CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
As soon as he said that, Mighty Man rushed toward Gaze and me. Again I mentally screamed at Mighty Man to stop, but he didn’t slow down. He reared his fist back, clearly aiming for my fist. No way in hell was I going to survive a direct hit from Mighty Man. We were so screwed.
Gaze, however, apparently thought otherwise. He stood there with his arms at his sides, waiting for Mighty Man to get close enough, and then jumped into the air at the last minute. Mighty Man, who was going too fast to stop, launched his punch, but it hit only empty air, causing Mighty Man to stumble forward and nearly trip over his own feet.
Gaze, on the other hand, landed behind Mighty Man and blasted him in the back using my lasers. Only my lasers were about ten times stronger than they nor
