Colt wanted to ask who this guy was, or perhaps what, but it didn’t seem like the best time. Stoker’s eyes were quick to regenerate, and they fell upon Bohwanox next. The creature’s body was still in tatters, but that didn’t stop it from pressing after the reaper. Bohwanox flew back as Colt and Hector both intercepted.
Hector swung an iron fist, which was of course avoided, and Colt just tried to grab hold of the monster, but Stoker simply rocketed away from his grip at the last moment.
“Slow him down for me,” said Colt, “and I’ll kill him.”
Hector nodded. A flurry of metal gathered around Stoker’s regenerating skin. Iron dust left a trailing path as it zagged across the open road, slowing him hardly at all, but then the metal walls started shooting up all around it. The sudden obstacle course forced Stoker to adjust and gave the metal coating precious time to accumulate. The coating broke almost as soon as it formed, but Hector just kept at it, and Colt was able to close the distance.
He just needed one punch. One good, concentrated punch. To land it, though, Colt knew he would have to suppress the opponent’s movement, so he tackled Stoker to the ground first. Stoker thrashed, nearly throwing him off, but Hector’s metal clapped around the thing’s head and arms. And that was the moment he needed.
Colt focused the ability into his hand, the spatial destruction power adding to his already enhanced muscle strength. And when his fist hit the metal around Stoker’s head, it went right through the iron and obliterated everything. Blood, bone, and brain matter all splattered across the road.
His eyes widened, and he blinked at his red-soaked knuckles. He hadn’t expected it to be quite so effective as that.
He could see a deep impression in the bloody asphalt and, after a moment, realized that it had a particular shape to it. A clear rhombus, it was. And a very strange sight, he felt, but he supposed now he knew what the shape of his path was.
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I almost pity Stoker. Not quite, when I think about the terrible things he no doubt did as an Abolish servant. But almost.
ReplyDeleteColt's power looks like a bus!?
ReplyDeleteHmm...is Colt's power of some set size, or can he alter the size? And if the latter, to what extent? Could he conceivably put an entire tank, for example, in the destruction zone? Even something larger--a mountain, for example?
ReplyDeleteFor now, I'll only say that it does have limitations in size.
ReplyDeleteThe most famous of all geometric shapes: the bus.
ReplyDeleteWhat about his reaper though? She'd really come around, wanted to redeem herself, to change. I really felt she deserved the chance to do so.
ReplyDeleteKnowing the shape should help a lot. Now he knows what to imagine. Should make training much easier.
ReplyDeleteA perfect rhombus is just a square. Why not say it was a square then? That seems to be the shape most people would think of first.
ReplyDeleteHmm. "Perfect" was not being used in the mathematical sense of the word. Rather, it was saying that the lines weren't jagged or uneven but sharp and clean. I suppose the confusion is understandable, though. I'll see about rewording it.
ReplyDeleteStoker was forced to join Abolish. He never agreed with their agenda
ReplyDeleteHmm...it feels a bit anticlimactic
ReplyDeletePffffthahahaha
ReplyDeleteHow does he regenerate without his reaper? I'm confused now.
ReplyDeleteThe basic servant combat boosts work like videogame buffs. The reaper applies them and then the servant has about half an hour of juice before they need to be reapplied.
ReplyDeleteugh.. this mc never learns.. doesnt kill when he has the chance.. even after everything he went through hes still an idiot.. and his powers are so dam weak.. everyone has a better power then him.. he can make iron oh wow
ReplyDeleteEvery servants started as weak. Just because he's a servant doesn't automatically make him an OP guy.
ReplyDeleteIn this story, everyone become strong through continuous training, and years of experience as a servant, plus the soul-synchronicity between the Servant and the Reaper needs to be high for the two of them to be powerful.
"Wow. I fucking hate ability-snobs like you. Power doesn't make the person, you moron. You'd do well to remember that, lest you have someone teach it to you the hard way. And by the way, iron is far from useless."
ReplyDelete--Garovel
Perfect reply. Bravo
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