The glow in his palm flares bright as he closes his fist- a new power slithering under his skin. Those bright crackling flares of plasma- it's hard to focus on it properly with the railing, raging AI shrieking about Theta, with Sigma trying to keep Cortana from burning out the chips on his spine-
But he's got a mission. he's got a target. And if he has to rip the chip out of North's bloody stump of a neck? That's what he'll do.
America's bullets thud and reverberate through the shield- but it holds. He'd gotten good at juggling modules. Juggling powers is little different, especially since he doesn't need the AI to do it. "RRRrhhhhssssss"
Low and scraping raw and guttural, the most he can manage with a mangled throat. He can't shoot through the barrier but he can project those blasts of plasma on the other side- he extends a hand, focuses...
And a little explosion of popcorn chicken sparks in the air with a meaty phooomp of fried batter and poultry.
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But he's got a mission. he's got a target. And if he has to rip the chip out of North's bloody stump of a neck? That's what he'll do.
America's bullets thud and reverberate through the shield- but it holds. He'd gotten good at juggling modules. Juggling powers is little different, especially since he doesn't need the AI to do it. "RRRrhhhhssssss"
Low and scraping raw and guttural, the most he can manage with a mangled throat. He can't shoot through the barrier but he can project those blasts of plasma on the other side- he extends a hand, focuses...
And a little explosion of popcorn chicken sparks in the air with a meaty phooomp of fried batter and poultry.