The mugger threw the child to the side, too scared to comprehend his next actions. He raised his pistol to Lingering Will, and fired once. The bullet tore clean through the fabric with little resistance. Two holes opened inside of it, front and back. Within seconds, the material stitched itself back together, as pristine and spotless as it was when it arrived.

“You are not the one… who will kill me…”

Desperate to survive, he unloaded his entire clip onto the suit of armor. Each shot made him stagger from the force of the impact, opening a swiss cheese pattern on his chest. Only when the gun clicked to signify its emptiness did the mugger realize Lingering Will stood unaffected. Its relentless anger reaches its crescendo.

- LetterSequence Round 5