“Seems so,” Shatterbird answered, rapidly backing up to maintain some distance from Hookwolf.
Yeeeah, good call. As long as Cricket is canceling Shatterbird out, she’s (presumably) practically powerless, at least if it also covers the movement of glass rather than just the shattering.
“And here I was thinking you’d won the lottery with powers. Incredible range, fine control, devastating force, versatility… and all it takes is the right noise and it all falls apart?”
It really is a pretty damn awesome power!
“Guess the men who bought my power should ask for a refund.”
…oh? Did you get this power from Cauldron? Or conversely, sell “samples” of it for them to develop into a mass-producable form?
If Cauldron is capable of mass-producing powers that are this strong…
That’s pretty scary, honestly.
“No. Not interested in being conned into a game of twenty questions to figure out what you’re talking about. Not giving you a chance to figure a way out.” He punched one of his massive spears at her, and she threw herself to the ground, rolling beneath the impaling weapon.
For the first time, I’m uncertain about whether a Slaughterhouse member will make it to the end of the Interlude.
I mean, she probably will – otherwise we’d have two open spots – but this is the first point where it’s genuinely seemed like one of them might not.
As she stood, she drew a gun from the folds of her glittering dress.
Ah. Good to have backup, I suppose, in case of just this sort of situation.
She fired between Hookwolf’s legs at Cricket, the noise of the shots ringing through the air.
Shit. Good tactic, though – best to attack the one who a) isn’t nearly invulnerable to your weapon, and b) is the one messing with your power.
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