You step forward again in defiance, glaring up at Artem. “Artem! Surrender now! You are no match for us!” Artem responds with another swish of his staff, another gate opens. * ”Oh no! We have to get out of here!” the archer says, stepping back again. * ”Zamorak’s Brew! We’re in for it this time..” the usually confident Mike says, also taking a step back. * ”Men! Pull yourselves together!” you say, eyes on your new opponent. Fifteen feet away, a twenty-foot tall and very deadly Steel Titan walks forward, his long arms swinging at his sides.