Triumvirate Tier

“Fitting in?” Miss Militia asked.

“My power,” I clarified, “is, well, uh, Triumvirate tier. Which sounds really arrogant, I know —”

“You defeated Lung by yourself,” she reminded me, not unkindly. “I don’t think that’s an unfair comparison to make.”

...

“So,” she started once the laughter had died down. “You can take on the powers and abilities of any hero from mythology, regardless of origin or culture. Yes, that certainly sounds like quite the power; calling it Triumvirate tier isn’t really a stretch.”

She tilted her head to the side a little. “Why does that make you worry about fitting in?”

“I guess…I was afraid they’d be jealous?” I fidgeted a little. “I mean, a power like mine is hard to compete with. The only cape I know of that I can compare to is, well…”

“Eidolon,” she finished for me.

...

“You probably don’t have to worry about that. You’re basically Eidolon Lite. Only an idiot or someone with more pride than sense, like Lung, would actually try anything against you.” She gave a short, quiet laugh. “Honestly, I pity the guy who tries to pick a fight against you. Siegfried is frightening enough, but he’s a pretty straightforward guy. Someone more like a wizard would be completely unfair.”

I jumped a little, startled. “How did you…”

She tapped the side of her head, grinning that Cheshire grin. “Not that hard to figure out, really. Plus, I heard some of what you were talking about with Miss M. and Armsmaster. They were right, you know. Triumvirate tier. Easily.”