As our footing dropped beneath us, Laserdream reluctantly grabbed at my hand and Parian’s belt, hauled us back up into the air.
Above me, her armband flashed yellow.
Hm? Do we know what that means? I don’t remember that being mentioned in Armsy’s walkthrough.
“Armband!” I called up to her. “Tidal wave?”
“Can’t see unless I drop you,” she responded, over the dull roar of the waves beneath us. With a bit of sarcasm and harshness to her tone, she asked me, “Do you want me to drop you?”
Ah, right, an alert for that kind of thing.
Right, I’d kind of messed with her cousins at the bank robbery. She counted me as an ally, here and now, but she wouldn’t be friendly.
Ah, right. Fair enough.
Myrddin and Eidolon moved from the coast to the ‘lake’ in the upper end of Downtown.
Might as well start thinking about what to name the lake if the city survives. Lake Leviathan? No, sounds too celebratory. How about Lake Heroic, to celebrate all those who helped fight against the threat that created it? Including the villains, though popular history might conveniently forget that detail.
I saw and sensed Leviathan leap from the water like a dolphin cresting the waves, moving no less than two hundred feet in the air, toward the pair, lashing out with his afterimage in every direction.
I didn’t see how it turned out, because Laserdream carried Parian and me away.
At least we haven’t heard any deceaseds or downs from the armband since the sinkhole started.
I could sense the Endbringer through the bugs that had made their way deepest into his wounds, the ones that had found spots where his afterimage couldn’t flush them out each time it manifested. With my power, I could track him beneath the water.
Sweet! Now to make that useful by warning when and where he’s about to breach.
He was moving so fast that it was almost as though he were teleporting, finding the drowning and executing them.
Scalder deceased, BW-8. Cloister deceased, BW-8. The Erudite deceased, BW-8. Frenetic deceased, BW-8. Penitent deceased, BW-9. Smackdown deceased, BX-8. Strider deceased, BW-8
Oof. There they go.