Legend snapped his head from the words to us.
“Shit,” Tattletale said. No sooner was the word out of her mouth than Siberian came tearing out of the hole, truck held over her head.
Was Siberian just waiting for something to tip them off to where the Undertravelers were?
A section of the street was torn free and flipped through the air. Legend blasted it out of existence with an indigo flash of light.
I guess that’s indigone.
“Cash!” Legend bellowed the word.
I think you’re misinterpreting that, Taylor. They’ve got someone named Cache.
So is he ordering Cache to go swoop up the Undertravelers to protect them from Siberian?
He began pelting Siberian with lasers. Beams capable of leveling buildings, and she ignored them.
Turns out Siberian isn’t a building.
Cash? I saw the man in the black costume raising his hands. Dark lines began to surround Siberian and the truck, forming complex geometric angles.
Oh, is he capable of containing Siberian with that power?
In the blink of an eye, as Siberian reached the peak of her leap, panes of glossy black material snapped into place between the dark lines. The resulting geometry contracted as if he meant to squish Siberian. It shattered instead.
Yeah, sorry, I think your pokéball just popped open.
She hit the ground in a crouch, holding the truck in one hand, and the man in the black robe staggered, blood gushing from his nose. Legend caught him before he could collapse.
Oof, that seems to have not just failed, but backfired.
Cache. Right. I was dimly aware of him, though I’d never seen his picture.
Siberian charged the heroes, and they cleared out of the way in an instant. The one in power armor -Chariot- slid across the ground with the aid of his jetpack and built-in roller skates.
Let’s see what he can do in a fight!
Legend and the one in red, Glory Girl by process of elimination, took flight. Ursa whatever leaped to one side. They were the mobile group, the group that was able to get here fastest. They’d seen the sun appear, they’d seen it hit, and they’d come to step in.
Ahh, yeah, that makes sense.
Though by their outfits, they were already messing with the other Undertraveler group’s assault on the Nine.
Siberian didn’t stop to engage the enemy. She continued on her course, charging through the ground floor of a building as she swung the truck in a lazy back and forth arc. I could see the roof buckling as vital supports disappeared.
Whoops, there goes another building.