Battle Demon 2.

“I got that one!” Titan said as he extended both arms, forming small spiked mace heads connected by icy chains to the handles he gripped.

Though Titan was in his humanoid form, however, even though he was shorter than his usual golem size—he still towered over Griz.

“I guess that leaves me with you,” Legion’s mechanical voice echoed while talking to Fizzle as he swung his left arm, materializing a series of magazine clips for the Fragment gun.

The idea of being casually picked out like prey by two golems felt downright insulting to Griz and Fizzle, and they were already imagining how they’d tear the Golem constructs apart, until Alec’s next words nearly made them cough up blood in disbelief at how lightly they were being taken.

“Just take it easy on them, you know we’re not supposed to kill them. Don’t want that old man breathing down my neck.” Alec said.

With that, Titan and Legion advanced, drawing Griz and Fizzle away from Red.