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I’m doing that again!And it wasn’t all he did again.Constructs came in between blast after blast, green filling the sky as best as Orin could as he brought his all into the fight. He knew his ‘all’ could use some work, though; at least in quality if not quantity.Or potency, honestly.It was a simple fact of the situation he was in that Orin knew his constructs were still pretty simple and, being honest, they were also kind of uncooked too.Hell, more chopped than cooked, and definitely nowhere close to cracked.Despite all that, they worked just fine and did the job anyway.A hand the size of a metro cart surged out of his ring, four blocky fingers dragging themselves down the length of another oversized alien ship until the thing was in two separate pieces. A boot snapped around his right leg, flat-toed and oversized to the point it just looked funny.That still didn’t stop him from punting a gray craft clear into the desert and out of his way, a swarm of rectangular green blocks erupting into mid-air right after that to catch another hail of flaming wreckage. The debris slid off them to join the craft from a few seconds ago in a patch of dead desert instead of their former trajectory towards the city.He flared a shield in front of him, green plate spinning as a beam of something — plasma, laser or who knew what — reflected off and made another alien ship pay for the damage. “You’re getting good at this, man.”“Are you talking to yourself?”Stark’s voice sounded out through his earpiece again, the billionaire halfway across the sky and still fighting just as hard as he was. “...and if I was?”

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