Enclosing around them. And there are many, too many. Faces hidden behind their helmets, jerking towards them as if pulled on invisible strings. "Move," he utters, before turning to push towards the nearest opening, before they get too close. If these people aren't alive, then there's no killing them. There's only escape, and leaving them behind.
This is a battle not of bullets, but of minds. If they can shape objects, then perhaps there is a way to divert their pursuers. Focusing his mind, he chooses something else from Chorus. Remember. Remember. The last vivid memory he has of this place was--
As he does, the ground around them seems to break into tile-like fragments, some rising and others dropping away, sinking to reveal a floor of jagged, crystalline spikes beneath them. Locus quickly steps onto one of the rising platforms, nodding for Barry to do the same.
It's only a small detail in the landscape. He's not sure how it will mesh with the others, where the platform will take them, or if those...things will follow. But he's fighting back.
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This is a battle not of bullets, but of minds. If they can shape objects, then perhaps there is a way to divert their pursuers. Focusing his mind, he chooses something else from Chorus. Remember. Remember. The last vivid memory he has of this place was--
As he does, the ground around them seems to break into tile-like fragments, some rising and others dropping away, sinking to reveal a floor of jagged, crystalline spikes beneath them. Locus quickly steps onto one of the rising platforms, nodding for Barry to do the same.
It's only a small detail in the landscape. He's not sure how it will mesh with the others, where the platform will take them, or if those...things will follow. But he's fighting back.