Mob 5.17 (Draft Preview) (Un-Betaed) (Patreon)

Mob 5.17

A thought preceded everything else. [Inventory.]

His mouth opened, lips forming the first letter as his pyrokinesis flared to life in the same palm he held at his side; blue fractals of light already beginning to appear on his fingertips.

His body shifted imperceptibly, leaning forward as he prepared to move.

Bakuda stared back at him, confusion fighting the manic glint in her eyes as she tried to parse the words just now leaving Greg’s mouth.

Greg Veder launched himself forward, sword appearing in his outstretched hand with the blade flaring with the same light as the rest of his body; the heat radiating from the weapon enough to raise the temperature from uncomfortably cold to uncomfortably hot within a single second.

He swung.

The hallway lit up in a flash of red as it made contact, sparing a great many eyes from the sight of the sword as it moved like a hot knife through melted butter, flesh immediately sealing over as super-heated metal passed through it with no resistance at all.

Jennifer Sato blinked as her back hit the ground, confused expression not fading as she blinked up at over a hundred shocked, terrified faces before finally meeting a set of smiling blue eyes staring directly down at her. 

A second passed.

Then the screams started.

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