Claire was massively distressed by their sudden onslaught. She kept her beamlance on and cut a number of them in half even as they advanced. But the gun became hotter and hotter in her hands, to the point where it became painful to hold. But even despite that, she tightened her grip and kept the tr
Other than that, Eva was doing well. She glanced over at the synth and gave her an approving nod. “You’re one tough chick, you know that?” she said. “I do gotta admit that your Father has given you some great gifts. Too bad they’re saddled with all the other shit, too.” Callie, still incensed with
The Prophets’ Security Intelligence slowed to a crawl as it launched its attack on Miko’s Prime Mirror Ghost. It had bared all of its available weapons and prepared to eviscerate her to pieces. But it couldn’t even budge. Or rather, it barely budged. Deprived of precious system resources, the cir
Her mind could hardly wrap around the concept, but she figured it was something like her Ascendant Form - a sort of deep awareness that encompassed everything. The mansion’s gathering hall had been completely cleared of whatever it used to have inside, and a makeshift mecha bay had been installed
That her finding happiness was their ability to find peace. Now that she was becoming who she was meant to become allowed them to open up those doors to eternal peace, and forgo the suffering in their lives. Her grandma was telling her goodbye, in her own way. In that moment, Eva discovered Amal’s
Large flakes of snow fell lightly over the mountain settlement as night blanketed the sky above. Columns of flame and tongues of fire consumed the mayor’s mansion in its entirety. The flame itself was so large that it lit up half of the settlement itself, along with a good amount of the mountain beh
“Well, look at you being all serious,” said Xylo. “Here we are, negotiating over some ‘Cast when we don’t even know why we’re here fully,” interjected Locke. “Not that I mind, but how ‘bout you fill us in on what’s going on first, then we can chat about doing justice for profit.” Eva threw a thumb
“I honestly don’t see the difference,” added Xylo. “Alright, let’s say we do go after these terrorists, vigilante-style,” said Fluke. “How the hell are the seven of us-” “Nine,” interrupted Max. “There’s nine of us.” Fluke nodded with hesitation, as though he was agreeing, partially. As though t