There were other benefits too. He was better at registering and processing light waves, regardless of which state he was in. He could see with perfect clarity up until the point that an obstactle intervened or the atmosphere occluded his vision.
This is the exact opposite of a nearly impossible crack theory that came to mind a few paragraphs ago. That to protect Legend against his own lasers, he turned blind.
Incidentally, lasers and blindness are a bad combination. Just ask the League of Super Redundant Heroes.
If an opponent attacked and struck him, he instinctively transitioned into his energy form for a split second. In that state, he absorbed energy of a variety of kinds, including the kinetic energy that was transferred with a punch or with a bullet. His opponents were forced to whittle him down, each attack only a fraction as effective as it might otherwise be.
So his toughness is a side effect of the flight power’s Required Secondary Power. Are the lasers tied in like this too?
Even then, a share of that small amount of damage was healed a second later as he used the absorbed energy to mend his body. Conversely, his enemies could try to hit him with enough speed and force that even a hundredth of a second of contact was sufficient to take him out of the fight.
Interesting. So many small attacks won’t harm him in the long run, but you can still one-shot him.
Leviathan and Behemoth had managed to land blows of that magnitude.
But still not strong enough to kill, apparently, and the Simurgh is left out, whether that’s because he hasn’t fought her enough times for this to happen at some point or (more likely the intended implication) she’s not strong enough. Which says a hell of a lot about how tough Legend is.
Siberian has as well. He set his jaw and increased his speed a notch.
Oof, yeah, touchy subject.
He traveled over the Atlantic Ocean, moving so fast that the water appeared to be one flat plane.
Damn. Are we going all the way across to Europe in this scene?
His thoughts became a blur, and he was forced to focus on his destination, letting all other thoughts and doubts fall by the wayside.
I’m guessing the UK. London, maybe. Arthur is a very English name.
It was refreshing, in a way, cleansing himself of the responsibilities and the thousands of problems he was forced to handle as the leader of the Protectorate. Still, it always scared him just a little.
I can’t blame him for being a bit disturbed at letting go of his mind, temporarily or otherwise. Even if he’s been doing it for 20 years.
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