I had no idea how long it took me to pull myself together. It could have been two minutes, it could have been ten seconds.
Even ten seconds kinda sounds like a lot in this situation.
I managed to climb to my feet. Stumble back toward the carport, staying to the shadows.
Hm. Are you thinking that Leviathan believes he’s successfully gotten rid of you? Or maybe that he didn’t notice you to begin with and attacking the carport was a coincidence?
As I approached the corner of the building, I saw Armsmaster fighting toe to toe with Leviathan, a Halberd in each hand.
Oh, hey there!
Is it sacrifice time already, or…?
One was similar to the one he’d used the night we attacked the fundraiser, capable of unfolding into a grappling hook, the other was simpler, a dull stainless steel from tip to butt end, with no decoration or style to it. The head was surrounded by a strange blur that seemed static, unmoving around the blade and point.
Huh. Some kind of concealment tech to hide what he’s actually doing with the Halberd head?
Leviathan slapped his tail at Armsmaster’s legs, and Armsmaster leaped over it, swiped out with the blurry Halberd.
I suppose they don’t make you head of a Protectorate division if you don’t know how to move effectively in combat.
It carved a chunk out of Leviathan, left a cloud of dust that the rain quickly drove down into the expanse of water beneath them.
Nice!
The Endbringer reared back in pain, and Armsmaster stepped forward, leaped up higher than any normal human could,
Jump boost tech in his boots, I imagine.
and caught Leviathan just above the knee with the Halberd, driving the blade nearly a third of the way to the bone.
So he does have bones, then? It didn’t really sound like it when Tattle examined him, but I suppose her power never said “no skeleton”, and his body does act as though he has one.
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