“Shh, pet. I think we understand what you’re saying. Quiet now, unless you think of something important. We need to consider this.”
Yeah, we definitely do.
Well, with a prediction like that, it seems we really need to take out Jack Slash. Holy shit.
Silence reigned for a few long seconds. You could have heard a pin drop.
No shit. This was quite the heavy thing to get dumped on us all of a sudden.
I’m shaken. A little stirred, too. I’d be a subpar vodka martini now.
“His power isn’t all that, I don’t think,” Grue spoke, slowly, as if considering the words as he spoke. “Space warping effect, so any blades he’s holding have an edge that extends a horrendously long distance, all with the optimal force behind the swing.
Interesting. Shaker, then, right?
Swings his knife, cuts through an entire crowd. Doesn’t make sense that he’d be able to murder everyone on Earth.”
The most ridiculous scenario I can think of: Getting hold of a ridiculously sharp blade and cutting through the entire Earth. And even that probably wouldn’t do much to end life on Earth, since the Earth isn’t held together by a force you can just cut through.