Sean didn't have a chance, and I knew it even if he didn't.
I gave the rocketpack thrust, and aid myself at Jack. Unfortunately, that was harder than it sounds. When you're fighting soone who can grab you with his mind, a force field or so other kind of energy, you've got a couple choices -- charge straight for him so quickly that he doesn't have ti to think, or make a lot of unpredictable turns while moving at an outrageous speed.
Jack went with the latter option, making it hard for Sean to concentrate on him, and for to grab him.
Jinking left just after he crossed the street, he flew over Man-machine's neighbor's house, leaving to twist and aim in a new direction.
anwhile Chris took a couple shots at him with the laser.
Then Jack dipped downward between the houses, probably planning to stay next to the building, and shoot upward.
I opted to stay in the air, hovering above the house, guessing I might be able to move to protect Sean, or Chris.
As an idea, it panned out. As a plan, it left a little to be desired.
When Jack ca up the side of the house, he was moving too quickly for to do much of anything. I saw a blurred shape, fla, and then I saw him shoot straight toward Sean.
As he got closer to Sean, he slowed for a second, then twisted and shot off to the left, then turned right again and ca around, aiming at Sean's side.
If Sean did manage to affect Jack with his magnetic abilities, he wasn't strong enough (or maybe he was too tired) to deflect him.
Jack wobbled for a movent as he flew toward Sean, but still closed the distance, brushing Sean in the chest with his fist, and knocking him backwards through the air.
I couldn't tell whether or not Sean remained conscious, but aid myself in his direction in case he began to fall.
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As I did, two red beams cut through the night, both of them hitting Jack, but not taking him down.
I caught up to Jack before I got a good look at Sean, coming from below, and grabbing Jack's shoulder.
Sean's expression seed a little dazed, but he didn't seem to be falling.
Jack's shoulder, on the other hand, offered up more possibilities than I'd expected.
Chris' laser had burned through the armor's outer layer, and I could see wires, connections, and tal. I stuck my hand into the hole, and pulled out everything I could -- including fibers from the muscular systems underneath. The directional jets around his elbow gave a short blast and cut out.
That reminded that just about any system could have been routed nearby. I shot a sonic blast into it because it couldn't hurt.
A small popping noise rewarded for my efforts.
Jack tried to twist away, but he didn't use his right arm at all. The axe flopped next to his leg.
I stuck my hand into the hole again, this ti taking a good handful of the outside plating, and pulled.
A big chunk of the plating protecting his neck, and upper back ca away in my hand.
I threw it away, noting new pieces of the suit's underlying systems had just beco visible, and regretting that I wouldn't have ti to appreciate the nuances of how it worked.
Noticing a particularly well protected bunch of cables, I yanked them out.
The jets on his legs cut out and we began to fall.
I hung on to him, and used the rocketpack to slow our descent, bringing him to the ground on the lawn of one of Man-machine's neighbors about five doors down.
We hit hard, but he hit harder. The force of the landing knocked off his back.
Rolling, I hit a lamp -- one of those fake gaslight street lamps that so people have next to the walk to their front door.
Jack hit the walk itself, cracking the concrete.
Despite that, he began to get up, pushing upward with his left hand while his right arm hung uselessly.
I heard a whirring noise, and Chris said, "Don't move."
He pointed his laser at Jack. Jack turned back to look for the voice, and nearly fell.
He never got to reply.
A force pulled him into the air and then slamd him --
Once.
Twice.
Three tis -- into the street.
tal started to peal off him like a snake shedding a skin, removing the outer layer of armor, leaving a ss of wires, plastic and tal surrounding a man.
With the helt gone, I could see Jack Maniac's real face -- unshaven and plain looking. I'd never have noticed him on the street.
Once he had barely any armor left, Jack floated upward again, screaming.
When he got to twenty feet above the ground, Chris and I both started shouting upward at Sean, who hovered above the house next to us.
I couldn't hear what Chris said. I drowned him out with the sonics as I shouted, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to knock him out. You know he'd have done worse to you."
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