Snippet #2458372

Suddenly, the crazy cyborg was standing right in front of Luna, demanding something about attacking some person called Jeremy. Though Michael wasn't sure who this Jeremy person was, he was aware that he was holding a gun and a sword, as though he was going to attack Luna at any moment. And regardless of whoever she attacked, alarm bells were going off in his mind. "Atlanthal! Come here, now!" he shouted, as if to open air.

The magma titan did not disappoint, and the familiar rumble of it moving resounded through the air. Meanwhile, Michael, gripping the claymore with both hands, rushed between the cyborg and the girl who had given him the sword. Shoving the cyborg backwards with his shoulder, and pushing Luna away with his free hand, he raised the claymore in the best defensive posture he could manage at his level of skill and strength. The worst thing he hoped Luna would do to him after this was poke him (as usual), but he was more frightened of what that monstrosity of metal and flesh would try.

"Stop right there!" he commanded, voice unusually steady despite the sweat dripping down the back of his neck. "I don't know what my friend may have done, and I apologize for it. But you are acting equally out of order! Please, put down your weapons, and talk this out!"

But even someone like Michael was prepared to go to more violent measures in this sort of circumstance. For Atlanthal's hands were both upon its lava whips, and it was raising them in the air, poised to swing. And this time, should this crazed more-machine-than-man try and attack Luna, the colossal guardian already had Michael's approval to smite him.