Mannequin was holding his own. The hits that did land seemed to have little effect, as he went limp and bent with them. It seemed he was keeping to the old adage of a supple willow bending in a hurricane that topples a sturdy oak.
Yeah, that sounds like Mannequin’s style.
Even when Battery was moving at super speed, he was quick to take the advantage of a kick that went too high or a sweep aiming to knock his feet out from under him. He ducked beneath the former and hopped over the latter, then using his grappling-hook hands to haul himself a distance away.
In case there was any doubt about the speed of Mannequin’s perception and reflexes. Jeez.
He managed to get close enough to cut down two of Prism’s duplicates, then pointed his hand at her third self, extending a blade from the base of his hand and firing it like a harpoon.
Uh oh.
Battery used up her charge and swept it aside before it could strike home and finish off the heroine.
Good work!
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