They just kick the bullets around, they're not bullets themselves.
If they met someone who's bulletproof they'd most likely try to kick something else to try and puncture them, but overall their first reaction would be to hide behind Warspool.
Did he die? Blood flow stopped at that crucial juncture, and there was a theory online that the sudden deprivation of a heartbeat often coincided with a loud and high-pitched whine. No... he was not dead.
He could still see the bastard who did this to him.
Fourteen reached for his ears, instinctively reacting to the sensation of something wet on his neck. Not surprisingly, he found blood. His eyes twitched with agitation as he put two and two together. Ruptured eardrums, loss of equilibrium...
He tested this theory, and found his legs to be unresponsive. He tried to remain stationary, but the inner mechanisms of his ears were too far damaged and his vision started to blur again.
Pinned here, under enemy fire. No sudden moves or he will pounce. The walls are breached and his units are free to move inside towards the objective. I'm running out of ammo, and I'll have to send my skirmishers into melee to hold them off.
He put this all into terms from a video game, something he could adapt to easily in a crisis situation such as this. He remained completely calm and focused as the All-American stalked him like a hungry lion waiting for his prey to just try and run.
Fourteen could feel Mother trying to patch him up, but Father's oppressive strength kept her from doing something like that. He wanted Fourteen to do this for himself, and not rely so much on tanking Aristotle's attacks. Besides, Mother's healing always relied on how much stamina a target had. She was not magic. She directly used the body's natural energy to dictate accelerated regeneration. If she did it too much to one person, they could end up accidentally dying instead.
"You have all the cards, Aristotle," the menace muttered without hearing himself, still talking in game logic.
"A fully stacked roster, looks like,"
He saw the pistol, and imagined the enemy's legendary lord descending on top of the rest of his units. Game over. Nothing can counter that.
He still couldn't bring his legs to work.
"Except for one thing,"
During this entire exercise, Fourteen had an ulterior motive. Another huge reason Mother wasn't healing him, was because he already had two powers active. Any more, and he could not deal with the shock to his central nervous system. Before Aristotle got here, Fourteen had used Legion. He could never hope to rig all the emergency exits with Anger's bombs - alone at least. Legion saw copies of the genetic misanthrope going everywhere, planting bombs in every conceivable place and doorway.
And they were about to go off.
Fourteen's Legion clones suddenly appeared in tandem with Aristotle brandishing the firearm from his pocket. Their hands in their collective pockets, smiling a crooked and dry grin at the Patriot as they surrounded him - little more than a distraction.
"Reinforcements. Twenty-three," Fourteen muttered again, this time in reference to the time limit he had on individual powers at any given moment. He barely had seven minutes left until Legion started bonding permanently to his body, so he didn't have time for a fight. They were just there for a few more moments while Anger did his job.
In frightening unison, those explosive triggers collapsed and the entire mall went up in smoke. Surgically designed to not exactly harm anyone, but cause enough of a panic that the emergency workers would have their hands full, Anger's bombs went off without a hitch. Legion dissipated his copies, and Fourteen stood back up, Mother's healing bringing him back to working order. He didn't waste any time, and ducked inside of one of Door's portals. The Twins' illusion of keeping the hands on his body invisible finally wore off as he did this.
"Aristotle," he shouted over the continued din of artillery fire, Anger's bombs remaining completely relentless in their ferocity even as he made his escape again.
That's like three terrible jokes within five seconds of me reading your post.
Saimhann sacrificed much on his part as well, as World-shaper. He lost an arm in a great battle, yet was still considered among the mightiest sorcerers of his age.
It was Jaden's bro, who was his best bro all along but Jaden couldn't "see" it until it was too late. He was "blinded" by his emotions. It just wasn't "clear" until the last second.
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