Butcher's Bill 2.1

Rather than 'inelegantly' making us stake out the Teeth's hideout from a nearby rooftop, Accord had simply rented out some empty office space across the street.

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It was a little bit too far for me to be able to pick out circulatory systems through the wall, but I could see the interior of the building quite easily through the eyes of my bugs. Apparently, that was enough for Devil Child's teleportation power, because I started feeling the slight pull of a gravitational imbalance, as though I were simultaneously standing on flat ground and on the deck of a tilted ship. I focused the teleport on what looked like a lounge area, maybe a rec room; Reaver was in there watching television, and I wanted to take him by surprise before he could get himself up to speed.

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Sure enough, someone saw my bugs moving around and screamed. I turned to the group, said "Go!", and then I let my internal sense of balance finally shift. Teleporting felt a little bit like falling down a well. There was a brief moment of weightlessness, a sense of motion-but-not-motion, and then a whumph of flame as the kinetic energy of my 'landing' was transmuted into heat. I winced a little bit as the puff of flame roasted most of the bugs that I had been using to survey the area. It was a potential liability in the way that my powers interacted that I had yet to find a perfect remedy for. Still, I had been planning for it - that was why most of the bugs that I had sent to this room had been hardy, replaceable species like cockroaches, and why it was that even as I swung my makeshift club at the back of Reaver's head, all of my bees and wasps went to the other rooms in the building.

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I saw myself teleport into existence through the eyes of my surviving bugs; a slim figure in skin-tight armor, arms and legs tightly corded with muscles that had appeared almost overnight, courtesy of Mongrel's regeneration and self-alteration powers.