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"Stay down," I say, holding Isa back behind the tree that Thyme left us behind.
"I want to help! I might be able to get the scythe out of the tree," Isa says, worriedly.
"Let Thyme handle it," I say, as Thyme immediately tries to punch the dude who was attacking our grandpa, only to be thrown to the ground expertly. The two begin to scuffle, and Thyme of course pulls a knife.
"I told you----He's a Titan do not---nobody listens to a thing I say, I swear," our grandpa says, pulling himself to his feet and limping a little out of their way.
"I am a Titan, with actual powers, abilities, and functioning braincells, you're just a stupid baby monster," the Titan says, flipping Thyme to the ground and somehow holding him there.
"Your ability to insult me and those around you in any given situation is astounding," our grandpa says, not overly concerned.
Thyme flips to his feet and tries to kick the Titan, only to be thrown back to the ground, painfully. Thyme rises slowly, as though labored somehow.
"What's he doing?" Isa asks.
"He can manipulate Gravity," our grandpa says, retreating to stay with us, "Let your brother handle it."
"No, I'm going to help him," I say.
"No the first rule of combat is we do not use ourselves as distractions I have told you this-----and he's not listening."