Now, with both daggers, he swiped at the air, over and over, with no rhyme or reason. Waves of energy, thinner than razor blades, rushed out to assault him.

Lingering Will made no attempt to dodge. The rainbow blasts sliced through his thighs (the spandex tore with ease), cleaved the ground behind him, and left him sprawled as a broken existence.

Despite the flimsy nature of his armor, that didn’t mean he was weak. Quite the opposite. His legs, torn apart with an immaculately clean cut, stretched themselves back together. The two broken parts reconnected, as if never damaged at all. It filled with air, and now stood as sturdy as the man who used to wear this suit.

It reformed. No, it couldn't die yet. There was still evil in the world. There was still anger in its body.

- LetterSequence Round 5