Only as I passed over the house did I realize that we didn't have much of a plan. I was going to attack Future Knight and they were going to do what to the water elental guy?
Too late to stop now.
In the streetlights' illumination, I could see Travis, Jaclyn, and Cassie standing in the street. All of them were up to their knees in white stuff that reminded of shaving cream or possibly ringue.
Future Knight stood on the sidewalk, talking with Water.
Not good.
I didn't want to end up within arm's reach of both of them.
I dove toward Future Knight, taking the most direct route that allowed to avoid power lines and low hanging branches, bobbing and weaving in the air to make it just a little harder if he tried to shoot .
I hit him going more than two hundred miles per hour, grabbing him with both arms and dragging him down the sidewalk, sparks flying. Then I cut the power and we both hit the concrete, him first, tumbling over each other I don't know how many tis, and finally ending up lying on our backs about ten feet apart.
We made it to our feet at almost the sa ti. He began to draw his oddly wide barreled pistol.
I jumped for him, catching him before the gun's barrel had left the holster.
I aid my jump for just behind where he stood, making him stumble backward when I landed. Grabbing his right arm with both hands, I moved my right hand toward the gun and we struggled for control, sohow firing into the air.
A long line of a white substance shot out -- kind of like of Silly String only thicker and not green. I didn't see where it landed.
He punched in the side twice. It didn't hurt much.
I managed to get a get a grip on the gun, and pulled. I had it. Then I threw it away as hard as I could, paying no attention to where it went until I heard a crashing noise.
I'd broken the picture window of a house a few doors down from my grandfather's.
Great.
During my mont of distraction, he punched again.
Deciding I wanted to end it quickly, I punched for his face. The faceplate had been a weak point last ti.
I didn't see exactly how he did it, but he grabbed my arm before it reached him, twisted it, and sent tumbling toward the ground.
I looked up to find him pulling his sword out of its sheath. The edge of the blade glowed white. I raised my arm and did what I should have done before. I aid for the face and blasted him with the sonics.
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Unfortunately, I didn't hit the faceplate. The sword shivered during the blast, but didn't break. Still, he stopped to check it which was enough ti for to send the rockets so fuel and slide halfway across the street.
I stood up and then flew upwards even as he ran towards , sword still in hand. On the off chance that it could actually pierce my armor, I decided that I would keep so distance -- but not so much distance that he would try the rifle on .
I landed next to a flowerbed on a lawn about ten feet behind him even as he turned around.
This ti I activated the sonics on both arms, hoping that at least one of them would hit the faceplate.
They rewarded with the familiar spiderweb of cracks and completely opaque white spots I'd created the last ti. I only needed to punch through and knock him out. Unfortunately, he still held the sword as if he believed it could actually hurt .
I decided not to chance the possibility that he knew his stuff. Grabbing a rock from the flowerbed, I threw it at him.
I missed. It flew past him, crashing through the garage door of the sa house where I'd broken the window with the pistol.
"Still afraid of ?" He asked. "The first Rocket would have taken out by now. Don't you feel like there's sothing wrong?"
He started walking toward , but not, I noted, with the sa confidence he'd had earlier.
My second rock knocked him over.
As he fell, I jumped forward, my eyes on the sword and the arm that held it. I dove onto him, grabbing his arm and pushing it to the street. It felt like trying to pull the pistol out of his hand before, but with one difference. This ti I knew my suit was stronger than his.
Pulling his fingers apart, I grabbed the sword, the white glow disappearing as I handled it, and tossed it a short distance. It landed point first, falling to the road.
"Are you going to kill now? Don't do it. You'll kill an innocent man. You don't know the whole story. You've been brainwashed by the --"
I punched through the faceplate, knocking him unconscious. How many other mories had the mayor modified? How many other people would I have to hurt?
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