A stab of pain from my arm reminded me I was hurt. Fuck, it hurt a lot. It throbbed, and each throb seemed to be worse than the last. I felt shaky as I used my good arm to stand.
Leviathan didn’t make noise. I kept expecting a roar, or hiss, or something, but Leviathan was dead silent. I somehow imagined a victorious howl as he broke through the barrier, crouched, and lunged into the crowd.
Ah, yeah… I guess that’s what happens when he doesn’t have a mouth.
He stopped, and I thought he was using his afterimage, halting so it could rush forward, but even the watery echo stopped a second after it appeared, only the very edges of it continuing forward to crash violently against the sides of the alley.
Huh.
For several long heartbeats, it was nearly quiet, but for the sound of rain, people’s noises of pain, mine included, and the sound of one of Kaiser’s iron columns ripping free of the wall and falling atop a pile of blades.
So, uh. You good there, Leviathan?
How’s your day?
Want some, uh, tea?
It took me a second to realize what had happened. Leviathan hung frozen mid-pounce, and his emerging afterimage similarly stood there, frozen in time.
Oh shit, did he forget about the time bubble? Or does someone in the crowd have a time– CLOCKBLOCKER
Clockblocker, you beautiful bastard! Good job!
In the midst of the afterimage was Clockblocker, half-immersed in water.
…well, that’s probably not the best place to be once the effect of this wears off. I think this might count as a heroic sacrifice.
Just, one with a delay.
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