Leviathan was badly injured. Ichor poured from six large wounds that hadn’t been there when he’d arrived on the street.
Seriously nice work, Armsmaster. Seriously, it seems like this is almost as much as a hundred heroes pulled off in 8.3.
“You dumb brute,” Armsmaster growled. He was panting for breath. “Every fight you’ve done so far, that we’ve got on camera? I’ve watched it, put it through programs. I’ve got a computer on my back that’s relaying to a supernetwork, noting your every move, using subsonic pulses to read every aspect of the street, the surrounding buildings, every feature of the terrain. I know exactly what you’re going to do next – you’re going to try to catch me from behind with a wave.”
Much like Taylor, Armsmaster is a hero who does thorough research, and then adapts. We saw it in Tangle, and we’re seeing it here. The level of badassery he’s showing here thus becomes another reinforcement of the theme of “knowledge is power”.
That said, pride cometh before the fall.
Leviathan lunged, swiped with the oversized claw. Armsmaster rolled to one side, then swung both Halberds behind him to intercept the wave that was coming from behind, vaporize it.
I do wonder if Leviathan has a sense of hearing. If he does, and can understand English, then he’d have reason to switch up his methods after hearing what Armsy just said. Doesn’t seem like he’s doing that just yet, though.
“You don’t even speak English, do you? Or you’d know what I was saying, you’d know I already won.
Looks like Armsmaster is thinking about the same thing.
The others helped, slowing you down, stopping the waves. But this victory, this killing blow? It’s going to be mine.”
Oh yeah, the pride is strong in this one. That’s another death flag for you, pal – you’re up to at least three or four now.
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