I wondered if she was one of the capes that thought of what she did as being ‘magic’. Her power was esoteric enough.
Ooh, like Ebony might be.
A slash of Leviathan’s tail brought down two of the stuffed entities, and Hookwolf tackled him to ensure the Endbringer didn’t get a moment’s respite.
That damn tail. Real shame Armsy didn’t manage to cut through it, seriously.
Leviathan caught Hookwolf around the middle with his tail, flecks of blood and flesh spraying from the tail as it circled Hookwolf’s body of skirring, whisking blades. Leviathan hurled Hookwolf away.
Ah, yeah, Hookwolf isn’t someone you hold on to very long.
Browbeat saw an opening, stepped in to pound Leviathan in the stomach, strike him in the knee Armsmaster had injured. Leviathan, arms caught by Parian’s octopus and goat, raised one foot, caught Browbeat around the throat with his clawed toes, and then stomped down sharply.
Browbeat down, BW-8.
Ouch. It was a good try.
Leviathan leaned back hard, making Parian’s creations stumble as they maintained their grip, then heaved them forward. The ‘octopus’ remanied latched on, but the ‘goat’ was sent through the air, a projectile that flew straight for Parian.
Uh oh!
Hm. I suppose if it’s actually a form of telekinesis, she has to actively keep it up. If it’s more of an actual breath of life, making the stuffed animals autonomous golems serving Parian, they might keep going even if Parian herself is knocked out.
Her creation deflated in mid air, but the piles of cloth that it was made of were heavy, and she was swamped by the mass of fabric. Leviathan darted forward, held only by her octopus, and the afterimage rushed forward to slam into that pile of cloth.
Shit. I think I know what the next line is.
Parian down, BW-8.
That was the second option.
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