Four capes total. Mush had escaped, slunk off after my initial blow had scattered most of his 'outer' body all over the place, but he was only a side issue compared to Stormtiger and Cricket.
To say nothing of those in the tank. Squealer hadn't trusted a tool that complex with something plebeian, and with the pressure on them from the Empire following Trainwreck's troublesome gambit, Skidmark hadn't let her go into the fight alone.
Neither were in any shape to escape after having said tank suplexed with them in it. Even if the hatch hadn't been on the top, and sealed quite firmly by the vehicle's own mass.
That left only Mush and Trainwreck as combat viable capes for the Merchants to send into their little feud. Maybe enough to bust the pair out, but not for at least a day or two.
In that time, the only thing that would save them would be the fact I'd just put two of his three heaviest hitters into traction. Depending on if he'd gotten Othala back at this point they might be back in the fight soon, but the fact remained he now had to worry about a roving madman who could beat the living hell into any cape he could field.
Unless he got Purity back anyway.
And with me playing a lot more aggressively then most heroes he'd be feeling the pressure to have that happen soon.
To say nothing of the morale damage that came with me crushing the will of his more conventional troops with the weight of my anima. Between the raids I'd done before, this battle now, my declaration of intent in the former, and the raw damage I'd inflicted on his elite forces, his forces willingness to fight had to be dropping left right and center.
~So all in all the war goes well oh Green Sun Prince~
That it was.
The only downside was that I'd needed to pull my shadow over myself after my armor had receded and I'd started to shrink down. Mostly because jumping from six foot three to roughly ten feet tall hadn't done kind things to my clothing.
It'd taken me a depressingly long time to find my little PRT gifted cellphone to. I was probably going to have to replace it soon, given the outside had already turned to brass, though the little touch screen on it still worked somehow.
Reality warping magic was weirdly convenient like that I guess.
I'm not sure why I bothered. I was lit up like a green sun on the horizon, and the explosions had been pretty loud. The odds they hadn't sent someone were astronomical.
Case in point I could already see someone flying in from the distance. A figure dressed up like a comic book rendition of a fully armored roman centurion.
Dauntless.
Remaining in my position sitting on the tilted over tank like a big game hunter displaying his trophy, I let my lips quirk into a smirk as I wondered just how this meeting would go.
Dauntless never really got much characterisation in the series. The unfortunate hero had been taken out by a literal 'time bomb', frozen in a pocket of suspended time long before we got to see much from their side of the fence.
Fanfics tended to vary in how they presented him, from a punch clock hero to a real boy scout type true blue hero. All I really knew was that his power was to empower items giving them strange properties that he could improve over time, and that because of that he was an up and coming heavy hitter. Someone Armsmaster, arguably one of the most dangerous men on the planet, considered a personal rival.
I guess he couldn't be all bad then.
Actually now I was kind of looking forward talking to him.
At the very least it should prove interesting.