Cutting power

[Rain can cut Endbringer bodies in half]

“Uh.  Mine is a blaster power,” Rain said.  “It’s pretty mediocre.  I shoot things or people and they’re vulnerable to being broken for a short while after.  To put it simply.”

(Flare 2.6)

*

Leviathan, nonstandard cardiac, nervous systems: irregular biology. No standard organs or weak points. No brain, heart or center of operations for rest of his body.

Irregular biology, no vulnerable organs: body divided into layers, extending down to hyperdurable core body, each layer down is slightly more than twice as durable as previous. Exterior skin is hard as aluminum alloy, but flexible, lets him move. 3% deeper in toward core of arms, legs, claws, tail, or .5% in toward core of head, trunk, neck, tissues are hard as steel. 6% in toward core of extremities or 1% toward core of main body/head, tissues strong as tungsten. 9% toward core of extremities, 1.5% toward core of main body, head, tissues strong as boron. 12%-

(Extermination 8.x)

*

"Have you read the notes on what I told Alexandria after Leviathan’s attack?  About the density of Leviathan’s body?”

Miss Militia nodded.  “Higher density as you penetrate deeper to the core, to the point that it bends the rules of how molecules and atoms should work.  It makes sense.  Armsmaster had a molecule-severing weapon that couldn’t cut through all of Leviathan’s hand, and it explains why nearly all the damage we do is so superficial.”

(Queen 18.3)

*

She showed him the phone as he lay there, panting.

he still at full strength. shouldn't be. he's an onion, inner rings progressively tougher. next 15% way tougher than rest combined.

they regen slower as damage is further from center. simurgh core not in human body. decoy. prob in join of biggest wing instead. Is why body fragile n slow to heal.

She shrugged, her eyes on the screen, thumbs typing on the onscreen keyboard. She raised the phone.

can try. prob wont work. dense enough 2 fuck wit time n space there.

(Interlude 24.y)

*

The Simurgh rose up, toward the hole in the ceiling.  I flew us to meet her.  The golden beam lanced out beside me, carving out a line in the Simurgh’s leg.

“Blade!” I called out to Rain.  I positioned an open mouth at his wrist, letting his hand out, teeth grazing his skin.

He created the blade.

The Simurgh twisted in the air, staring at us with eyes that had nothing to them.  One silver eye, and one perfect silver orb in a badly tarnished silver skull framed by wisps of hair.

(....)

We closed the distance, and the blade met the Simurgh’s silver flesh, carving out a shimmering silver line, so close in color that it looked like there was no line at all.  From shoulder to back, to hip.

There was a dull rumble as more of our surroundings tore away, ready to smash us, and I decided to make the call.  To break away, to say this is enough.

I couldn’t drop Rain, or risk losing him, which meant I had to use me.  I kicked out, hard, my foot meeting the silver line.  It flared, bright, and the Simurgh’s wings spread out around us, until they were ninety percent of what I could see.  The pain of the jolt reaching my ribs and collarbone made my vision split.  I couldn’t see straight.

(....)

Below us, more than half of the Simurgh’s body, including one arm, some smaller wings, and both legs, lay on the basement level of the facility.  The accumulated damage from the Wardens, Rain, the beams, and the temperature shifts had added up enough for it to break away entirely.  It lay there, limp and still.

The rest of her had slipped away.

(Last 20.7)

*

Wildbow WoG (2015): Endbringers regenerate (and regenerate faster as you get closer to the middle of their bodies) and fight at peak capacity so long as their core remains intact (keep in mind that you're effectively having to dig through a spiral galaxy's equivalent of matter to reach the core in the first place).

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[Cradle can cut through Victoria's forcefield, bypassing its durability entirely]


The rocket launcher.


I flew, putting myself in the way of the rocket, Wretch active.


They fired. Pulling the trigger when a target presented itself, instinct more than smarts.


It was loud, but the upper ends of the sound were dampened by the forcefield, making it sound more like a loud noise from a television that couldn't be set to an ear-hurting volume. Heat and fire rolled around the Wretch and surrounded me, and as the Wretch went down, the air exchanged that had been protected along with me mixed in violently with the hot air immediately beyond it. My hair stirred and I was reminded of how much my mouth, nose, and scalp hurt.


The blast had been unexpectedly close to them, I was pretty sure. Most of the people in that group were reeling now.

(Polarize 18.3)

*

It wasn’t a bullet I had to worry about.  I was flying, thinking I was safe, when lines began to appear.  Silvery, but crisp, like slices in reality, reaching well over the building.

Not meant for me, but dangerous all the same.  I flew past one, and the Wretch had a limb extended.  I felt the Wretch get sliced, felt the dim sensation that was the Wretch’s extended being part.  The forcefield didn’t collapse.  It cut.

A gaping hole in my forcefield, now, where there had been a bit of torso and shoulder.

(Heavens 12.7)