Blunted Thunder Feat splatters a Panacea clone.

I was moving before I even realized what I was doing, and suddenly I was standing in front of Glory Girl, shifting the bone spear up and over my shoulder, where it would pass harmlessly over Glory Girl’s head instead of taking it off. Reflex more than intent pulled my other arm back, and it was only my brain catching up with me that let me blunt the Thunder Feat that I unloaded into Not-Amy’s gut.

It wasn’t enough.

Horrified realization shot through me as Not-Amy’s torso exploded from the blow, showering the ground behind her in droplets of vivid, glistening red. My stomach roiled in protest.

I’d just killed her.

“Amy!” shouted Glory Girl. “Apocrypha, you bitch!”

But Not-Amy just looked at me, the blood pouring down her chin sinking back into her flesh like water into the desert sand, and gave me a frustrated scowl.

“Every time I think I’ve got a handle on it,” she said, despite her shredded lungs, “you go and remind me just how bullshit you are.”