Stage II, Chapter XX: Gregory Meister In Action

"The Maya are equipped with a highly advanced radar that allows them to spot people more easier. It's so that they can go about their missions easier." Sabik explained.

"So how does it work? Heat-seeking? Motion scanners? Electromagnetic pulse?" Kenneth began counting the various types of detection radars he knew off the top of his head.

"None of the sort. They have a different type of radar, called a F.E.D, short for Foreign Element Detector. All foreign elements unknown to the Karman are set to be registered by the F.E.D. In this case, it is set to detect mana particles. You may already know this, but for us it's fairly new. The Mana Particles in the air are produced by the planet itself." (Sabik)

"That's true. So anytime we use magic the Maya can instantly detect us?" Aurelia confirmed the statement.

"I'm afraid so. Even earlier, when the portal Miss Maid conjured appeared in the sky, the Maya had already detected it. Now it has become wary of us. You can see how it is constantly going further from us with each leap." (Sabik)

"Yet it's still going in the same direction. I guess our only hope is you then, Sabik." Kenneth petted the Karman's forehead.

"Indeed, Leader. Sabik knows the ins and outs to the ships. My weapon will also prove to be of use in breaking down the ship's interior machinery." Sabik held his glaive tightly in his hand.

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"Sabik here. I am currently on the Maya's trail. I suspect that it will end off somewhere in the middle of the city, towards the Mana power plants. They will most likely begin draining the mana from there." (Sabik)

"Right. We'll head towards the biggest one. We could set up a trap for when the Maya get there."

Meanwhile, in an area considerably far away from the siblings, was a masked individual flying through the night sky.

Without the aid of wings or some piece of equipment, this individual would fly effortlessly, almost as if the wind itself was personally carrying him.

"Spotted one. I'll be engaging on the hand." The voice of Gregory Meister came through the earpiece, it being somewhat muffled due to the mask.

With a burst of mana he took to the skies again, gliding towards his would-be target, the man making subtle adjustments in the wind so as to not cause much resistance.

Eventually, the man was directly above the hand, soaring high above it. Below, the hand was currently in it's "gun" form, and was firing at the nearby buldings. Taking the opportunity to land a sneak attack to potentially kill it, the man disabled his control of the wind, letting himself fall rapidly towards the hand.

Below, the hand was still firing with the gun. Seemingly focused only on wreaking havoc upon the city.

Above it, the masked man would finally reach the hand soon. Gathering mana into his hand, the wind soon began to gather and spiral all around his limb.

What followed was the wind rapidly swirling, like a drill. The speed was far too quick, the makeshift drill steadily rising in temperature.

Planning to add more power into his attack, the man took a box of matches from his pocket. Hastily opening it, he took only a few, before throwing the rest into the ground below.

Taking the matches, he rubbed it on a specially made part of his leggings. Sliding them across the rough part, the matches quickly caught fire.

"Gah! Hot, hot!" He waved the hand holding the matches; he wasn't careful enough and brought them too close to his skin, slightly burning his hand in the process.

Soon he controlled it and grasped the match just far enough that it wouldn't scorch him. Then, bringing the matches to his drill-arm, he dropped it into the spiraling weapon. Upon contact with the drill, it instantly combusted and flames covered the drill.

"Alright! Take this, hand!" Grasping the upper part of his arm, he steadied the drill, before shifting his position slightly in the air to allow him to strike a spot more cleanly.

Then, finally finished, he readied himself... and slammed onto the hand with a ferocious impact!

The sudden, and instant plunge attack caught the hand off guard, giving it almost no time to change to it's shield.

With the impact, came a large crater. The crater was deeper towards the middle, yet it was still about a few meters deep even from the outer layers, indicating just how damaging Gregory's attack was to the area.

And around the edge of the crater, was fire. The fire from the matches had somehow spread all over the area of effect, surrounding, and engulfing the nearby automobiles and buildings in flames.

Plus, the debris. How could we forget about that? The concrete and rocks neary were blasted away by the slam and were sent flying. Soon, the dust was beginning to subside, and everything was clearing up.

"*hack* *wheeze* This mask doesn't even block dust from coming in? What's the point of covering my whole... *wheeze* face other than to change my voice?" Coughing from the inhaled dust, Gregory wheezed on the floor for a short while, focusing on clearing his throat.

After a few minutes, all the blockage in his throat was mostly clear, and he could now speak properly.

Only then did he think to stare at the corpse of the now dying hand. How surprising. It was still alive. Electricity was sparking all over the hand's metallic structure, it making small, abrupt movements.

"You're still alive?" Gathering mana into his hand, he struck the dying machine once more, finally confirming its lifeless body had now been unoperational, meaning death.

"Mistral here... hand number one should be down. I'll be looking for that device soon. Damn portal keeps spawning ships faster than I can kill one." (Gregory)

"It should be somewhere downtown. The energy seems to be coming from an alley somewhere, I just can't pinpoint where exactly. You'll have to look for it yourself, Greg." A voice responds through the earpiece.

"Copy that. I didn't expect killing aliens would turn into dumpster diving for some unknown device..."