SW Scion

Scion held back on shooting again, instead charging himself with power.  When he released it, it manifested as a slow radiance, a sphere of light that expanded from him in slow motion.  The tear in reality dissipated, and everything the light touched stopped.  Shifting clouds went still, objects that were flying through the air ceased moving and simply fell, and the ambient noises of destruction, fire and fighting was replaced by an all-too brief silence.  Even the Simurgh’s song, Krouse realized, had momentarily stopped.

Migration 17.2

> > One strike of palm against palm, and the shockwave swept past us as if in slow motion, moving past every portal in the area that was still open.  It passed through flesh, and it stilled.

> > It was the same effect he’d used to quiet Leviathan’s waves, the same effect that had frozen floodwaters in their tracks and the same ability that had given him so much presence.

> > Objects in motion stopped.  Portals winked out, warm things plummeted in temperature, cell and neural activity was interrupted.  Blood stopped in people’s veins.

> > Every cape that had been touched by this stillness dropped to the ground, lifeless.

> > I could feel the horror that was experienced by the bystanders.  I knew that, given the choice, most would be running.

> > But there was no reaction.  Each and every one of them was grim, resolute, taking care of their injuries, getting to people who could tend to them or helping others.

> > Rank and file, a dozen capes with electricity powers entered the area with the capes who’d succumbed to the stillness.

> > They’d stopped, and an object at rest remained at rest.  I just- I needed to get them moving again.

> > A jolt, the electricity controlled by the capes in question.

> > Nothing.

> Speck 30.5