Yes, so predictable. Bring the house down as some might say. Tried and true. Yportne used that tactic all the time. As the rubble fell down around him, Yportne simply stood. Plaster and stone disintegrated into so much dust, which hung heavily on the air. Splinters of wood rotted silently, embedded deeply in the ground. The question was, did this Rot's tactic turn against him? Yportne had all the time in the world. So he waited.
It was a few minutes before Yportne's suspicions were confirmed. The rubble shifted and a figure emerged. "I am Rot! I am Death!" Now was as good a moment as any. Yportne stepped forwards, grabbing two of the police by the throats. They aged into ash in moments. Yportne continued forwards towards his not-so-victorious foe. He might not be able to effect the man, but a good punch in the face with a sheet of solid glass would still do something.
As predicted the man was forced out of the sewers by the falling debris. Yportne looked on triumphantly. Leaning heavily against the wall the man spoke. "You won't kill me! Ive lived through worse!" No he hadn't. This man had faced living things, perhaps even death. But Yportne was entropy, and entropy was as bad as it got. " I don’t know who or what you are, but I know you’re not better than me. I won’t lose" Yportne glanced at the wall this man was leaning against. He knew it would collapse soon. But feigned ignorance was okay for now, the damage would be done either way. "Let me tell you who you’re dealing with. I’m Rot! I’m am destruction and death; I’m the decay of society, the rottenness infestation of this earth. I am death and I will not lose to some no name freak!" Rot? Okay then Rot, Yportne would say who he was. ".emerpus sngier soahc nehw llew sa hsinav lliw daed eht dna gnittor ehT .esrevinu siht ta yawa tae taht secof ciportne eht fo ratava eht ,entropY ma I .em ot gnihton snaem htaeD" The mirrored death of time itself. Yportne.
He stepped forwards to end this once more. Drain the chronal energies from Rot and leave him as nothing.
At the last minute the man escaped through the floor. A hint of moisture filled the air, and Yportne guessed that there was a sewer line running below the warehouse. He crept near to the hole, careful to avoid the crumbling edges. Yportne did not particularly want to be plunged into the stagnant water below. That was when his head exploded.
The bombs had gone off and the shockwaves easily shattered Yportne's fragile form. For a moment he teetered, about to plunge into the water. Then he drew back, still guided by the central entropic force. Slowly the scattered fragments of glass pulled together and reformed Yportne's head. ".taht rof eid ll'uoY" Yportne muttered. By now the man could be a significant way along the sewer line if he was the kind to flee. Perhaps Yportne could use that to his advantage. He went to the far end of the room and collapsed the floor. He collapsed the wall into that. The sewer line was now full of debris and would flood soon.
The man's fist hid Yportne's face. He could feel fracture lines cross the mirrored surface. But the fist did not crumble into dust. This was going to be more difficult than Yportne had originally believed. But no matter. There were other things that could be done with smoke and mirrors. Yportne watched calmly as the enraged man reached into a crate. A bomb. No time to lose.
As a chronovore, Yportne consumed time. It would run differently for him than it would for the rest of the world while he was 'eating'. He began to eat now, feasting upon the wasted moments in the room. Time slowed for him. Time speeded up for everyone else. Yportne would seem to be moving in high speed. He stepped away from the bomb and towards the man. Time returned to its normal pace and the bomb exploded harmlessly behind Yportne. What to do? Break the man's neck. Bones were brittle, bones snapped. That was the way to go. Yportne charged at him.
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