Oct 4, 2023 8:57:08 GMT
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Post by Miroru on Oct 4, 2023 8:57:08 GMT
Rokuhane Miroru
Department of Heroes Freshman
Prism, the Spectrum Hero
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The birds were a red flag.
The new heat signatures were an air raid siren.
She did her best to give Farrin warning, and it seemed to help, but the truth was, there were just so MANY. Scattered, making it significantly harder to focus on the areas she needed to purge in time. She caught the field he was placing overhead, though, and she dove to the side as her group opened fire, their bullets tearing into the wooden post of the power pole she'd been standing near. Before they could adjust to rake her with fire, she stole their thunder in a very literal sense, coopting the very infrared release of their firing caps before the gunpowder could ignite, jamming all three automatic weapons in a heartbeat as she leapt into close quarters and-
-crashed to the ground as the intense gravity slammed her, the scales, and the damaged power pole to the ground with a horrendous, creaking slam, the damaged wood failing to keep the power pole intact. Unlike Farrin, she wasn't quite strong enough to shove herself back up through the gravity.
But she didn't need to be.
The downed power lines jerked and pulled towards her at terrible speeds as she twisted the power they were releasing into a magnetic pull, gritting her teeth as she grabbed the bare ends. As expected, scorch marks ripped up her arm, blackening the skin halfway to her elbow in an instant- but no further. In that instant, clarity struck- that wasn't the electricity burning her. The electricty wasn't touching her at all. That was her quirk, cooking her arms from the inside, as she wrestled the tremendous flow of electricity into herself-
-and unleashed it.
Light poured off the girl in streaking, chaotic bolts, flying erratically as her pain-clouded mind chose targets over flight paths and sent twisting, jagged streams of pure photons slamming into all that reinforced armor, hammering into the scales one after another, each instant seeing another blasted off their feet to collapse under the flow of gravity. Firing guns smashed out of hands, feet ripped off the ground, soldiers left groaning in smoldering, ruined body armor, and with every second she persisted, those scorching cracks crawled up her arms, eating the distance between her wrists and elbows centimeter by centimeter.
Those targets she hit later rather than sooner had time to sight her, but not center their aim. Shots skimmed her, tore open her shoulder, arm, thigh, calf. The gunfire marked priority targets, and none stayed standing long enough to do more damage to her than she did to herself.
As if to put lie to that statement, behind her, the specter of her father fought to his feet, looming behind her like the shadow over her life he still cast. Bloodied, battered, furious, he raised a hand that rapidly coalesced into incadescent fury-
-only to get hammered from all directions with a howl and sent catapulting on a rising spear of light straight towards Alastor- a missile comprised of his own creation!
The new heat signatures were an air raid siren.
She did her best to give Farrin warning, and it seemed to help, but the truth was, there were just so MANY. Scattered, making it significantly harder to focus on the areas she needed to purge in time. She caught the field he was placing overhead, though, and she dove to the side as her group opened fire, their bullets tearing into the wooden post of the power pole she'd been standing near. Before they could adjust to rake her with fire, she stole their thunder in a very literal sense, coopting the very infrared release of their firing caps before the gunpowder could ignite, jamming all three automatic weapons in a heartbeat as she leapt into close quarters and-
-crashed to the ground as the intense gravity slammed her, the scales, and the damaged power pole to the ground with a horrendous, creaking slam, the damaged wood failing to keep the power pole intact. Unlike Farrin, she wasn't quite strong enough to shove herself back up through the gravity.
But she didn't need to be.
The downed power lines jerked and pulled towards her at terrible speeds as she twisted the power they were releasing into a magnetic pull, gritting her teeth as she grabbed the bare ends. As expected, scorch marks ripped up her arm, blackening the skin halfway to her elbow in an instant- but no further. In that instant, clarity struck- that wasn't the electricity burning her. The electricty wasn't touching her at all. That was her quirk, cooking her arms from the inside, as she wrestled the tremendous flow of electricity into herself-
-and unleashed it.
Light poured off the girl in streaking, chaotic bolts, flying erratically as her pain-clouded mind chose targets over flight paths and sent twisting, jagged streams of pure photons slamming into all that reinforced armor, hammering into the scales one after another, each instant seeing another blasted off their feet to collapse under the flow of gravity. Firing guns smashed out of hands, feet ripped off the ground, soldiers left groaning in smoldering, ruined body armor, and with every second she persisted, those scorching cracks crawled up her arms, eating the distance between her wrists and elbows centimeter by centimeter.
Those targets she hit later rather than sooner had time to sight her, but not center their aim. Shots skimmed her, tore open her shoulder, arm, thigh, calf. The gunfire marked priority targets, and none stayed standing long enough to do more damage to her than she did to herself.
As if to put lie to that statement, behind her, the specter of her father fought to his feet, looming behind her like the shadow over her life he still cast. Bloodied, battered, furious, he raised a hand that rapidly coalesced into incadescent fury-
-only to get hammered from all directions with a howl and sent catapulting on a rising spear of light straight towards Alastor- a missile comprised of his own creation!
I can pay no price too great for justice.
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