Bastion bellowed, “Do it!”

Leviathan lunged, crashed through one barrier, making it shatter like glass, only for another to appear immediately after.  He turned to head our way, was stopped by another.

Nice.

“Fucking do it!” Bastion called out, barely audible.

Oh, that’s not what you wanted them to do.

What was it, then?

The building above him bent and the midsection, unable to support the upper floors, crumbled.  The upper half of the building crashed down atop Leviathan and Bastion.

Oof.

Vista turned, wrapping her arms around the Ward next to her, burying her face in his shoulder.

This girl is twelve. And she’s fighting an Endbringer.

I hope the PRT has some good therapists on hand.

Depart from the rooftops, buildings may come down imminently, my armband announced.

I feel like Tattle would definitely take note of this if she heard it while on the rooftop.

Flying capes left the roof of the building, each carrying someone.  They were still leaving as Leviathan lunged through the side of the building and the forcefields that had been reinforcing the walls.  He tried to retreat, was stalled by more forcefields.  I saw a figure on the far side.  Bastion.  The hero who had been in the news over his racist tirade.

I don’t remember, were we given an idea of Bastion’s power back in 8.1?

*looks back* No, we didn’t. Maybe we’re about to?

I’d like to note that I don’t recall Tattle’s armband saying anything at all in the Interlude. Maybe she forgot to turn it on? Or turned down the volume? Or maybe my memory is just shit.

Myrddin pointed his staff and launched that orb at Leviathan.  It hit harder than anything yet, and the brute was sent flying into the interior of a nearby building.

I’m thinking Myrddin’s power might be generally gathering things up and then firing them out, not just with mist. Kind of similar to Ballistic, except Ballistic has to actually get to the thing he wants to send off, and Myrddin might be limited to non-solids where Ballistic is limited to solids.

“Seal him off!” someone shouted.  Chevalier.  “Make him come back our way!”

So hey, is this the building Tattle is on? Did Myrddin just send Leviathan in her direction?

Forcefields went up around the exterior of the building.

I don’t remember this happening in the Interlude, though, but it’s possible Tattle didn’t see it.

The building itself bulged and warped as Vista exerted her power, thickened the walls, made the middle floors of the building draw together slightly, a slight hourglass shape.

I never knew that building models were held to the same beauty standards as human ones.

I saw her, wet and worn out, one hand raised, shouting something I couldn’t make out at one of the out-of-town Wards.  The Ward was speaking into his armband, replaying some message.

I’m guessing that should be “relaying”?

Whatcha got to say, then?

The water surging around us stopped abruptly, evaporated into a mist in a second.  Swirling, the mist began drifting.

Myrddin, working with Eidolon. They stood in the center of the road, Eidolon turning the water into mist, while Myrddin gathered it.

Ooh!

Myrddin’s wooden stick was held aloft, and the mist was forming a sphere the size of a beachball at one end.

So what’s the technical description of this power? Mist control? Something more general?

Ok, I could almost buy the wizard angle, seeing that.

Hehe.

Leviathan leaped from the roof of a nearby building, landing in the midst of one group that was still reeling from the wave, started tearing through them.

Aaand here we go again.

The armbands remained ominously silent, even as I watched the casualties.

Cod dammit. Did he really just set up a circumstance where the one thing I was certain about regarding Tattletale’s situation might not apply when we get there?

Well played, Wildbow. Well played.

I heaved another breath of air into the lungs of the fat man, he sputtered, coughed up a mouthful of dark water.  I knew I was supposed to follow up on the CPR, but there was no way I could move or roll this guy.

Hm… I wonder if this is Chubster, and if his power actually involves his size.

Unable to do anything but wait and see if he recovered, I raised my head to watch the continuing battle, feeling just a touch dizzy.

The ranged attack continued.  Miss Militia had a bazooka as long as she was tall, and was firing a series of warheads into Leviathan.  She wasn’t reloading, either.  Between shots, the weapon crackled with energy, fresh ammunition loaded into the chamber by her power.  One projectile fired off each second.

Niice.

So her power is able to conjure up ammunition for her psychic weapon, whatever she chooses it to be, that probably isn’t also part of her psyche.

There was the girl with the crossbow, who had been with Shadow Stalker.  She had a teammate next to her, handing her the needle-like bolts from a quiver, was loading them into the large crossbow and firing them as fast as she was able.  More than any other attack, the bolts were stabbing deep into Leviathan.

Interesting… I wonder if his tough skin is porous. Maybe he’s like a really hard sponge up close.

The attacks were actually having an effect.  He was on the defensive, now, and he was hurting.

We’re winning, I thought.

It could look like that, but I really don’t trust that “I thought” right there, or the fact that we’re less than two chapters into the fight.

A flash to my left caught my eye.

It was my armband.  The screen was ringed by a square of yellow, a yellow triangle with a black exclamation mark pointing in Leviathan’s general direction.

Uh-oh. Is that the alert for the wave we saw from Tattle’s perspective?

People were shouting.  Screaming, Narwhal was moving forcefields up in between us and Leviathan, other forcefields were going up.

Gotta stop the sploosh.

“To me!” someone near me shouted.  I turned to look, saw Shielder from New Wave.

Tidal Wave.

Quick, get Shielded!

The fat man’s eyes weren’t even open, he moved too slowly as I shook him.

There was no helping it.

…welp. No CPR is gonna help this guy anymore.

There was a horrendous crash, I looked up, pausing to catch my breath, saw the remains of a car falling apart around Leviathan.

And there’s Ballistic, right on cue.

Another crash, a piece of rubble turning to dust from the speed of the impact.  I couldn’t see through the bodies, but I had an idea of who it was.  Ballistic.

Yep.

A dumpster hit Leviathan in the upper body with the speed of a bullet, and he folded backward, his shoulders hitting the ground while his legs and feet were still held against the ground by a mess of razor blade forcefields.

Nice!

Narwhal sent another forcefield flying into his neck, and it cut as deep as any attack had yet.  Blood spilled down from the opened wound, thick, more like ichor than anything I was used to seeing.

Because of course he can’t have human-like blood either. Though Tattle’s revelation that he was never human kind of makes the extremely unusual biology somewhat less… surprising. It does raise a question about the true origin of the Endbringers, though.

Let’s hope she gets the chance to actually tell someone about that.