Chapter 35 Idiot Storm.

Chapter 35: 35 Idiot Storm.

"Yaaaaaaagh!"

And I was rapidly running out of Steves.

"Pile on him!" one of the Steves shouted. The surviving henchman rushed Surge in a mob, only to be intercepted by Wrecking Ball.

The massive man smashed into the henchmen like his namesake, bowling them over before laying into them with his massive fists.

At the sight Glacia’s eyes hardened, fixing on the fire man. She swept up her hand, a mass of cold coalescing around her in a wail of freezing air, forming a block of ice.

Another gesture sent it flying at Surge. The heat of the idiot’s lightning half melted the chunk before it reached him, but though reduced, it was still big enough to hit him, knocking him off his feet.

I couldn’t supress a glow of pride at the sight. She just might make it as a villain after all.

I looked towards Wrecking Ball as the giant grabbed two of the surviving Steve’s by the heads, lifting the struggling henchmen into the air.

The streeter grinned and his hands tightened with a crunching sound. Instantly, the two henchmen in his grip grew limp, blood oozing between Wrecking Ball’s fingers. Shit! Well, so much for the Steves.

Guns.

My senses picked out the all too familiar magnetic aura instantly and I turned sharply to the magician holding his top hat towards Glacia, his hand swirling over the brim.

A number of rifle barrels emerged like a bouquet of deadly flowers, aimed directly at Glacia.

Oh hell no!

My powers grabbed the humming field around the muzzle of the guns and gave them a magnetic yank. The barrels swung, Marvo jolting in surprise.

Darts spat from the barrels, burying themselves instead into the Wrecking Ball’s back.

The huge man staggered forward a step, blinking, the two Steves whose heads he’d just crushed slipping from his suddenly slack fists.

"What... was..."

His knees folded under him and the massive hero fell to the ground so hard the floor shook.

Tranquilizers? Were they trying to take Glacia alive? Judging by what they’d just done to the Steves, that seemed unlikely, but possible. And any reason they might have couldn’t be good.

Still, one hero down, for now, but not for long. Super strength always came with a bit of a durability buff as well.

Otherwise, the guys trying to lift a car tended to pulp their organs as they hefted the weight, so anything short of a bucket of horse tranquilizer was unlikely to keep him down long.

I caught a blur of light as it raced towards Glacia like a bolt of lightning.

"Skating rink. Now!" I shouted.

Her training came through.

Glacia instantly responded, redirected her freezing power, washing it about her feet, coating the floor in a layer of ice.

Blitz’s legs flew out from under him as he hit the slick, the speedster giving a scream as he went flying across the floor to smash into the far wall in a heap, but I didn’t hear a snap, so it tragically wasn’t fast enough to pulp his bones or even break his legs.

"You there! What did you do?"

I looked over to find Marvo staring right at me. Well, no surprise, I supposed.

The floor was basically empty of anyone other than him, his cohorts, and dead Steves. I had to look extremely suspicious.

"Me?" I said, my fingers flicking, magnetism remotely grasping the metallic podium underneath the giant marble sculpture on display behind Marvo. "Why should I be doing anything."

I felt a migraine come in as I slicked the metal—straining it from solid to liquid into the sculpture from its feet.

His eyes narrowed, his mustache bristling. "Why... you’re in league with the girl!" he cried, aiming the barrels of his hat at me.

The joints of the sculpture cracked to life, the idiot turned just in time to freeze.

"Pretty much," I said, and swung the sculpture’s leg right into the bastard.

The leg slammed into his side, sending the magician flying across the room in a jumble of limbs, some doves bursting from his pockets as he bounced across the floor and a couple rabbits boiling from his hat to hop frantically about.

Fucking magic.

But I didn’t waste time on him.

Glacia was facing off with Surge, icy air screaming around her as she sent spears of ice hurtling up at the hero, who in turn was busy flinging lighting arcs at her, the static around him making the air shimmer and distort, blunting the ice even as he attacked.

Dammit, I didn’t have time for this!

With a thought I deployed my armour, metal plates extending over me, shredding parts of my suit.

Damn. Lacey was likely to make me pay for that too. Another fucking expense. Fortunately, I didn’t lack for targets to take out my frustration on.

And conveniently, I saw Wrecking Ball heave himself onto his knees, shaking his head. He turned my way, his eyes narrowing under his bandana mask.

"Polaris," he said, climbing to his feet, beating a fist into his palm like it was my head. "Heard you might show up."

What the fuck?!

"Heard?" I demanded. "From whom?!"

"Don’t matter. Gonna make my name," he said and came at me, pounding across the floor like a battering ram.

Fucking streeters.

I moved my hand, puppeteering the whole sculpture—swinging the micropenis with finesse—by the metal running through it. Wrecking Ball caught a glimpse of it and instantly turned to face it.

His eyes widened in shock as the sculpture lunged and bent down for a wrist lock with him.

He grabbed the fists, the ground cracking under his feet, tearing up chunks of linoleum as he was pushed back by the sculpture’s lunge.

But he stopped, bracing himself, his strength finally overcoming the force of my magnetic powers.

Wrecking Ball grinned, his arms trembling to hold the fists from crushing his head, but besting the sculpture.

Dumbass.

Strength heroes always made the same mistake. They thought just because they can lift something, it can’t lift them.

I jerked my hand and the sculpture’s right leg swung, whipping the startled streeter right off his feet and into the air.

Wrecking Ball screamed in surprise, calling in Surge’s attention seconds bore the muscular man smashed into the static hero.

Surge was hit right in the chest, Wrecking Ball reflexively letting go of the giant’s arms, and the two of them were sent hurling through the air and out the hole they’d made with their big entrance in.

Glacia looked my way with a relieved smile, which suddenly turned into shock as she caught sight of something over my shoulder.

A barrage of small rocks slammed into my back. The impacts drove me forward a step, but my armour took the brunt of it and I looked quickly back.

Blitz was back on his feet and throwing an absolute storm of rubble at me, his hands a blur of superspeed as he snatched up and hurled debris like a machine gun.

"Do not touch him!" Glacia roared, looking more pissed than I’d ever seen her.