What if this is one of the Slaughterhouse Nine? That would be quite the twist to this chapter.
If it is, I guess it’d be Burnscar, since the dry hair seems potentially indicative of heat-based powers.
What if this is one of the Slaughterhouse Nine? That would be quite the twist to this chapter.
If it is, I guess it’d be Burnscar, since the dry hair seems potentially indicative of heat-based powers.
She used the momentary reprieve this granted her to fly straight for the man who’d shot at Angelica, who lay in a heap on the ground.
I do sort of root for the New Wavers, as far as getting the wounded to Panacea goes. There’s something about reading from a character’s perspective that naturally skews which one you’re going to side with most of the time, though. Besides, Bitch has been arguably a protagonist for a long time.
So it’s hard to really pick a side here, even though one of the sides is almost indisputably morally in the right.
She stopped mid-flight.
Uh… why? Dogs guarding the target?
A woman stood over the man’s mangled body, her long hair blowing slightly in the wind.
Oh, hello.
This isn’t Panacea, right? Bitch would recognize her, probably. Though not as easily as Taylor would, I guess. She also probably wouldn’t describe Panacea as a “woman”.
Which seemed wrong. With the light rain, her hair should have been wetter.
This woman’s trigger event was having to go outside in a storm immediately after a visit to the hair stylist, and the Dandelions helpfully gave her the POWER TO HAVE DRY HAIR!!

Glory Girl caught Roxy around the snout as the dog lunged for her, and threw her down at Lucy.
My mental images get weird when the names cause me to picture the dogs as other fictional characters. In this case, Glory Girl grabbed

this great gal by the nose and threw her down at

this asshole on the right.
(I think I liked it better when the name Lucy just reminded me of my friend.)
“Run!” Brandish called out her response. She was facing much the same situation, unable to attack with the relentless pressure the dogs were putting on her.
Huh. I was ready to comment on Glory Girl having backup, but it actually seems like Bitch has already won.
Question is whether she’ll leave it at that.
Instead, she changed herself into that ball form where she couldn’t be touched or hurt, flying away with every hit she took, or controlling the direction so she could make her way for an escape route.
This is a fairly impractical type of invulnerability. Sure, she can’t be hurt like this, but there’s not a lot she can do either, is there?
Apparently she has some control, at least.
She managed to find enough pause to lash out at one dog and shout, “Get the wounded!”
Oh yeah, that’s still their main priority here, getting the wounded back to Panacea. Which I think Bitch doesn’t want them to do, because she sees the wounds as rightful punishment.
As the three dogs barreled toward her, she used her power. She felt it extend outward like a vibration from deep inside her. She felt that power shudder and reverberate, as if to let her know it was making contact with them. She could see the effect.
Nice.
Could see them grow larger, see bone and muscle swell and shift.
Unlike powers like Taylor’s, Lisa’s, Alec’s or Coil’s, this power doesn’t really have that much of an active psychological feedback on use, but it’s still neat to see how it feels to use it.
“Attack!”
In moments, Glory Girl was contending with four dogs.
Forcefield or no, this is going to be troublesome.
Angelica advanced implacably, Bitch following at a walking pace. The other three were attacking from every direction, cutting off escape routes, leaping onto the side of the building, leaping down, running behind her, or flanking her from the sides.
This is badass. You can tell she’s in control.
“Mom!” Glory Girl shouted, a note of panic in her voice.
And Glory Girl isn’t.
The heroine went for Bitch, who had only Angelica at her side. Angelica positioned herself between enemy and master, and Glory Girl hit the dog broadside.
Seriously, no one listens.
Angelica barely reacted, turning instead to snap at Glory Girl. Her teeth rebounded off the heroine’s outstretched arm, and Glory Girl darted backward, to hover in the air.
Incredible jaw force versus forcefield. Looks like the forcefield wins, at least for now.
Catching her breath? Watching the situation?
Giving her forcefield time to regenerate? It sounded like that happens fairly quickly in Agitation, though.
That wasn’t how you were supposed to fight. Bitch whistled hard, then shouted, “Magic, Lucy, Roxy! Come!”
I mean, not throwing everything you’ve got at the opponent at every moment can be a valid strategy.
Alright, time to return to the hound, the angel and Samus!
Looks like there’s still quite a bit left of the chapter – more than the current position of the scrollbar would normally imply – so I’ll stop here and pick this back up on Monday. See you then!
Glory Girl was flying over the stampeding dogs, a cell phone pressed to her ear, in Bitch’s general direction.
I read this as the cell phone being pressed to Glory Girl’s ear in Bitch’s general direction at first.
Ink and Bruno leaped to the side of a building and then leaped from that point toward Glory Girl.
Nice.
Glory Girl should know that flying doesn’t necessarily help you that much against the hellhounds. I mean, she was present at the bank robbery… then again, if she was paying enough attention to notice the coddamn cape battle happening in front of the bank she was on top of, maybe she should have gotten involved earlier.
She struck Socks across the head, sending him flying to the ground, and Bruno slammed into her, knocking the phone from her grip.
Don’t hurt the doggos!
She brought her knee up into the dog’s side and pushed herself away before he could drive her down into the ground.
Not bad, though.
After being ambushed and taken captive by the ABB, she’d learned her lesson. Hit first, assess the situation later.
…
You do you.
Heh, this is about as anti-Taylor as it can get.
Besides, what was she going to do? Talk to them?
Yes? Except that might not turn out well given Rachel’s social skills.
You know what, maybe she’s right. This might genuinely be her best bet. I mean, attempting to flee wouldn’t help much, and after fighting, talking and that, the only remaining option would be to stand there wordlessly like an idiot.
Brandish flicked her hands out, and beams of light drew into vague sword shapes.
Oooh, summoning light weapons! Cool!
Finally her name makes sense. It’s what she does with the weapons, she brandishes them.
As the dogs stampeded towards her she flicked them out to double the length.
Nice.
They drew closer, almost reaching her, and she reconsidered, banishing the weapons to condense herself into a beachball-sized ball of orange-yellow light.
Uh.
Hi, Samus?
The dogs hit her, there was a spray of sparks, and the ball was sent careening down the street and through the wall of a building.
Bye, Samus.