with ever growing ease and speed, at a pace I could not match.
My fists clenched, then unclenched.
That... had been a thing.
~Don't worry boss, you'll get them next time!~
Looking over at the other Nazi capes, the flipped over wreck of the Merchant Tank, and the havoc all around me...
I wondered. Was I sure I wanted to?
~Well how else are you going to save the city?~
My teeth clenched. Right. Things were getting pretty ugly, and I was getting even uglier, but it'd all be worth it if the world was still spinning at the end.
Wouldn't it?