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Enough had happened at the attack on PK-01 that Monolith wasn't going to discuss it unless someone else brought it up first.

And of course, no one did.

After the incident where he damn near killed the cybernetic murderer, Oscar simply tuned everything out. He didn't mean to fight as hard as he did, in fact he wanted to simply incapacitate Peacekeeper and be done with it. But hearing those gunshots and knowing Bolt had to have been hurt, Oscar just... Snapped. He relapsed back into the old mindset that Avalon had programmed him to work with, where he needed to be the only thing still breathing in the end or he had failed somehow. The feeling of that was painful. Monolith tried so hard to be someone different, and yet he nearly murdered someone on their first mission as a team. He counted himself lucky that the others avoided him as they had. He wasn't sure he could face them if they asked about it. When Animal Man trained him and Trask, Monolith used it as an excuse to leave PK behind him. The rhino herd wasn't a particular challenge to him.

The challenge was collateral damage. Monolith was like a sledgehammer, he could hit what he was aiming for with absolute power. And yet, he would but everything else around it as he did. Someone like Trask was more like a surgeon in the application of force, he didn't waste anything. Every move was calculated. Of course, Monolith calculated his attacks as well- He [i]had[/i] to. Even something as minor as stepping on someone's foot as he walked by meant someone would be unable to walk, and holding something meant for normal human hands was a risk when he could shatter anything short of Tenth Metal. Even still, one could be calculated in their application of a rocket launcher, but it was still an explosion. Monolith opted to make his attacks no less profound and aggressive, but more sparse. He did not rush down the rhinos, he grabbed one and hurled it at another like a sack of grain and nothing heavier. Instead of shoulder charging the entire herd at once, he swung a fist at specific points on their chunky bodies, their horns, their legs, or their sides. There was only so much precision one could have with strength like his. But honed precision was better than no precision.

During downtime, he overheard Garfield talking to someone about something.

[color=5499A8]"Is something wrong?"[/color]