11.

Quinn.

“Plasma blades: Singular Thrust!”

Quinn smashed into the barrier for the tenth time. He stood up, gasping for air as the toll of using the attack too many times was kicking in. He gripped the hilt of his blade as he sat down on the dome. The news came when he was at the conference, and before Orion could stop him, he was halfway across the continent.

“I see you’re busy.”, Orion said over comms. He jumped up, onto the dome, wearing his protective suit. “I was going to bust in and...” Quinn stopped. “Never mind.”, He said after a while. “Its impossible to break.” Orion knelt and touched the hardened grey material. “Nothing’s impossible.”, he said, feeling the material with his bare hand. “Tony could take this in one clean hit.”, he said, sitting down beside Quinn. “He has a reason why he’s not doing that.” Quinn was half listening. He thought of Azea. Something was wrong somewhere, they had never attacked like this before. And he had the feeling tha