"ENEMY ONBOARD!" Thorny Gold roared, unsheathing—or rather, pulling—a harpoon from his back.
He stomped down once, counterbalancing the sway Sylas had forced into the fishing boat and launching it forward like a javelin.
It shot ahead even faster than what the firing units had managed to send, appearing before Sylas in a blink that nearly split his forehead in two.
However, at the last second, it curled up and into the skies, Sylas' telekinesis locking onto it.
No Aether protected it, and no Will. Against a projectile like that, with the new strength of Sylas' telekinesis, while stopping it dead in its tracks was impossible, forcing it to veer off course when Lust and Gluttony were both active was a walk in the park.
The harpoon was sent flying into the air directly, and Sylas had already closed the distance between himself and Thorny Gold.
