Some examples of bombs I think

Putting an elbow on an armrest, my father rested a cheek against his fist and smiled down at me. His other hand was making slight circular motions as a roughly spherical shape composed mostly of metal put itself together above his fingers. And then, something began to rise around my father’s throne in carefully controlled streams. It was almost like mist except colored like—

I traced it back to the cylinder my father had removed from his back, which was all but spewing the many-colored mist.

Fuck.

“Just so you know, if you’re gonna use Dust, I’m gonna use Dust,” My father said as the powder flowed into the sphere and it completed itself before dropping into his hand. He flung it at me like a ball even as I went to dodge, but there was a sudden wave of…something as it abruptly exploded. It wasn’t pressure or light or even anything in the way of heat, just an odd sensation like hot water cooling on my skin.

And then, all of a sudden, my dad’s production began to accelerate, putting together objects with blinding speed as if time was moving faster around him.

No, I thought. That wasn’t right.

It was just that time had been slowed around me.

It was hard to describe how it felt. For me, time didn’t appear to be passing any differently within the sphere my father’s bomb had created—but I could feel the world outside it, still, thanks to my Elementals. And the sudden flood of information, the hastened motions of the wind, everything…it made me sure that I was the one moving slowly.

I wasn’t entirely certain how that worked, exactly. I mean, I knew about my father’s Semblance, of course, and how it lent itself well to the construction of complex things—I wasn’t sure if that was a part of the Semblance or a natural expression of it, but I’d heard enough stories to be aware either way. I even knew about my father’s skill with machinery and explosives and his…well, history using them.

But I’d never considered that he’d be able to make a literal *time* bomb.