Powers are bullshit

I appeared in the missile of the battlefield, and I formed my arms into scythes, much like the ones the Fae had. I then exploded into action, slashing and stabbing at the people around me, even as the world stopped around me. Brocktonites were in the middle of melee with the soldiers; it seemed that someone had triggered with and ability to jam guns in an indeterminate radius around them; the soldiers had simply switched to Bayonets and started murdering people that way.

***

After I'd slaughtered five hundred of the enemy soldiers, I appeared beside New Wave, and they stared as the crowd below exploded with blood and most of the army below them simply fell like marionettes whose strings had been cut.

"What the…?" Carol Dallon stared at me.

"Powers are bullshit," I said. "It's going to be cleanup in here in the Bay, and this crap is happening all over the world. I need you guys to be on your A-game here."

***

Buried