Greg didn't hear them, but he didn't give a damn about it. His whole life had been focused on one thing right now that is, making Agatha pay.
He wanted to hurt her and help her see what she had taken from him. He sped up weapons than should have been possible, and each one was deadlier than the last. He then threw them at the three Calamities with mechanical precision.
The constructs tried to fight back by firing their projectiles, but Greg made shields in the air to stop them. He created walls that collapsed as soon as they were no longer needed. He wove a web of animated metal around himself that moved with his thoughts and protected him while he focused only on offense.
"Stop, Greg!" Lylia's voice stood out in the noise. "This isn't you! You don't make weapons! That's your whole philosophy!"
"Fuck that philosophy!" Greg's voice was still flat and dead. "Hilda is dead."
