Then he scrambled back as the power bubble began to glow. The streets were still pretty silent - most everyone was either out cold from being Simurghed, or recovering from that gravity field earlier, and they were in a part of the city that had seen very little action since the very beginning of the fight.
Looking back at the Simurgh to confirm that it was still pointing, he shrugged and carried the crazy Tinker over. Hadn't Taylor's notes said it got six shots? The Essence should still be intact. that bubble should still be glowing, shouldn't it? The cat was still perched on the bisected Stun Gun, where he had fallen when all their muscles suddenly stopped working for whatever reason. No, that was just Mister Fluffles hissing at some unfortunate bastard wearing ABB colors - dude must have gotten caught in the grav field at exactly the wrong second, he was out cold on the curb next to a puddle of blood and some teeth. for any reason, really, but experience said they normally wanted to see the look on your face. Generally, if they pointed you at something without any further explanation, it was.
Well, he had dealt with treacherous mind-controlling women in the past. It was pointing at something off to the side - back in the direction he had left Mister Fluffles, actually, which was worrying in a vague sort of way. One of the wings had apparently moved while he wasn't paying attention. Looking a little closer at the shiny reflective steel half-dome, Reflex sighed. Wasn't like he could heft more than the couple of pieces he had grabbed of her armor either. Yeah, he wasn't going to try and wrench that thing out - leaving the possibly-radioactive, incredibly hot shining pink crystal thingy where it was probably couldn't hurt worse than burning his hand trying to knock it out. It was a lot shinier than any other metal he had seen come out of the magic forge, and the 'core'. He had dealt with that enough back home.Ĭrouching down to heft the unconscious Tinker over his shoulder - that wrist was not a clean separation, but he had a medical kit in the truck - Reflex took a second to inspect the shield that she had set up during her Idiot Attack, resolutely ignoring the smell of charred flesh and molten steel (she was breathing, it'd work out). Or singing, which was probably a lot more important - the 'happy' feeling that had been beating against his skull earlier was annoying enough without testing his Master resistance against the world's most powerful trying to rewire his brain. Less complicated was Endbringer=Bad, which brought him back to his initial point whatever the dumbass had done to the Bird Bitch, she wasn't moving. Or that one time the mold had tried to kill them all. Even more bad considering that the Simurgh was right there, even if the Endbringer was currently an immobile ball of wings, emitting a faint mist that smelled sort of like a construction site. Reflex was not happy about being involved in them, and even less happy when his gut roiled in horrible discomfort as he again considered the consequences of his not being involved.įor starters, the crazy Tinker he had signed on with would be unconscious in the middle of the goddamn city, alone. The last five, six minutes had been absolutely brutal. Hey guys we're pretty much done with the introduction set.
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