"What?! Everything in this world has a weakness!!" Sunny retorted, his voice filled with incredulity.
"That's the truth," Patrick insisted. "If even a High Grand-class weapon can only leave a mark on them, what will?"
The group stood there, staring at Patrick in disbelief, a minute of stunned silence passing between them.
Finally, Sunny broke the quiet again. "Okay, what about their numbers?"
"I don't know. I didn't have the privilege of staying to count," Patrick said dryly.
"They don't move together. One, two, three at times... any more than that, and you can be sure a leader is following a short distance behind."
"A leader?" Sunny's ears perked up. "That means they're different, right?"
"Of course. They are leaders for a reason," Patrick explained.
"You see, all these titans are in rags, like cavemen, if you know what I mean... But the leader I saw was in armor."
"In armor?" Sunny's lips curled into a smirk.
