As the three dogs barreled toward her, she used her power. She felt it extend outward like a vibration from deep inside her. She felt that power shudder and reverberate, as if to let her know it was making contact with them. She could see the effect.
Nice.
Could see them grow larger, see bone and muscle swell and shift.
Unlike powers like Taylor’s, Lisa’s, Alec’s or Coil’s, this power doesn’t really have that much of an active psychological feedback on use, but it’s still neat to see how it feels to use it.
“Attack!”
In moments, Glory Girl was contending with four dogs.
Forcefield or no, this is going to be troublesome.
Angelica advanced implacably, Bitch following at a walking pace. The other three were attacking from every direction, cutting off escape routes, leaping onto the side of the building, leaping down, running behind her, or flanking her from the sides.
This is badass. You can tell she’s in control.
“Mom!” Glory Girl shouted, a note of panic in her voice.
And Glory Girl isn’t.
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