I pulled my knees up against my face and my hands up around the back of my head to shield myself where my mask didn’t have coverage.
Good thinking!
The alarm clock was in the midst of tipping over when Shatterbird used her power.
Oh cod.
Don’t tell me the timing of the tip just made it even more likely to hit Danny.
It was as though the glass broke in response to some invisible tidal wave, caught in the nonexistent ‘water’, carried along, shattering on impacts with surfaces, slashing anything that would cut, piercing deep into any surface soft enough. I could feel it roll past me, south to north.
Huh, interesting. So a quick-thinking team of heroes with radio communication that happened to be spread out in the city could attempt to follow it to find where Shatterbird was when she released her “song”.
Loud.
I suppose it’s gotta be to travel as far as it does. Very loud, even though most people don’t hear it.
The sound seemed to come a second later, like the sonic boom following a jet. I’d halfway expected a boom, but it sounded more like a heavy impact, as loud and powerful as a bullet the size of the moon striking the city, followed by the sound of trillions of glass shards simultaneously falling like rain across the cityscape.
…interesting. Is the wave of glassplosion faster than the sound that unleashes its power?
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