Carrying the truck, Siberian headed for the storm drains anyways, tearing through the piles of debris. Legend unloaded on the entire street, collapsing them around her. Some of my bugs descended with the pieces of the shattered street, and they could feel the warmth of the outside air mingling with the cold, stagnant air of the storm drains. He’d exposed her.
Nice work, dude.
I’d seen Legend go all out, and this wasn’t it. Why was he holding back?
Civilians?
Granted, there was little point in hitting Siberian with everything he had, and it was easily possible that trying to drill a hole in the ground around her could theoretically give her the chance to escape, if she found some underground cavern or tunnel, but it could just as easily drown her.
I doubt the monochrome can drown, but the real body sure can.
So long as she had the truck, Siberian had to stay places where there was oxygen. She couldn’t, I was assuming, dive beneath the water and make her escape from there. Legend seemed to be going out of his way to keep her aboveground and exposed, attacking only when he had to.
Maybe it’s so she doesn’t burrow, but that too ought to be more difficult with the truck.
He was conserving his strength. As much as both he and Siberian were powerhouses with more offensive capability than ninety-nine percent of people on the planet, this was a strategic battle.
Ahh… for what?
It was easily possible he was planning to keep this up for hours, harrying her, keeping her from getting her feet under her.
…now if that ain’t karmic, heh.
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