Breaking Nemean Titan's hair

The Nemean Titan got close enough to a pack of capes that they dropped out of the air, no longer coordinated enough to fly in a straight line. I pulled the trigger before even thinking about it.

A golden light, cutting across the dark, ruined section of city, striking the Nemean Titan in the side of the head. Locks of the golden 'hair', probably more solid and rigid than any concrete, fell away.

He put his paw-like hand in the way of the beam. I adjusted, moving the cannon, and he was pretty quick in moving his hand to match. The claw took less damage than the rest of him.

His posture shifted, hair gleaming gold in the radiance of the beam. In that moment, I could see past the Titan to a Victor I had encountered in passing on the battlefield. A kid, intimidated and putting on a front. Very good at putting on a front, because it had been a skill he had stolen. I'd moved on to something else, because I'd been young enough I wasn't allowed to fight the supervillains, only the mooks. The posture and stance had been very similar, back then.

Hi, Victor.

Lasers joined mine. Red and violet.

He abruptly shifted footing, then leaped from a standing position to a damaged building. The building toppled as he used it as a stepping point to lunge for the source of those other beams.

- Infared 19.2