A glass cannon. She literally shoots glass. Wildbow loves playing with tropes.
Hehe, clearly 😛
In retrospect, maybe I should’ve seen this coming after the Girlfriend in Canada.
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He couldn’t speak to answer her, and only climbed the building’s face. He was three-quarters of the way up when she leaped down, soaring toward the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. Always keeping her distance.
Heh, frustrating, isn’t it?
A gale caught her, and her lateral movement stopped. As wind twisted around her, she was driven down into the street, hard.
Ouch.
Stormtiger to the rescue?
Hookwolf would have laughed if he could. He looked at his headquarters and saw Stormtiger crouching by the front door, clutching a blood-soaked rag to his throat. Stormtiger wouldn’t interfere where it counted, but he would give Hookwolf the opportunity to confront his opponent.
Nice. Seems like he knows his boss well.
He adjusted his position and fell to the street next to Shatterbird. She held one leg while laying on her back. She’d fallen badly.
Hm, I guess with a power centered on glass, it’s thematically appropriate if she can’t take much in terms of hits.
The best part is that considering her massive offensive ability, that makes her officially a Glass Cannon.
“I think I get it,” I told her. I looked at Bullet, who had stopped running and was sitting in the middle of the field, watching others run. “Do they all have stories like that?”
“Most.”
“Damn,” I felt a pang of sympathy for the animals.
Yeah, this place isn’t one filled with happy stories.
The herd of dogs returned to me, and a shaggy dog dropped the ball at my feet.
The phrase “shaggy dog” honestly just makes me think of the tropes “Shaggy Dog Story” and “Shoot the Shaggy Dog”… neither of which I hope we’ll be encountering here.
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“Good dog,” I told it. I threw the ball, aiming to get it near Bullet, and the herd of dogs rushed off again, with more than a few excited barks.
Bitch and I weren’t conversing, but neither of us were conversation people. I was too socially clumsy to maintain small talk for any length of time, and Bitch was… well, she was Bitch.
Yeah, this is to be expected.
So we sat, minutes passed between each exchange of dialogue, and it somehow didn’t bother me. It was letting me pick and choose what I was talking about very carefully.
Sometimes it’s nice to have this kind of friend. It might be what ultimately makes Rachel more positive towards Taylor, too.
“It’s too bad dogs can’t have trigger events,” Bitch mused aloud. “If they did, some people might think twice.”
Well…
huh.
That would make for quite the chaos, now wouldn’t it. Imagine it – a whole bunch of abused dogs suddenly going wild with parapowers of their own! You’ve got flying dogs, dogs that can shoot lasers around corners, hyperintelligent Tinker dogs, dogs that can cause explosions without actually blowing anything up, dogs that can turn other humans into demons…
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