A thirty story skyscraper tipped over and crashed to the ground in the distance. The rumbling crash of the building’s collapse seemed delayed in getting to us.
Far enough away for the speed of sound to matter, or the sound being affected somehow by one of Bakuda’s bombs? You choose!
(I’m leaning heavily towards the former.)
…also fucking thirty stories and it isn’t even a building Taylor feels the need to name. I know that’s not much compared to some buildings over there in the States but that’s super tall compared to anything near me.
I could see Legend, more through the flashes of his lasers than anything else, but everyone else was out of sight, specks I couldn’t have made out if they weren’t on the ground.
Clearly they’ve got some distance on the chaos here.
“If we’re lucky, we won’t have to worry about Bonesaw’s plot,” Trickster said.
How so? Do you mean if the heroes manage to finish off the Nine here?
Not gonna happen.
“Plan for the worst,” Grue replied, staring into the distance, “If you’re right, you’re prepared. If you’re wrong, you’re pleasantly surprised.”
Yeah, that’s fair enough. And very character-appropriate.
“Heard that one before,” Imp commented.
Hah.
“Still true,” Grue replied, sounding annoyed.
“Can’t plan for this,” I said. “I’m growing to hate tinkers. People with enhanced senses and tinkers. And fire manipulators. Sorry, Sundancer.”
Hehe, yeah, those groups do keep giving Taylor trouble in various forms.
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