Manpower and Brandish charged. They didn’t get two steps before Marquis turned himself into a sea urchin, bone spears no thicker than a needle extending out of every pore, some extending twelve or fifteen feet.
Pfft. Well, that’s certainly a tactic.
Brandish planted her heel on the ground to arrest her forward movement and activated her power. In an instant, her body was condensed into a point, surrounded by a layered, spherical force field. It meant she didn’t fall on her rear end, and she could pick a more appropriate posture as she snapped back into her human shape.
That’s a nice little trick with her morph ball power.
Manpower wasn’t so adroit. He managed to stop himself, slamming one foot through the mahogany floor to give himself something to brace against, but it was too late to keep him from running into the spears of bone.
Shards snapped against his skin and went flying.
Better than them going in, at least.
Lady Photon opened her mouth to shout a warning, but it was too late. Flashbang fell to one knee as a shard bounced off the ground near him, reshaping into a form that could slash across the top of his foot.
Ah, fuck, he doesn’t need to be connected to the pieces to control them, they just need to be his.
Brandish caught only a glimpse of the wound, primarily blood. She didn’t see anything resembling bone, but Marquis apparently did.
Wait, can he control other people’s bones if he has line of sight?
There was a sound like firecrackers going off, and Flashbang screamed.
Yikes. How many bones just broke in there?
The needles retracted. Marquis rolled his shoulders, as if loosening his muscles. “Broke your foot? How clumsy.”
Related to the way I feel about arrogance in fiction, I also have a love/hate relationship with characters who talk like this.
He’s toeing the line.