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The bomb went off in an blooming explosion of light and I kept going, lifting a foot from the first puddle and bringing it down on the next, making sure the stream of light that connected it to the tail around my shin remained all the while. I pushed on as the world around me caught flame and stay on course, my objective already decided.

The moment my fist connected with my father, I felt armor break beneath it, but all upon my own skin. I took another step as force exploded outward and my father, until now frozen like a statue, began to rise from the dirt. The next blow drove him back through the air, and the next, and the following two dozen, until I’d pushed him entirely across the field of battle and into another building. I changed tracks the next moment, footwork allowing me to change direction as my power ran its course and time slowed again.

Conquest was struggling to stand, armor shattered beneath my strikes to show altered tissue and blackened flesh. The house I’d through him into had been demolished utterly, whether by the force of his body or by my wake and he was slowly pushing himself from the rubble. I approached calmly, Tiger returning to wreath my body in a mantle of light as I stepped forward. It flashed out suddenly, so quickly that it might have seemed like the gleam of a suddenly drawn sword rather than the body of a massive creature, and then returned to me just as quickly. Conquest went down, knocked of his feet by the blow as his armor continued to splinter, and slid back as it happened again as I continued my stride. With each step I took, the Tiger lashed out at him, splintering armor and knocking him around, beating him ruthlessly such that he couldn’t even rise.