I glanced at Grue. He was tense, rigid enough that I could see his stillness through the darkness. Anything I’d say to him would hurt more than it helped.
Ah, yeah, I can’t imagine he’s too happy about another assault like this, after how the last few went for him.
I turned my attention back to Amy and Siberian, looking through the binoculars. Instead of addressing Grue, I told Sundancer, “Nothing we can do. But I think Siberian is going to-”
Bite a finger off?
As if she’d heard, Siberian closed her mouth. Amy recoiled with her whole body, pulling away, and Siberian let her go, giving her a little push.
“Go, try again!”
Also Siberian is one of very few parahumans who could get away with this. It’d be so easy for Amy to fuck Siberian up as they went for the finger if not for Siberian being immune to powers.
(Which presumably only applies to the monochrome body.)
As her quarry stumbled and started to run, Siberian simply stood there, waiting.
So, how high do they count?
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