Dodging rapid fire ballistic

The gargoyle had barely vanished before my other assailant started attacking in earnest, suddenly bombarding me with bits of gravel on rapidfire. They came at me as though from an automatic rifle, one after another after another, forcing me to dodge each as I tracked them with Atalanta’s superhuman eyesight.

That first shot, it seemed, had been made with care so as not to hit his ally. Now that there wasn’t any chance of that, he could unload on me as much as he liked and keep going as long as he had gravel to launch.

I clicked my tongue, frustrated and annoyed. Another distraction keeping me from Noelle. Another cape getting in the way of my hunt.

A Blaster, maybe? Whose power was shooting bits of gravel? That seemed kind of stupid, though. No, there’d been that pallet that had been shot at my head, too, hadn’t there? So a Blaster whose power was to accelerate objects to high speeds. Limitations? Did he need to touch them, or was it line-of-sight based? For that matter, did he have any sensory enhancements that made aiming easier?

Frustratingly, I didn’t have the answers, and what made it worse was that I was fairly sure Lisa could have given them to me, if I’d had her there.

Fine. I grunted, and a bare moment later, the barrage came to a stop — he was out of ammo. I traced the path of the last bit of gravel back to its source, just in time to see a hulking brute of a man dressed in angular red and black body armor sandwiched between two train cars reaching down to grab more gravel.