There was a horrendous crash, I looked up, pausing to catch my breath, saw the remains of a car falling apart around Leviathan.
And there’s Ballistic, right on cue.
Another crash, a piece of rubble turning to dust from the speed of the impact. I couldn’t see through the bodies, but I had an idea of who it was. Ballistic.
Yep.
A dumpster hit Leviathan in the upper body with the speed of a bullet, and he folded backward, his shoulders hitting the ground while his legs and feet were still held against the ground by a mess of razor blade forcefields.
Nice!
Narwhal sent another forcefield flying into his neck, and it cut as deep as any attack had yet. Blood spilled down from the opened wound, thick, more like ichor than anything I was used to seeing.
Because of course he can’t have human-like blood either. Though Tattle’s revelation that he was never human kind of makes the extremely unusual biology somewhat less… surprising. It does raise a question about the true origin of the Endbringers, though.
Let’s hope she gets the chance to actually tell someone about that.
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