"You crazy bastards." Natalie's inked face grew weary, angry. "I've worked so hard, done so much, given everything I've got, and and all you can think about is who gets to wear the crown!" Her fist slammed into Floe's gut, cracking plates of ice loudly. "No one!" Another hit, brutal and ruthless. "You hear me?! No! One! Gets! It!!" She punctuated each word with a savage blow, doubling them each time, until red-hot flames licked across her fists as she pounded Floe's face and chest, the heat burning her flesh and the force pelting it away, destabilizing her.
"Nngh, hanh, gurngh, aaaah!!" Alliston braced herself as her inkling was blasted off of her. And then she cringed in terror as Echelon wound her fist back one more time, enraged.
And slipped forward, falling on her back. "Unh?!"
Arus had grabbed her by the wrist and let her fall by her own misdirection of force. "... Stop. It's over."
Natalie sat up to see Alliston, sitting on her legs, hands in the puddle that was Floe as she shook, her now weakened inkling slowly rejoining with her. "Ah!" She recoiled in pain, looking down and noticing that she and Echelon both were badly burned. "... Oh god, what happened...?"
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Natalie learns that not all powersets are created equal. Some of them have a few drawbacks. An excerpt from Volume 2, Issue 9
She's a sweet person, but boy, yeah, there's no shortage of expertise in pummeling people from her. Thankfully she understands escalation of force, and the most you'd likely get out of her is harsh words.
She's a sweet person, but boy, yeah, there's no shortage of expertise in pummeling people from her.
