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Wasn't there a question as advised? And this is going to be one long episode. What? Stay calm.
You know the procedure. Continue to the show, put in an ordered manner. And get the fuck out of my way, I'm not gonna get kept out of shelter by scum like you! You're not allowed to bring your shit with you, Jackass!
These are all my Grandmother! Goddamn it, boys, why here, why now? You need to go back, I'll have fluff you, boy! I'm sorry, sit out of here, people!
Don't wait, I'm back, ya pig! The crush of bodies was a tide that tattletale and I had to push through. Even our costumes didn't give people much pause or reason to give a space. The giant robot was glued up for tattletale to pull me forward to follow it.
Dragon in a mechanical suit that was as large as two PRT vans put together. She was facing the water, unmoving like a gargoyle standing guard. I saw what she was watching. A storm caught in the distance.
It hung over the water with an opaque curtain of rain descending down from it. And it was gradually getting closer. A half dozen people appeared in the center of the empty lot. When I saw who they were, I was awestruck.
That wasn't hyperply or whatever. I was using the word awestruck in the original zero embellishment sense of the word. Alexandria. She was everything that made you think super heroine, athletic, tall, muscular, but still feminine.
Her entourage followed. Yay! Teenagers this time. The brighter colors of their costumes led me to suspect they were heroes.
Leaving them as a boy with metal skin. He offered me a tight smile. Empire 88 was here. I saw Hook Wolf without cricket or storm tiger.
He glared at a tattletale and I. The travelers were all present, the only other local team of villains to show. Footland screw was absent and I couldn't help but note that Coyle wasn't around. Sundancer glanced at me, then seemed to go out of her way to avoid looking at me again.
It seemed she wasn't so willing to look past the fact that I carved out Long's eyes. The local heroes were present in force. A large group of 15 or so other teenagers were gathered and talking amongst themselves. I was assuming they were all awards from at least three different cities.
Hey, you guys ready for some serious action? Is that really the way you want to put it? Well, give me the alternative being, hey, ready for a swift horrible soggy death? I'm a kid run on this one.
I could see Glory Girl and Gallant standing together. She was holding his hand. Panaseo was sitting backwards on a chair just beside where Glory Girl stood. She glared at the two of us, though the look was mainly directed at tattletale.
The rest of me wave had pulled the folding chairs into a rough circle so they could sit while they talked to a bit of a huddle. The protector at worst present and it wasn't just the locals but the big times. Arms faster with not one but two halberds connected to his back was having a quiet conversation with Miss Malisha and Legend, the flying artillery hero which all other strove to match up to. I glanced past Mierden, the wizard pure parahuman shovelier, and gleaming armor, carrying his cannonblade and bastion, apparently trying to save his image from the racial tirades made earlier in the year.
He was studiously ignoring Kaiser, who was standing nearby. It was only at the back corner of the room that I found the third member of the protector at Triumvirate. Idolin, the strongest hero a lot of the men who could use any power imaginable, stared out the window. A scattered few independent heroes and villains were around as well.
The rogue artist Parahuman Parion, the child prodigy villain Bambina, Haven, the Christian team from the bible left, and two teams with corporate sponsorship that were being very careful to not interact with one another. Parion was rescued by one of the out-of-town wards, a girl with a quiver of what looked like giant needles in a massive crossbow. Hey guys, sorry we're late. Grum and Regent glanced my way, then turned their attention to Tattletail.
Ignoring me, that really stung. Itch wasn't there. Yet more we're continuing to arrive on Armist Master, Alexandria, and Legend turned away from their conversation and walked up to the front of the room. They didn't in the room quieted and every set of eyes was on them.
A pre-battle speech from Legend. It almost made the laziest, most painful and dangerous situations I put up was since putting on my costume worth it. We owe a great thanks to Dragon and Armist Master for their early alert. We've had time to gather, and that means we have just a few more minutes to prepare in brief for Leviathan's arrival, instead of jumping straight into the fray as we arrive.
With this advantage, some luck, teamwork, and hard effort from everyone, I hold out hope that this could be one of the good days. But you should know your chances going in. Given the statistics from previous encounters with this beast, a good day still means that one in four of the people in this room will probably be dead before the day is done. The primary message I want to convey is even more than riffing you on the particulars of his abilities.
Organizing formations and battle plans is that I don't want you to underestimate Leviathan. I have seen too many good heroes and villains to die because they let their guard down. Leviathan is not the physical powerhouse, but he myth is, nor the cunning manipulator that the Seamirk so often proves to be. That said, I would advise you to think of him as having many strengths of both siblings at once.
He feels pain, he does bleed, but few attacks seem to penetrate deep enough past the surface to seriously harm him. What sets him apart is his focus on water. You're likely aware of his after image, his water echo. At the speeds Leviathan can move, surface tension, complete compressibility makes water harder than concrete.
He is also a crude hydrokinesis, the ability to manipulate water, and there will be water on the battlefield. We believe that this is what lets him move as fast as he does when he is swimming, faster than he is normally far faster than any speedster we have on record. As much as Dragon and Armsmaster's advanced warning might give us the opportunity to make this a good day, other issues threaten to make it just the opposite. I spoke Leviathan as a hydrokinetic.
I cannot state this enough. Leviathan, primarily a hydrokinetic on a macro scale. There is no better illustration than the days where Leviathan won. Newfoundland, May the 9th, 2005, nearly a half million dead.
The Canadian island simply gone after the shelf of land holding it up cracked in the face of what we now understand were incredible pressures beneath the water level. The night of November 2nd and the morning of the 3rd 1999, his sixth appearance, nine and a half million killed when the region was swamped with tidal waves from every direction while Leviathan disrupted pre-arranged evacuation attempts. Nearly three million evacuees rendered homeless, a nation surrendered. These were errors, grave mistakes from defending heroes.
We had but one strategy at the time, to hem him in minimizing the effects of growing waves and casualties until Leviathan was beaten into a retreat, or scion arrived. These areas however were too vulnerable, waiting to let Leviathan build up the strength of his attacks and we lost. We have since classified the locations the end-bringers target as either hard targets or soft targets. The hard battlefields are where we stand our ground, by time, wear him down.
The soft ones are locations where we cannot afford to do this. Rockton Bay, this location is a soft target. The city was originally founded at this location because of the proximity to the coastline of trade routes and an aquafire that provided the first settlers with access to fresh water. This aquafire is our weak point.
For the moment, Leviathan shows himself we expect he will stir and manipulate this underground reservoir to erode the surrounding sand, silt and rock. Add the tidal waves from above with the resulting tremors and impacts. We have to end this fast. First priority, we cannot let him out of our sight.
From the moment the battle is initiated, we hem him in to stay in an offensive onslaught. If we let him slip past our defensive lines, precious time will be wasted getting him in another situation where we can contain his movements. Our second priority is that we need to find ways to hurt him. If you cannot, if your attacks are deflected or prove otherwise useless, work to support those who can.
It is vain to hope to kill him, but he can be whittled down enough that he will flee back into the ocean. This is what the end-bringers are. As of yet, we've been unable to stop them, unable to get through even one confrontation without grievous losses. Be it civilian casualties, the loss of a city, or the loss of the lives of some of the bravest and strongest of us.
And they will keep coming, one after another, winning these small victories and some major ones. The walls are heading out, armed bands of dragons' design. The screen on top of the armed band notes your position as well as the weapons last up at location. The button to the left lets you send messages to everyone else wearing an armed band.
It will not unless you are a member of the protectorator, otherwise a veteran of these fights directly communicate what you say to everyone else wearing an armed band. Dragon has a programmed screening message to cut down on a necessary chatter. If you must bypass a 35 second delay, speak the words hard override before conveying your message. Second button is a pig, using the case of an emergency to alert others if you are in danger or hurt.
If it is not an emergency, but you want assistance, press both buttons. Tell the armed band what you want. Dragon's program will prioritize your needs. The armed band tracks your condition and will automatically send a pig if you are badly injured or unconscious.
Capes, if you hit based and end grinder before, stand now. I watched as the rest of the protectorate, about a third of the out-of-town wards, Bambina, half of a commercially-sponsored Cape Team and the Traveler stood. I couldn't help but notice Armus Master glaring at trickster. When in doubt, follow the orders are the protectorate first.
We are splitting into groups based on your abilities. If you are confident you can take a hit from a viadim and get up afterwards, or if you have the ability to produce expendable combatants, we need you on the front lines. You'll be directed by Alexandria and Dragon. Where's Hellhound?
At least call her by her real name. She's not here. You're not your dogs around enough to know that they aren't that tough. And that means you're implying they're expendable.
Be glad she wasn't around to hear that and figure that out. Oh, thank you, Armus Master and Chevelier will be leading the hand-to-hand combatants who do not fit in Alexandria's group. Anyone who thinks they can harm or hamper Leviathan in close quarters, you'll be assisting in reinforcing the front lines. The boy with the metal skin began to pass through my world.
He handed me an armed band from a bag. The flat squarescreen showed a satellite view of the building we were in and the surrounding parking lot in beach. Stay your name. Skitter.
Now then, force fields, telekinesis, whatever your power, if you can interrupt Leviathan's movements or help reduce the impacts of the waves, you're the backup defense. Best in will direct you. I was all too aware that the size of the group that was still sitting was dwindling, and I had no place to go. Movers, we need flyers, teleporters, runners.
You'll be responding to pings. Rest due to the fall and get them to emergency care, assist any others where needed. Mirden will give you your orders. Long-range detectors with me.
If you fall in more than one category, go with the group where you think you'll be the greatest assistance. Did I count as a long-range detector? No, my power wouldn't hurt Leviathan. I turned a look at those of us who were still seated.
I recognized Grue, Tattletale, Regent, Othella, Victor, Panosian, Kaiser. There were half dozen more who I'd never seen before. People from out of town. Everyone with me, move out.
Layers of force fields went up around the far wall and in front of and behind front windows, and they weren't enough to take a hit. The building rocked with impact. The force fields stood left collapsed and the water began to rush in. Nor while short, the ceiling was some force fields, but I saw other portions being set and beginning to sag, gallons of water pouring through the gaps in the ceiling tiles.
Strider, get us out of here! No! The air was sucked out of my lungs. I was outside.
It was still dark out. It was not either heavy. It wasn't yet, or the storm was enough to obscure it. At the end of the road, down hill was the boardwalk.
Shattered by the initial wave. There he stood. 30 feet tall with his hunched shoulders, neck, and upper torso bearing cords of bustles, and stood out like steel cables. He moved with a sort of blank wood grace as he advanced through his rainwater, plus sweeping against the water surface.
His tail lashed behind him and round him in time with the steps. Galen's water poured around him in the wake of smoothness. This after him had streamed down after him and slashed violently against the water as he waited for him. The hard feature was playing over life and space was broken up by only four crimes.
The green orbs of his eyes flowed with a light of pierce through the rain. His head moved faster than the rest of him, switching from one angle to the next. Get ready! He was passing off at his claws, hands, and beaten up the road beneath the water, running on the surface.
Before he could even breathe, he was already in the middle of us. Pass her down, CD5. Creep down, CD5. WCM deceased, CD5.
Iron Falcon down, CD5. Sorry in down, CD5. So it begins. He's down there, Cattletail.
Yep. He's bigger in person. We are so fucking out of our depth. Everyone is even legend.
Listen, if none of us are dying. Odds are one of us is going to, statistically speaking, as there's only four of us. Bitch isn't here, and skitter's not in the group. If I die, an envelope should arrive in the mail for me, a week or two after I bit in it.
I wrote it. It's got all my passwords and account numbers for the money I've set aside so far. You guys take it. Give some to Taylor if you run into her.
Alright. And if you happen to get yourself killed, we'll make sure I should guess what she needs, just so you know. Steady blood flow from the small wounds, asynchronous movement has blood, but no comprehensive cardiac system, no mouth, no parent ears, non-standard nervous system. Educated.
That says your power doesn't work, so hot on him, Regents. Fuck, no. If I can do something, my power's probably gonna backfire like crazy, and I think that bastard's quick enough that he's not about to fall flat on his face. And I guess your secret weapon isn't going to work either.
It'll take two or three times as long, probably if it worked at all. I'm useless here. Then, use that first aid training crew made us get, and keep an eye out in case your powers are needed. As tougher and invincible as a given Kate might be, most were still hemmed in by the restrictions and boundaries of physics, getting hit by something that weighed nearly nine times would send them flying if it didn't kill them outright.
How much water did it take to displace something as big as Leviathan? However much it was, he created something like three times that amount when he took a single step forward. Sham down, CD5. Condolecents deceased, CD5.
Harsh mistress down, CD5. Resolute deceased, CD5. Low beyond down, CD5. Directing to the wounds as you help.
I do not have mobility powers, I'm not very strong. I do have basic first aid training. I saw a red dot on the map, along with an arrow on the edge of the square screen. As I moved my arm, the arrow adjusted to keep pointing the same way.
It was directing me to near where Leviathan was. Lashing out with tailing claws, he was advancing steadily through the ranks of defenders. Legend fired a cell of lasers at Leviathan, and the beams turned up writing must strike him in precise areas. The left Leviathan's so-the-hot that it splashed a glow to a yellow orange around the areas they struck him.
There was a leg weighed down on one end by a metal boot. Someone in a leather costume land their back, barely conscious, bleeding from a gash that had opened them from the left head to the right shoulder. I couldn't help them in as much as a pain to ignore them, I had to move on. I had to trust that the arm man would direct me to someone I could help.
I found them, some teenage boy with a metallic bird designed to his costume. It makes me CD5. Adam in down, CD5. Leviathan was way too close to me for comfort.
A single leap on his part would disclose the distance to me, but freaking out over it wouldn't help anyone. I could only help if the front line would hold for long enough for me to help this person. What can I do? Black, help me stand.
His left leg was smashed into a pulp from the knee down. I crouched, helped him get his arm over my shoulders, and used my legs to have both of us in a standing position. Chuffed her down, CD5. Good never to see, CD5.
How long to see, CD5. The boy, give him to me. And so began again. I rushed at Leviathan at top speed attempting to knock him down.
The beast charged for it as if to meet me in a head collision. Then stopped abruptly. His echo continued forward with the same momentum he had while sprinting. Breaking through, I caught him around the neck and slammed him down against the road hard enough to cause reparations a mile away.
Whatever advantage I had gained, it didn't last long. Leviathan's tail snaked up and around my neck. He whipped me into the ground beside him, up to a wall, then back down again. This time he held me beneath the water.
Dragon launched the full complement of missiles she had on her Super Four landing on Leviathan's face. The base of her armor soon opened up and began discharging a blue-white plane into him, which spilled off of him and down into the water where they pulled on the road. Leviathan began tearing into dragon, calling away layers of armor with each wipe of his claws, almost untaring us to the liquid that was spilling all over him. A series of explosions and a massive collision marked Dragon firing a full-solve of missiles and then during close-quarters combat with Leviathan.
I hurried to the next target on my armman. It was a woman with a white costume, white hair, and what was probably a scalping on her face. It was hard to tell, not just because of the rain smudging the makeup. Nearly half her face was torn off.
Too happy for me to lift, and I didn't have for stage supplies. I looked up, looked around, some of us manifesting green firewalls in his hands, lobbing them at Leviathan where they exploded violently. Your fire is a radio active, is anything special extra dangerous? No, and combusts if concentrated.
Okay, great, I need to help. Well, boss is a problem, she needs to move on, all right. Give, do that to her face. It's house right off, she's not going to care about burn.
There's nothing close to a clean bandage anywhere here, and she's going to die if we don't stop the blood boss. Looking a little sick, nodded. Read this hand and blame them presses against woman's face. Come on, help me, mother.
I'll stay here, keep an eye on her, you go. Here to help, ma'am. Ten seconds, not bad. The man with the jet pack carried me to a roof of the nearest building.
I voided the capes that were already set up, raining bullets, flames, lasers, and other projectiles down on the python at every opportunity. Dragon ejected, skidded to a stop, 80 feet away, a smaller suit of armor with thin arms and legs, each tapering down to points. The suit dragon had left behind, glowed red, orange, white. There was a massive explosion, five times what had followed when dragon loves to miss out with Leviathan.
The creature was burned all across its body, but it didn't seem otherwise impaired. It was a contingent of lesser heroes that joined the fray now. It was as though the tougher fighters were staggering their attacks to ensure that just the right amount of force was being exerted deep by the mother's heels, taking the maximum amount of damage while being prevented. From taking out too many capes at once.
The armand directed me to someone that was already getting assistance. An obese cape and armor are getting CPR from a man with a princess bride's style mask and a shotgun three times the normal size. When I moved to take over, shotgun Wesley left without a word. Cube down, CD5.
It was my first time giving CPR for real. So much harder than it was in the class on so many levels. Strapping led down, CD5, enter pit down, CD5. Leviathan reeled, lashed his tail, and then lunged back towards those gathered capes.
He was intercepted by three flying capes this time, who harried him with super strength in the case of one hero and oversized battle acts. Dragon act his battle with suit packed with explosive risky. Current suit is inefficient room for arms and legs. Suit unmanned, remotely controlled.
Leviathan, non-standard, cardiac, nervous systems, irregular biology, no standard organs or weak points, no brain, heart or center of operations of the rest of the body. Irregular biology, no vulnerable organs divided into layers, extending down to hyper durable core body, each layer down to sleep, slightly more than twice as durable as previous. Exterior skin is hard, as a lumina alloy, but flexible. Let's move.
Not human, never was. Come on, give me something useful. No vulnerable organs, hyper durable tissues, simple organs exist at core of torso where the highest amount of surrounding tissues, optimal thickness of layer and narrowness of the body part at all levels. Just before our shoulder joint, and upper thighs, just below hip joint.
Finally, he's got weak points, sort of. He'll take the most damage at the arm. I heaved another breath of air into the lungs of the fat man. He sputtered, caught up a mouthful of dark water.
I know I was supposed to follow up on the CPR, but there was no way I could move or roll the sky. The attacks were actually having an effect. Leviathan was on the defensive now, and he was hurting. We're winning.
It was my arm get. The scream was ringing by a screw of yellow, but you're trying to go with a black exclamation mark, pointing in the bison's general direction. Waving coming to me. I turned to look, saw shielded from new wave.
The fat men's eyes weren't even open. He moved too slowly as I shook him. There was no helping it. Force field went up, and being as high as they were, we're out of reach of the tide water, several stories high.
The crash when the wave rolled against the side of the building was enough to knock over nearly everyone on the roof. Structure, building age, strength of wave, building will hold. Hope the people on the ground are as fortunate. I waited until the last second to erect the cerulean bubble around myself.
I caught a glimpse of one cape, a step too slow, getting trapped on the outside. I half second for the wave hit. Crushed against the exterior of the solid light force field by the on rushing waters. For one brief moment, we were submerged, currents running past the bubble, water in front of us to either side behind and above.
I saw a massive dark shape zip past us, then I collapsed. Heavy crackle teeth, please wait. The water surging around us stopped abruptly, evaporated into a mist in just a second. Miridan, working with Edelen, they stood in the center of the road, Edelen turning the water into mist while Miridan gathered it.
Gruden's wooden stick was held aloft, and the mist was forming a sphere the sides of a beach ball at one end. Another problem became immediately clear. Without the interference of the most durable front line combatants, Leviathan was able to move freely. Leviathan landed on the roof, crumbling it.
Two people closest to him were swallowed up as it were disintegrated underfoot. Only a second after he'd landed, the water that followed in his way crashed down on the roof, nearly pushing the office. Several others were crushed. Fuck.
Hadn't Taylor been in a situation like this one we'd met with along? How'd she cope? Right, she had it. We stepped in.
Great. Not even looking at me, Leviathan nailed me with a wave. It took several seconds to realize I was falling. Miridan putting the shaft and watched that all the Leviathan.
It hit harder than anything yet, and the brute was supplying into the interior of a nearby building. Seal him off. Make him come back our way. Force fields went up around the exterior of the building.
The building itself bulged and warped as vista exerted her power, thicken the walls made the middle force of the building brought together slightly. A slight hourglass shape. I saw her wet and worn out. One hand raised.
Depart from the rooftops, buildings may come down eminently. Flying caves left the roof of the building, each carrying someone. They were still leaving as Leviathan lunged through the side of the building, and then the force fields that had been reinforcing the walls. He tried to retreat.
We saw that more force fields. I saw a figure on the far side. Bastion. Do it.
Fuck it. Do it. Bring this thing down. This is determined.
Wrapping her arms around the board next to her and burying her face in his shoulder. Run forward. He's going to work. We're scared to recover.
We cannot let him. Leviathan had more than halved our ranks with a wave. I could see people face time in the water. Others were crumpled off.
But his contorted broken still. Losses ours follows. Divacer, ascendant, gallant, zigzag, prince of blades, videoed her, humble, halo, whirly gate, night, gradient, crusader, ugly mouth, victor, furrow, barker, elegance, quark, pelter, snowflake, mama bear, mister eminent, flashbang, bitter, cloister, narwhal, vixen, cytrojack, geomancer, oh, tattle tail. Tattle tail?
Where'd she been? Were all those people dead? Was tattle tail dead? Why wasn't the arm man directing you to help someone?
Was there no point where a number should reduce and we couldn't afford it already? Leviathan heathed himself out of the building's remains in one motion. He used his tail to pick up and flung them as a broken wood concrete rebar at us. He just threw himself into the cluster to project out, but two caves were struck down by smaller chunks.
A third was pulled in and half by the arc of water from Leviathan's tail. I'm a dude. It's just goodbye. There were scant few in the way of bugs that could navigate in the storm.
Miraging and vanished the water from the wave somehow, but the dumper was making the streets blood vast enough that I didn't trust anything to crawl. No, my power was useless here. Bassard's playing? Leviathan dashed away from us, fast.
Only this skid to a stop and turn the corner of the cover as legend, lady photon, later dream and a half dozen other heroes, open fire from his cast above. Fogg is blocking one roof while Sundancer stood at another. Her superheated orb between her and Leviathan. The remaining caves were divided between the other two possible alleys Leviathan might have moved through and the air above him.
Legend was hammering Leviathan down to the pavement with a series of laser blasts. Finally! Ms. Malisha fired a shot from her grenade launcher, grabbed another grenade with a blinking LED from her vest and loaded in into her gun.
Why? Then I realized, the first shot exploded into a mess of golden sticky ribbon, the second in mid-air near Leviathan's shoulder, leaving the tips of the scales in one gaping, glinting like crystal. As the python moved to recoil, the edges of the crystal separated from his slash and seeped with that dark anchor. Bucket attack.
The third was a modified explosive I recognized. It made Leviathan rear back and the water of the fallen and his wake move slower in that bubble, slowed down with each passing second. Leviathan himself was unaffected and he had one foot and an upper body absent in the bubble to help pull himself free. He raced his leg free of the golden string goop and up out of the sphere, lashed his tail forward to the crowd I was at the back of, catching three people and toying the taper on their arms, legs and necks.
He flipped them into the center of the time distortion bubble where they got caught, unable to make their eyes fast enough to avoid being frozen in time. Yotun deceased, CD6, Dotless deceased, CD6, Alabaster deceased, CD6. Sit down, CD6. I held onto my brother's shoulder as we flew towards Leviathan.
He was climbing the building, trying to get a better vantage point. All the while he'd helted us with attacks. The whip-like tail struck legend and there was a firework display of lights and sparks. In the same movement the tail reached us.
Of course he put up my own weaker shield. Leviathan wrapped his tail around it, bringing us down before the roof as he fell. The shield cracked. There was only one thing I could do.
I broke the forget Leviathan's grip, flying off the last second. Shield her deceased, CD6. Leviathan leaped over the time distortion bubble, landing at the front of the other group. The group I was at the rear of.
Someone stepped up to grab him mid-lunge, some woman I didn't recognize who O'Falle was touching. She was ranking this woman some form of immincibility likely, but it wasn't enough to stop the after image. I was shoved back by the tide of bodies. My arms slammed against the window sill and it exploded with a sharp jarring pain, and landed on my back across the corpse beneath me.
Is Cushion deceased, CD6, held deceased, CD6. I elected a loud squirt of blades from the refuse. It wasn't enough. I changed tactics, cleaned columns of steel instead, hoarded a shatter.
There was no one to emerge, but they bent right and it broke. Leviathan was spotted by pushing. Wordlessly, he brought them down before counting over them. Then, suddenly, he stopped.
I thought he was using his after image, but it didn't appear. It took me a half a second to realize what had happened. In the midst of the after image was clock-blocker, half immersed in water. Someone get him out of there, he's going to suffocate!
Champify, thank you, take it! Use one of those grenades before he gets free! He's vulnerable, he can leave the every single arm? What the fuck?
No, he won't work! It's the arm dance. I couldn't move my arms away, reach over and use the nearby one. Stay still, clock-blocker down, CD6.
He's teleported to get him free stat! The freezing effect is temporary and we don't have much time. Tricks are appeared in the place of a body, tips had at me. Clock-blocker, in there.
I apologize for getting your buddy, brief hero. You did good work, even in death. In a second, the dead capers were placed by an unconscious clock-blocker. A woman in a skeleton costume began using her fingers to check his pulse, and I couldn't help but suspect she was a doctor.
Listen, he's told to all fight line. We'll have precious people left who can take a hit from his creature and survive it. And we're running low on those who can roll off another tidal wave of block his path. We're not going to be able to go on with plan A!
Fine, we split out. Second to speak, he's going to look for a way out, to run and heal up what we've done to him. So we cut him off. We slow him down, and keep him from getting to any areas where he can do real damage.
Otherwise, he's going to leave. Do what he can to minimize the damage from the waves and show the rest of the city. He doesn't get leveled while we're fighting here. The rest of us can get to slow him down, best we can.
Take any opportunities we can to heart this motherfucker. In just a second, we're going to organize you guys for the toughest and strongest closest to this bastard. Spaced out for people who can hurt him. Get the weakest ones positioned to pass onward if they seem to look past us.
This is our plan B. We stall, but here on out, we prioritize survival over putting this abomination down. And we fucking play that's silent notices that there's an end-break around and shows up before the city and everyone in it is a memory. There were little more than 50 of us left, only 15 or so standing in bat is able to go to a total of Leviathan.
Perion had formed some massive stuffed animals, a lion and a pig that stood as tall as the viphen's shoulder. Is that really going to work? Tougher than they look, I hope. I called in the alternator cannon again, manifesting them onto a hovering platform set directly in front of Leviathan.
I'd been given special permission for this one fight, and I'd get anywhere from a few seconds to a minute's worth of concentrated fire. Beyond those first few moments after Leviathan woke up, it would be anyone's guess. I hurried away from the side-arms master I'd indicated to me. My right hand on my left elbow, keeping my arm from moving too much.
It wasn't like there was any weapon I could deploy, no feature of the terrain I could use to deliver the critical blow. This was a python. A creature that I killed more people in the last 12 years than I'd seen in my entire life. I'd been acutely aware of my bugs since the battle started, and for the second time I could remember, I found my power was responding far more effectively as I called for them.
I gathered several swarms, clustering them in areas where it was dry. I think that's the nine swarms into humanish shapes, decoys. I found another hiding place and hoped the swarms would be deceptive enough. I'm lying at the coast, hardening the waves into irregular sheets and glacier-like formations of ice.
Some tinker had used something like this before with an ice engine judging by the fact that they hadn't used the tactic. Again, I got the impression it had turned out really badly. Eat away, it was a delaying tactic. I collected the bugs that could go on the rain and send them towards Leviathan.
The better since I had of any imminent encounters, the better I could react. Van Power deceased, CD6. You just deceased. He was awake again.
Fenya down, CC6. I found them. Fenya and Menya were duking it out with the python. Both were nearly as big as he was.
Fenya deceased, CC6. It wasn't doing them a lot of good. Not Fenya anyway. Kick them down, CC6.
And then Leviathan wasn't you, entering the same street I was on. A massive wave crashed hard against the barrier of ice idle and had erected around the wrecked bull rock. In spite of copious injuries, black blood pouring from everywhere, Leviathan didn't seem to be suffering much. He held Kaiser's upper torso in one claw, tossed it casually to one side.
Wait, what? I hadn't heard a report on Kaiser's death. I checked my armband. It was dead, offline, black screen.
The water that had pulled Charlie beneath the cardboard trickled his way, as if it were moving downhill. The van rolled once, skidding towards the endbringer, threatening to strike one leg out from under him. He stopped a pipe, punching it through the roof, tearing the van in half. A flick of his heel and the rain barrel exploded.
It's content shaping into a targeted wave coming right towards me. I'm just throwing a distance, rolling my side, my top... and over my probably broken arm. I caught the bastard from behind.
I hovered with each hand. The nanomolecular blade tore through his knee. Leviathan retaliated. I applied to the front of the uninjured part of the knee and kicked away.
The afterarmage followed and I paired with a plasma post from my other blade. I rolled up the steam explosion, covering myself and leaving out of the fire since tail came down. He was badly injured. It could pour from six large wounds ahead and bend there when I arrived.
You don't brute. Every fight you've done so far that we've gone on camera. I've watched it. Put it through programs.
I know exactly what you're going to do next. You're going to try and catch me full behind with a wave. I rolled out all the way to this claw and swung both helpers behind me to center and set the water, vaporize it. You won't even speak English, do you?
Or you'd know what I was saying. You'd know I already won. As a python turned around, I fired my grappling hook around his claw. It was locked in the chain frozen, and either claw and or beast could move itself any further.
I pulled myself in, burying a nanomolecular blade on the bottom of his face. Let's see how quickly you respond to classical conditioning. Every time you try and run, I do something like that. Leviathan made the mistake of trying to hit me with a blast of water, and I parried it again.
I fired and froze the grappling hook again, uncaring the emperor continued to charge me, pulling himself deep into the chain. I let go of slack as I docked your way, leaving another mark in the beast's legs and recovering on the opposite side of the street. More blood pours on the thing that's where it could possibly contain. Where did it all come from?
I went all on, offensive. Slashing a thousand mark can move. Cutting, leg, knee, tail, leg again. Moving away to revive his attacks.
I set my grappling hook back into his wounded deck and revealed it in, driving the halberd in. As he fell, I collected my food on his face, cutting it repeatedly, and tried to slow his recovery. Lived and hopped backwards to create some distant stagger to let all his more injured legs fail to take his weight. A crack appeared like a steam dumb center of the street.
A straight line as far as I could see in either direction. The storm sealers. Arms faster can be new to attack, but Leviathan moved faster than the last minute, and caught the blade in his claw. I could see Leviathan had caught him to his hand and rest with the claw tips, while the halberd sat embedded in his palm.
The end-bringer stood, showing none of the grail tear pain had been it just like seconds ago. The end-bringer dropped arm's master's arm and halberd, where the weight of the metal armor and device pulled them into the water. He watched, seeming off to care as a swarm ran up to him, smashed against his leg. I was hoping to find some weakness, but the bugs might as well have him been biting on steel.
He turned, crouched, bolted west away from the coast, full speed. I hurried to arm's master's side. His left arm was gone at the shoulder, torn out of the socket. You.
You. You. You. You.
You. You. I'm alive. Listen, I'm going to try and find your arm.
My arm banged up, okay, maybe someone got dislodged when Leviathan brought my arm. I ran over to the general area where Leviathan had dropped arm's master's arm. With my only working hand, I've heard the halberd free of his glove, rested his arm across his chest, and pressed the button on his wristband. Arms faster down, CC7.
Leviathan's heading west, cancel left. He's going west north west from my location. Roger, setting up a tracking system now. Sounds like he might be heading for one of the shelters.
Lots of people packed into his face when they can't run. Vulnerable. Medical help incoming. Whoever this is, can you track Leviathan?
Yes, as long as I put in a few blocks of him. Can you fly? Chase him. No.
Then I'm sending a flyer your way. So, I'm sure you stay close enough. We need eyes on this master than you're them. Got it.
There was only silence after that. Teeth clenched, shivering. I pressed my good hand as hard as I could manage against the ragged master's shoulder, trying to slow the blow-loss. Lady Photon and laser dream landed beside the arms master.
The two of them had the look of people who had seen half their immediate family brutally and senselessly torn apart over the course of one terrible hour. Lady Photon, Photon, Mom, she brought to May residents, created a shaped horse field tight against arm master's shoulder. Laser dream. Take him.
No, I'm a better flyer and more likely to hurt that thing in a fight. I'll take the girl and help against Leviathan. Fine. Let's go get the motherf- Let's go get him.
I bent a pick up arm master's disintegration, Halbert. It took some doing for laser dream to lift me without pressing against my broken arm. She wound up holding me with an arm under my knees and the quick of her elbow at my neck. She held the halberd for me.
I resigned myself to being cradled. Leviathan's at CA4, heading northwest. When Leviathan had shifted the position of the storm sewers, he'd gone out. He'd also torn up the water supply network for the city.
I knew this place all too well. Every ruin building had memories for me. Every smash street was one I had walked down at some point. Entire neighborhoods had been flattened.
Larger buildings, but I expected might have been part of the local college. We're standing, but badly damaged. Countless cars sat in roads and parking lots with water pouring in through shattered windows. Seeing it all gone, I could only hope that people in my shelters were okay.
BC4, wave. He's out on Euro, BC6. Heading south. What are you doing?
The wreckage goes this way. The damage has already been done. Maybe, but he might have been faking us out or he'd detoured further ahead. That way, BX8 are very close to it.
He's down telling just not moving. You sure? 99%. No, we're teleporting forces in.
What is it? Oh, this is Trickster. Leviathan seems to be coming right towards the base. Towards the well.
What? It's a fear hell of a possible. Make sure to keep him contained. Parian down, BWA.
Pick over the cross bone shadow stalker, open fire. Join by purity from above. Laser dream dropped me at the fringe of the battlefield, flying above in an angle opposite purities. Leviathan stopped as a curtain of darkness swept over him.
The majority dissipating a second later to open him up to attacks. Group was here somehow. One of my needles speared under the side of Leviathan's neck out of the top. Shadow stalker shot at the same time, found to penetrate Leviathan's heart exterior.
Watch it! I'm getting closer! Careful shadow stalker, I'll never forgive you if you died. Shadow stalker timed her advance with a pounce on Hookwell's part who latched onto Leviathan's face.
Shadow stalker shot's penetrated, this time disappearing into Leviathan's chest, presumably fading back in while inside him. Eyefired, a needle through Leviathan's knee, and the end of his leg. Buckles through Hookwell's office face, and floor the metal beast in half. One landed straight on top of Shadow stalker, the other almost seemed to bounce rapidly condensing into a roughly humanoid form before it touched the ground again.
He brought his hand over his head and pointed forward at Leviathan, a signal for the next front liner. Shadow stalker down, BWA. Leviathan leaped for me. In the very last second, I was teleported to the ground, a stone-covered cape in my place.
Thank you later. The boy with the metal skin formed one hand into an oversized blade. Managed a solid head of Leviathan's injured knee as the end bring a world around a face flutette. Knocking him down, Leviathan turned to my swarm clones, giving some time to purity and ballistic to hit him.
I had one of my gathered swarms explode into a massive flying insect as they got close enough to Leviathan. Make their way against the drenching range of rise up to Leviathan's face. Many crawled into the wounds the other caves had made. He flushed himself with his echo and resumed attacking.
Brandished down, BWA. Fluchet fired one needle into the center of Leviathan's face. It buried itself three quarters deep, smeared out the back of his head. He hardly cared.
Holy shit! What? How is he still fighting? Can't think of the tumor!
As the ground beneath him sank, the water left higher and higher around him. The area around him quickly became a massive indent that didn't stop growing. The force of the water pouring into the crater began to increase. The ground underfoot grew increasingly on the side of his crack spread across it.
We'd help! The ground in front of Anabuff me folded into a massive fissure. The movement of the crack section of road created a torrent of water that washed over me, engulfed me, and forced me under. I tried to touch bottom to maybe kick myself back up.
But the ground wasn't there. A hand sees the pull of fat halberd, heaved me up, laser dream. Her other hand clung to an unconscious parion. It seemed like the two of us were too much to carry for her alone, because she heard straight for a nearby rooftop.
The flooding in the streets was diverted into the deepening bowl shaped cavity. Three city blocks across and growing. Some keeps her climbing out of the water and onto the room and buildings with the help of more mobile ones. The lost name Trixter were working in tandem.
The lost name running atop the water surface to save ground. Trixter swapping in for someone who was wandering. Rinse repeat. As her footing dropped beneath us, laser dream reluctantly grabbed at my hand and parions belled.
I'll just back up into the air. Arm in! Title wave! We can't see it unless they drop you.
Do you want me to drop you? Revive and have gone under again. Finding the drowning and executing them. So raise your seat.
BWA. We're heading to C to BWA. Head into C to BWA. Smack down to C to BXA.
Strider to C to BWA. Setting you down again. But if there's a title wave. Either we sit down or I drop you.
I can't hold on much longer. It's one of the shelters. They sprung a leak. Can you help evacuate?
I'm going. Bring me. I know your arms are tired. Mine is too much.
You can fly low enough to the ground. You can drop me if you have to. Fine, but we're leaving the doll kit here. Mirened down.
Later dream carried us around the edge of the lake that was still growing. If not quite so past as it had been. I saw others gathered around the edge of the water. Fouring battle lines where the Vython might have a clear path to make a run for it.
If you ever would. The Vython was deep beneath the waves moving rapidly. Acting like he was engaged in a fight. The stairwell was flooded with water.
Two caves were already present. Shouldered deep in the water. Trying to dig a path. What's the plan?
Do we want to shut the door open it? Open it. We don't know what condition they're in inside. Dammit.
No use. Then I remember the halberd. Hey, use this. As a shovel.
Just try it. Don't touch the blade. Holy shit, this works. The perimeter report.
No reports. Location unknown. Exert caution. The interior of the shelter was surprisingly like coil headquarters.
Concrete walls with metal walkways and multiple levels. Water was pouring in from a far wall and from the front door. And 20 or so people were in the first aid bay on cots injured and bloody. Everything is held to sea.
CB10. Apothesis deceased. CB10. I felt him alive.
A small few bugs still inside him. I was forced into the corner by the doors. They ran into the shelter. Tried to make some distance between themselves.
OH MY WAY! Laser dream down CB10. Alashing his tail struck down a dozen people in front of him. The aftermath struck down a dozen more.
No death notice from the armband for civilians. Leviathan took a step forward, putting me behind him and just to his right. He lashed his tail again. Another two dozen or so civilians slain.