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“It’s big, it’s strong, and we pissed it off.” Ben answered, running a hand through his hair. This really wasn’t going as well as he wanted. The Grimm inside the refinery had been pretty easy to handle, all things considered, but the Manticore was another story. [i]He[/i] couldn’t hit it very hard at all, not without getting closer and getting closer was a really bad idea given that they were in an airship that couldn’t set down until it was dealt with. The people stuck on the ground wouldn’t be able to deal with it themselves, either, and Goodwitch couldn’t strike it down from here. What did they have…

The lightbulb went on when he remembered what he had on his belt. What was on Jack’s, too. He tore the flare gun off his belt, held it up, and pointed to the cockpit. “I know how to deal with it. We had these to direct the airship’s air support if we needed it. We never used them. The ship shouldn’t need them to target the Manticore, not anymore, but we can use them to keep its attention on us.”

“More importantly, our guys and gals on the ground can see it and now to stay out of the way. It’s tough, but I think this ship can hurt it enough to make it leave. At least for a little while, even if it can’t kill the fucker.”