Cricket reached to her side and picked up a small silver tube. She pressed it to the base of her throat, and her voice came out sounding distorted and digital, “Something’s wrong.”
Hm, what’s up? Did you notice something that gives away the presence of today’s Slaughterhouse member?
“With the fight?” Hookwolf asked, raising one eyebrow.
Cricket opened her mouth and pressed the tube to her throat to reply, but didn’t get a chance. The windows shattered with an explosive force, knocking the majority of the people in the room to the ground.
Shatterbird! 😀
Certainly knows how to make an entrance.
I wonder if her power somehow involves vibrations and Cricket could feel them due to some aspect of her power.
Hookwolf was one of the few to remain standing, though he bent over as shards of glass tore through the layer of skin that covered his metal body.
Ow.
He took a moment to compose himself in the wake of the blast. His ears rang, and he bled from a dozen cuts, but he was more or less fine. His people were not.
Most people don’t have a metal body underneath their skin, so the glass can go deeper.
They groaned and screamed in pain, accompanied by the sound of car alarms going off outside.
Hm. That suggests it’s an area effect, rather than letting her target whatever glass she chooses. Makes sense.
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