With my back to Father, I rolled away from Sloth’s sonic leap at me, “Ole!” Sloth wouldn’t be able to stop his charge, not while running as fast as he was. Without any effort, Father created a wall to lift Sloth and turn him away from his body, aiming straight for my group. With Pride out of the way of the attack, what did Father have to fear?

I clapped my hands and fired everything at Father. All the power of all the plutonium solidified itself as black matter to be launched as countless spears straight at his body. The wall, raised to divert Sloth, was raised further to block the incoming projectiles…

They pierced it like wet cardboard. Past the crumbling wall, I saw Father’s eyes widen as he attempted to transmute the incoming things. Such a shame, that. He didn’t know how to properly transmute this black material back into raw energy.