I can’t keep track of this guy.
He’s rather… tricksy.
Clockblocker looked around to survey the situation. His group was sandwiched between the Travelers, now.
Welp. That’s probably something Trickster’s been deliberately arranging.
On one side, Sundancer and Ballistic crouched in the far corner of the building. Trickster and Genesis stood on the other side, atop the rubble that spilled across the building’s entrance and onto the flooded street.
Genesis inhaled, chest expanding, and Weld was the first to react, stomping one foot hard into the rubble underfoot, using his foot to raise a large, ragged piece of plywood.
Hm.
With his hands, he forced the large wooden board into a standing position, placing it between himself and Genesis. Kid Win, Flechette and Vista wheeled on Ballistic and Sundancer.
So does that mean he’s using the board as a shield…?
Weld’s piece of plywood served to block the worst of whatever it was that Genesis exhaled. From what Clockblocker could see around the plywood, it was a dark, gray-black vapor.
So wait, wasn’t Genesis’ ability a sort of illusion? In other words, is there even something real there to block?
Wisps billowed around the edge of the board and drifted their way – it had a bitter smell and taste, like ashes mixed with something foul. Even inhaling a trace of it through the air holes of his mask forced barking coughs from his lungs.
Real enough to cause a reaction, I guess.
His teammates seemed to be in rougher shape, Vista falling to her hands and knees. The changer’s exhalation hadn’t even reached them directly.
Hm, strange. Did Genesis get ahead of herself in stimulating reactions to match the visuals?
So, that’s what a changer nine brings to the table. Different forms, each with their own powers.
That’s a reasonable assumption.
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