“Stay still!” I snarled at her. When I pressed again, depressing the two buttons with my pinky finger and thumb, she held her arm firm.
I shouted into the armband, “Clockblocker down, CD-6! Need a teleporter to get him free, stat!”
Ooh, a teleporter, good call. The water won’t be in the way if he doesn’t have to be classically moved through the space it’s in!
The time freezing effect of Clockblocker’s power lasted anywhere from thirty seconds to ten minutes. How long had we spent, here, since Clockblocker had given us this momentary reprieve? It was hard to judge the passage of time with the adrenaline, the frenetic pace of the ongoing battle.
In my case, it’s hard to judge the passage of time in general, but that’s my ADD.
Trickster appeared in the place of the blue moon Woman, tipped his hat at me.
Perfect! Now we just need something to put in Clockblocker’s place.
Also, Luna must be so confused. One moment, Taylor’s borrowing her communicator, and suddenly she’s somewhere else…
“Clockblocker, in there,” I pointed with my good hand.
Trickster frowned, looked around.
“I apologize for desecrating your body, brave hero,” he spoke, looking down at where the cape with the trumpet icon on his chest had flopped, dead. “You do good work even in death.”
I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that there are lots of non-living objects the size and mass of a human body lying around.
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