The massive spike of glass plummeted from the sky. He knew it was coming, had kept an eye out for it, and timed a leap to coincide with its descent.
Oh. I thought she was going to blow the spike up in mid-air and let the glass rain down on the battlefield, or a larger area. Seems she’s going for something more like a Skrillex storm, though.
No use. It veered unerringly for him, speared into him with enough force that it nearly sheared him in half.
Ah, the tip of the spike is pointing downward! The shape makes a lot more sense now.
Cricket uttered a strangled scream as she got hit by the fallout of glass shards and scraps of metal.
Ouch.
“Stand,” Shatterbird said. Her voice held traces of a British accent, and her body language and the crisp enunciation made her sound imperious, upper class.
Neat, we’ve got a fancy one over here.
“I know you survived.”
Lots of people wouldn’t, but this is a man made of metal, and she knows that. Though Shatterbird did find a good way to get around that – replace her trademark piercing damage with crushing damage.
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