Oberon picked himself up off the floor after the soon-to-be-dust Knight belted him in the face with his rifle's butt. It hurt, but not nearly as much as feeling his body separating at the molecular level.
He licked his lips, tasting the blood that seeped down from the new cut on his head. His newly formed body sucked in the remaining mana from the two barriers, and even the morons surrounding him. Already he could feel them weakening as he grew stronger. He wasn't nearly to full strength, but if he were smart, he'd have enough to deal with these meat-cups.
Oberon saw that they were shouting at him, but he ignored whatever foolish orders they thought he should follow. He counted six guns in total pointed at him. With a simple gesture, they all turned into bouquets of flowers. Titania always loved flowers, and he often missed her.
