Thermal Reserve

A dark slate slab caught the midday sun, radiating heat like cooled magma. I stalked into the glare, claws grinding into the grit. No battle here. I lowered my heavy bulk, pressing my chest scar and thick belly flat against the scorching stone. A fierce surge of thermal energy pulsed straight into my armored core. My tail coiled across the warm perimeter. Grrr. Jaws slightly parted, I held the high ground in silence. A titan does not merely fight; it recharges before the next strike.