I heaved another breath of air into the lungs of the fat man, he sputtered, coughed up a mouthful of dark water. I knew I was supposed to follow up on the CPR, but there was no way I could move or roll this guy.
Hm… I wonder if this is Chubster, and if his power actually involves his size.
Unable to do anything but wait and see if he recovered, I raised my head to watch the continuing battle, feeling just a touch dizzy.
The ranged attack continued. Miss Militia had a bazooka as long as she was tall, and was firing a series of warheads into Leviathan. She wasn’t reloading, either. Between shots, the weapon crackled with energy, fresh ammunition loaded into the chamber by her power. One projectile fired off each second.
Niice.
So her power is able to conjure up ammunition for her psychic weapon, whatever she chooses it to be, that probably isn’t also part of her psyche.
There was the girl with the crossbow, who had been with Shadow Stalker. She had a teammate next to her, handing her the needle-like bolts from a quiver, was loading them into the large crossbow and firing them as fast as she was able. More than any other attack, the bolts were stabbing deep into Leviathan.
Interesting… I wonder if his tough skin is porous. Maybe he’s like a really hard sponge up close.
The attacks were actually having an effect. He was on the defensive, now, and he was hurting.
We’re winning, I thought.
It could look like that, but I really don’t trust that “I thought” right there, or the fact that we’re less than two chapters into the fight.
A flash to my left caught my eye.
It was my armband. The screen was ringed by a square of yellow, a yellow triangle with a black exclamation mark pointing in Leviathan’s general direction.
Uh-oh. Is that the alert for the wave we saw from Tattle’s perspective?
People were shouting. Screaming, Narwhal was moving forcefields up in between us and Leviathan, other forcefields were going up.
Gotta stop the sploosh.
“To me!” someone near me shouted. I turned to look, saw Shielder from New Wave.
Tidal Wave.
Quick, get Shielded!
The fat man’s eyes weren’t even open, he moved too slowly as I shook him.
There was no helping it.
…welp. No CPR is gonna help this guy anymore.
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