Weld pushed hard against the flaming hulk of the car, attempting to make room to free himself, but another car sailed through the air to land on top of Cache and Weld.
Shouldn’t the first car be stuck to his body anyway? And to his hands as well, now? At least if I understood Weld’s state of dress correctly.
Maybe the polish helps.
While Weld hacked at the cars, shearing through the undercarriage to make for pieces that were smaller to move, Mannequin began moving through the parking lot, pushing at more cars to get them closer to Weld and his teammates. A minivan, a sedan, a pickup, pushed into Weld’s immediate surroundings.
He’s almost swimming in cars at this point… this must be what they call a carpool.
There was no swagger, no monologue, nothing from Mannequin but the methodical execution of his simple plan. He approached the front of the pickup, tore off the hood and grabbed the engine block with all four arms. Again, the billowing vapor and that explosive strength, as he brought it over his head and down on top of the second car he’d thrown, stacking them two high.
Hmm. This vapor… a byproduct of whatever he’s added that makes him so strong? Maybe something that can be used against him.
He crouched beneath the sedan and prepared to launch it as he had with the first two cars.
Poor Weld is going to come back to the Wards HQ struggling to carry like five cars that are stuck to his body.
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