Cautiously I peek back over the top of the shield, Killervolt is no longer calm and smug, but angry, gritting his teeth behind a snarl while purple arches of energy dance around his smoking goggles.
The purple energy from his gun is still flowing but it’s being stopped only few feet away from me by a shimmering replica of my shield that’s glowing a bright orange! The replica appears to be an imprint of the shield like it was pressed into damp beach sand.
The two energies dance with each other, crashing together, pushing and wavering only a few inches either way as Killervolt growls and raises his gauntleted hand.
He believes this will give him an advantage, but I’m only using a portion of what I’m now capable of, I’ll wait for his next move to catch him off guard.
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