[WP] One morning, you woke up with the ability to see true and false when written down. If it glows a golden color then it is true, but if it glows a dark color, then it is false. Out of curiosity, you go to the library and walk into the History section, and to your horror, all you see is darkness.
"Two down," Mill said, more to himself than anyone else. Just to give himself that last boost of energy he would need to finish this job. It was the Ambrosia that kept him going - and there were limits to it. The graver the injury, that is, the more life-threatening it was, the weaker the effect of the Ambrosia. Now, the internal bleeding had barely been stopped, but the wounds and openings in his skin were far from being completely healed. He was breathing, standing, and his heart was beating, but everything else was in a state of extenene strain and crisis.
"The Foundation's best, through and through," PointGuard said, spitting. "It would be foolish of me to expect that you'd be totally covered and unable to do anything, even with the star-studded cast I brought into this thing. But again the speed of execution has left me all at your abilities maybe I don't underestimate you and maybe I am actually understaffed. But then again it looks like I can't even give it to you as I am, being that shitty, worthless clerk in a cubicle that you said I am."
Mill scoffed. "Whether I'm half-dead or full dead, there is no way in hell you are going to be able to beat me Pointguard. So just sit back, relax and watch me break away at all your defences and finish you off last - nice and slow."
Mill was talking very slick, but he was bleeding from his nose and coughing up blood. The damage that last combo had done to him had been fatal and yeah just been brought back to life as he said earlier. Luckily, they didn't have their speedster anymore because it was impossible for him to keep up with any sport of above normal speed in the current state his body was in. It was extremely painful to even stand in the first place.
But now they were on the defence, he could carefully plan his next line of attacks. He couldn't use his blood again, so his strongest move was gone. But then again, using any more blood attacks while he was on the verge of entering circulatory shock was risky, because the Ambrosia had finished. Also, he didn't even have the energy required for that. He was coming too close to his limit.
This was why Meek was so indispensable in their old duo. Whether it was absence making the heart fonder, or his inherent manipulative nature as a psychopath, he acknowledged that Meek would have been useful in this situation, since he didn't seem to have any limits. Apart from the incident with Flames, Mill was never pushed to this edge by any other person he'd clashed with.
Everything was on the line, and he was using every single ability, tactic and thinking he could muster. If Garrison was the block, then he could cover his whole body with a metal coating which seemed impenetrable. But then, thwre just had to be a part that was exposed, and Mill had been observing.
He prepared for another attack, but this time, it was one so subtle, it wouldn't be caught until it was too late. One of the special modifications he could imbue into his crystals to detonate when they were already out and far from his body, like proximity mines of sorts, was his Proliferation ability. Crystals that had already left his body and hit their target would blossom rapidly into much bigger crystals capable of causing more damage, since. They were very dense.
Hand movements would give away the fact that he was attacking, and besides, even though the metalhead might not be sure that he knew about his Achilles' Heel, he was obviously very cautious about his weakness now that two men had been dropped two of the most skilled anomalies he'd seen right before his eyes.
But that was where Mill's crocodile tears, a use of his ability he had been experimenting with in secret, came into use. By producing crystals from the tears secreted by his lacrimal glands, and he would he able to fire needle-like crystals that would follow the orbit of the eye and enter the skull before proliferating, causing severe brain damage and killing him.
There was a subtle, fine art of assassination, and Mill knew about it and relished it.
As soon as the metal head ran towards him, he fired the crystals. This particular extrusion was remarkably painful, given the spot from which it was extruded was quite unused, and easily irritable.
The blinking reflex is one of the fastest in the human body, and if it was exectueed well in this case, the metal eptexted eyelids would shield against the crystal, and the next punch would be a killing punch.
But the blinking reflex was too slow this time, and the crystals lodged themselves in Garrison's eyesAs be screamed. As proliferation occured, he screamed louder and suddenly went silent. The metal layer began to wear off, and he was dead.
"Three down in three consecutive attacks? This goes to prove that nobody, not in Justice or the Foundation, measures up to me."
For the first time since the battle started, PointGuard was frightened.
TO BE CONTINUED.