Not taking my eyes off him, I used my bugs and my peripheral vision to track the other people in the warehouse. Too many were too hurt to move, and those who could move had backed into corners and to places where they had cover.
Well, at least some of them are a little safer. It’d be better if some of them had dared to help those who couldn’t move, though.
Still, this was his battlefield. He had far too many hostages at his disposal. He was faster than me, stronger, tougher.
And harder and better too.
I was pretty damn sure that his power was as complete a counter to mine as anyone could hope for. Anyone who had paid attention to the news in the past five years knew who he was, what his story was. Mannequin had once been a tinker who specialized in biospheres, terrariums and self-contained ecosystems. A tinker who specialized in sustaining life, sheltering it from outside forces; forces that included water, weather, space… and bugs.
Ah, yes, that too on top of what I was talking about with impacts. This more so, even.