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She didn’t believe me, an unfortunate side effect of not being believable.
A woman screamed. Not the scream of joy one might use when presented with the brand new van of their dreams. The other kind of scream. The torture kind of scream.
At this point, I wasn’t sure who in the building was the most scary. The god of thunder, god of lightning, king of creepy, or the damsel in distress. It sure wasn’t me.
Good news: I am not facing imminent bifurcation.
“Just throwing out a question, and I want an honest and thoughtful response. Peregrine, what the fu--”
Not like his ability to stiff arm gravity made any sense, but he could fly about one hundred pounds like it was a feather.
A little professional lingo for you to impress the ladies.
In the spirit of keeping track of my surroundings -- I’m learning -- I looked around.
Shield was blind and in pain. It was like getting up to bat for t-ball. I spun kicked him into next Tuesday.
A little brown-haired girl, maybe six years old, was running at me. I’m embarrassed to say my first thought was she was some kind of parahuman that could shrink.
He was more surprised than I was. Well, not more surprised, but a near second place with honorable mention.
I launched myself with my patent-pending trademark two boots fly kick right at the guy’s nuts. I’ve fought the solid muscle types before. You can’t be civil, you just can’t be.
