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while, the cannons
are down. I see the dog whistle is working, so this should be
interesting.”
“I’m still alive,” I call out.
“And still stupid,” she retorts.
“He shouldn’t have come,” says Dark
Fire , “you two should have stopped him. He isn’t ready.”
“There’s no stopping this one,” says Small
Talk .
“And is anyone ever ready for this?” adds Never Lies .
The ground rumbles, and we take off into the
air, all arguments forgotten in the face of a new attack. A huge
red oblong shape floats towards us, unfolding long arms that end in
blades and claws as it approaches. The screamers arrive, and
octo-apes drop down onto us.
I think I had a nightmare like this once.
“Uh oh,” I say.
Small Talk attacks the red tank head
on, striking it with his borrowed bulk and slowing it down. The
rest of us spread out and start firing. I don’t think I add much to
the mighty arsenals of my fellow supers, but I do what I can as
rockets explode around me. I’m not as agile as the other supers,
and my shield takes a beating.
Lucky for me, soaking up crazy amounts of
damage seems to be my only real superpower. Multicolored discs form
in front of me and shield me from rockets and lasers and worse. Small Talk is thrown past me on a blast of plasma, shedding
metal plates as he flies. He digs up a furrow of grass when he
lands, but rises from the dust quickly to return to the fight. Dark Fire loops up past an oval battle tower that walks
along on spider legs and douses it in fire. The creature keeps
coming towards us and the dog whistle despite all that we are
doing.
“Protect the whistle!” screams Small
Talk , because it’s better that these things are trying to kill
us than running loose through the town.
A wall of ice bursts from the ground and
immobilizes the creature. It struggles to free itself, cracking the
ice and sending shards towards us that melt in the air. I see a
figure flying behind the oblong nightmare, slowing it with ice.
“Get busy!” screams the superhero.
We get busy. Dark Fire melts his way
into the creature as Small Talk and Never Lies bust
up its many legs. Eventually it stops moving and crashes to the
ground with Dark Fire still inside. Neither Small
Talk nor Never Lies seem to be worried about him.
“Hello,” calls out the new superhero to Never Lies , “where’s the rest of your team?”
She floats closer, sitting cross-legged in
the air rather than flying like a normal super. I’ve seen her
before, on the day The General tried to kill me. She’s Blizzard Master , and I’m happy to see her.
“We’re it,” says Never Lies .
“Three superheroes, one dead.”
“He’s not dead, and there are four of us,”
says Never Lies , waving at me.
I feel pretty good about that. Blizzard
Master lands lightly beside me and gives me the once over. Her
eyes linger on my multiblaster as if she has never seen one like
it.
“Barely four. This guy takes a beating, but
doesn’t give one out. He needs a bigger gun. You should give him
one of yours, you seem to be carrying enough for a whole team.”
Blizzard Master is the best. Never
Lies snorts and aims her heavy gun platforms up towards the
sky.
“Hey Blizzard Master , I say, you
probably don’t remember me, but you saved my life once.”
“Yeah?” she asks without interest, “when was
that?”
“A little while ago, when The General was trying to kill-”
“Oh, saucer. You’re that kid. Standing up to The General got me kicked out of my team and assigned to the
team of total losers waiting in town.”
“Ah,” I say, suddenly taken back, “sorry
about that.”
Dark Fire bursts out of the oblong, a
glowing red crystal in his hands which he hands to Small
Talk .
“Hello, Blizz ,” he says with a
smile.
“ Dark Fire ? They told me you were
dead. Well, that explains pretty much everything.”
“Do you have a bomb for the saucer?” says Small Talk impatiently.
“I do, but we need to thin out these
are down. I see the dog whistle is working, so this should be
interesting.”
“I’m still alive,” I call out.
“And still stupid,” she retorts.
“He shouldn’t have come,” says Dark
Fire , “you two should have stopped him. He isn’t ready.”
“There’s no stopping this one,” says Small
Talk .
“And is anyone ever ready for this?” adds Never Lies .
The ground rumbles, and we take off into the
air, all arguments forgotten in the face of a new attack. A huge
red oblong shape floats towards us, unfolding long arms that end in
blades and claws as it approaches. The screamers arrive, and
octo-apes drop down onto us.
I think I had a nightmare like this once.
“Uh oh,” I say.
Small Talk attacks the red tank head
on, striking it with his borrowed bulk and slowing it down. The
rest of us spread out and start firing. I don’t think I add much to
the mighty arsenals of my fellow supers, but I do what I can as
rockets explode around me. I’m not as agile as the other supers,
and my shield takes a beating.
Lucky for me, soaking up crazy amounts of
damage seems to be my only real superpower. Multicolored discs form
in front of me and shield me from rockets and lasers and worse. Small Talk is thrown past me on a blast of plasma, shedding
metal plates as he flies. He digs up a furrow of grass when he
lands, but rises from the dust quickly to return to the fight. Dark Fire loops up past an oval battle tower that walks
along on spider legs and douses it in fire. The creature keeps
coming towards us and the dog whistle despite all that we are
doing.
“Protect the whistle!” screams Small
Talk , because it’s better that these things are trying to kill
us than running loose through the town.
A wall of ice bursts from the ground and
immobilizes the creature. It struggles to free itself, cracking the
ice and sending shards towards us that melt in the air. I see a
figure flying behind the oblong nightmare, slowing it with ice.
“Get busy!” screams the superhero.
We get busy. Dark Fire melts his way
into the creature as Small Talk and Never Lies bust
up its many legs. Eventually it stops moving and crashes to the
ground with Dark Fire still inside. Neither Small
Talk nor Never Lies seem to be worried about him.
“Hello,” calls out the new superhero to Never Lies , “where’s the rest of your team?”
She floats closer, sitting cross-legged in
the air rather than flying like a normal super. I’ve seen her
before, on the day The General tried to kill me. She’s Blizzard Master , and I’m happy to see her.
“We’re it,” says Never Lies .
“Three superheroes, one dead.”
“He’s not dead, and there are four of us,”
says Never Lies , waving at me.
I feel pretty good about that. Blizzard
Master lands lightly beside me and gives me the once over. Her
eyes linger on my multiblaster as if she has never seen one like
it.
“Barely four. This guy takes a beating, but
doesn’t give one out. He needs a bigger gun. You should give him
one of yours, you seem to be carrying enough for a whole team.”
Blizzard Master is the best. Never
Lies snorts and aims her heavy gun platforms up towards the
sky.
“Hey Blizzard Master , I say, you
probably don’t remember me, but you saved my life once.”
“Yeah?” she asks without interest, “when was
that?”
“A little while ago, when The General was trying to kill-”
“Oh, saucer. You’re that kid. Standing up to The General got me kicked out of my team and assigned to the
team of total losers waiting in town.”
“Ah,” I say, suddenly taken back, “sorry
about that.”
Dark Fire bursts out of the oblong, a
glowing red crystal in his hands which he hands to Small
Talk .
“Hello, Blizz ,” he says with a
smile.
“ Dark Fire ? They told me you were
dead. Well, that explains pretty much everything.”
“Do you have a bomb for the saucer?” says Small Talk impatiently.
“I do, but we need to thin out these
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