Bastion bellowed, “Do it!”
Leviathan lunged, crashed through one barrier, making it shatter like glass, only for another to appear immediately after. He turned to head our way, was stopped by another.
“Fucking do it!” Bastion called out, barely audible.
Oh, that’s not what you wanted them to do.
What was it, then?
The building above him bent and the midsection, unable to support the upper floors, crumbled. The upper half of the building crashed down atop Leviathan and Bastion.
Vista turned, wrapping her arms around the Ward next to her, burying her face in his shoulder.
This girl is twelve. And she’s fighting an Endbringer.
I hope the PRT has some good therapists on hand.