"Fuck!" Iman yelps when his arm lights up, and when he lobs a fucking fireball at her head, she pivots to evade it and throws up her left hand. She's never had to use ethertheft defensively before. There is certainly a precedent for it, underground alchemical boxing matches and whatnot, but this is ridiculous, the man just created fire from nothing. With a sharp jerk of her wrist she dissipates it, turning it back to air. It leaves behind some kind of unearthly stench. What the shit was that.
She can't afford to hesitate. She grabs his wrist with her prosthetic hand - can't put the fire out on his arm, but she can keep it from burning her, at least - and deals him a roundhouse kick to the head, knocking him down, jamming her foot down on his opposite shoulder to keep him on the floor.
"Neat trick," she says. "So tell me something, Durant. What do you do with his emotions, other than imitate them?"
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"Fuck!" Iman yelps when his arm lights up, and when he lobs a fucking fireball at her head, she pivots to evade it and throws up her left hand. She's never had to use ethertheft defensively before. There is certainly a precedent for it, underground alchemical boxing matches and whatnot, but this is ridiculous, the man just created fire from nothing. With a sharp jerk of her wrist she dissipates it, turning it back to air. It leaves behind some kind of unearthly stench. What the shit was that.
She can't afford to hesitate. She grabs his wrist with her prosthetic hand - can't put the fire out on his arm, but she can keep it from burning her, at least - and deals him a roundhouse kick to the head, knocking him down, jamming her foot down on his opposite shoulder to keep him on the floor.
"Neat trick," she says. "So tell me something, Durant. What do you do with his emotions, other than imitate them?"