![]() Waiting until the last second, I misted and let them smash into each other. I had no time to celebrate that victory as two Pit Bulls the size of a small car charged at me next. It only ever said that it ‘ignored’ the force. ![]() How ‘15 dealt with the recoil I should’ve felt, I had no idea. Others impacted against walls of the nearby house and some hit the nearby train. Those mutants who bore the brunt of it directly were partially torn apart in flashes of blood and gore. Concentrated as it was, and with the concentrated air pressure, it had the effect of blasting the pack apart and scattering them, flying through the air with wildly spinning arcs. My thumb double tapped a specific bit of the pipe.Ī mass of air, traveling roughly over ninety miles an hour blasted out of ‘15’s lower end. I leveled ‘15 towards the pack of mutant animals. I reappeared to the side, giving myself some space and in the process keeping my fellow heroes behind me. I misted immediately to avoid being practically buried by six dogs and three cats who were snarling and hissing in hungry anger.Ī cat and dog died in the next moment when their fellow mutants accidentally bit them and in reflex tore and shredded whatever their teeth could bite down on. ![]() Even if someone told me yesterday, I would’ve looked at them weirdly. If you told me after I triggered or became an SCP, I would’ve not changed my tune at all. If you told me a year ago, my first true ‘battle’ as a hero with other heroes would be with a bunch of mutated cats and dogs, I would’ve told my interlocutor that they should ease up on the drug use a little.
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