"Qubit! That's no way to intimidate a lady," he hears the snide synthetic voice intone. "Have you tried severing her hands?"
"Shut up!" Qubit snaps. There's no time to think, he has to act! "That wasn't a request! Drop it and run, if you value your life!"
A bright blue-green light fills his eyes, and he whips his hands toward the nearest wall - in response, a panel bulges outward, then pops off and clatters to the floor as he telekinetically rips out the electrical system behind it, twisting and warping it to spec as if it were no more durable than wet clay. The light fixture directly above them goes out with an audible POP, leaving the immediate area dark except for the dim ambient light of the atrium - and the bright, eerie light cast by Qubit's power.
It'll take about ten seconds to come together - slower than usual, for him - but whatever it is, it's cylindrical, opaque, and slightly larger than a human head.
It's well beyond his safe limit in both size and complexity, and the cost hits him hard and fast. Pain shoots up his arms like lightning, through his skull like an electric spike, and for a terrifying second his vision blurs, and he knows he'll black out if he so much as blinks - but somehow, whether it's through determination or simple stubbornness, he keeps his eyes open. Gritting his teeth, he forces his focus to stay in the machine and complete it -
The light from his power goes out abruptly, and the cylinder clangs to the floor. As Qubit bends to retrieve it, though, the leg Patch kicked earlier buckles, and he falls to one knee, breathing heavily, holding the cylinder to keep himself upright. Modeus's dry laughter echoes in his ears, or - in his head? - "Ha! Well, would you look at that?"
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"Shut up!" Qubit snaps. There's no time to think, he has to act! "That wasn't a request! Drop it and run, if you value your life!"
A bright blue-green light fills his eyes, and he whips his hands toward the nearest wall - in response, a panel bulges outward, then pops off and clatters to the floor as he telekinetically rips out the electrical system behind it, twisting and warping it to spec as if it were no more durable than wet clay. The light fixture directly above them goes out with an audible POP, leaving the immediate area dark except for the dim ambient light of the atrium - and the bright, eerie light cast by Qubit's power.
It'll take about ten seconds to come together - slower than usual, for him - but whatever it is, it's cylindrical, opaque, and slightly larger than a human head.
It's well beyond his safe limit in both size and complexity, and the cost hits him hard and fast. Pain shoots up his arms like lightning, through his skull like an electric spike, and for a terrifying second his vision blurs, and he knows he'll black out if he so much as blinks - but somehow, whether it's through determination or simple stubbornness, he keeps his eyes open. Gritting his teeth, he forces his focus to stay in the machine and complete it -
The light from his power goes out abruptly, and the cylinder clangs to the floor. As Qubit bends to retrieve it, though, the leg Patch kicked earlier buckles, and he falls to one knee, breathing heavily, holding the cylinder to keep himself upright. Modeus's dry laughter echoes in his ears, or - in his head? - "Ha! Well, would you look at that?"