Tattletale backed up one step, and I took that as my cue to back up three. This guy could hit hard, and none of us was capable of going toe-to-toe with him.
Yeah, this could be an issue.
There was no need to worry, as the lightning gun’s effects added up and Weld collapsed to the ground before he got halfway to us.
Oh. Alright!
Tattletale stopped firing, and I could see that the metal of Weld’s body was glowing with the heat he’d absorbed.
Ahhh, I see. He’s immune to electricity, but he can only take so much heat.
She stepped closer and swung her gun at him, smacking him across the face with the barrel. It stuck, and she swiftly backed up. I wouldn’t have thought he was that hot, that the metal would bond.
Hehe. I wonder if Tattle knew that would happen? It doesn’t sound like it, since she did just lose her weapon.
Weld staggered to his feet and tore the gun away with both hands, leaving a melted mess that extended from his cheekbone to his forehead on one side of his face.
A barely conscious Kid Win, internally: “Aww, I spent so much time on that gun.”
Gun removed, he started reforming his hands into sticks, four feet long, with the ends curved into blunted hooks.
Every so often, we see some parallels between Weld’s power and Hookwolf’s. I kinda like that, honestly.
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