Saddler flexes his fingers, so recently deceased. Still a little stiff, but this isn't too much of a problem for now. With a feat of physics, he's managed to compact his master plaga, which is now mostly contained within his "revived" human body.
He certainly didn't expect someone would be foolish enough to attack alone. But he knows the wizard
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Yeah. That's sorta what happens here.
The Piledriver Inc. Bazookoid Mk. 2 was initally designed to blast rock out of meteors and asteroids. Jupiter Mining Corporation, remember? So when it's set on 'continuous burn', it'll bore through solid rock and space-tempered metals in a matter of seconds.
Wooden doors? Puh-LEEZE.
They don't burst in. They don't explode into tiny splinters. Nothing so dramatic. They're simply...gone. One minute there's doors, the next, the doors have literally been burned to less than ash in seconds.
And the woman holding this BFG stomps right into the Oval Office, snarling.
"Saddler."That's all ( ... )
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The rain of APL blasts she brins in along with the rest of that, however, is an uncertain viand and probably not for a gourmet.
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Anyone who's been around PINpoints long enough will recognize all of the dissipating indications of teleportation. The afterimage, the sound -- mostly masked by the bazookoid.
Nope. Did you really think it'd be that easy?
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His mouth is agape and his eyes are wide. For several frantic seconds, he does indeed fear that she vaporized him as well. Just like that, his former master is up in smoke. Gone before he could even try to negotiate with him. Gone. He's gone.
But then he does indeed recognize several delayed moments later the sound of displacement that PINpointing causes, the telltale zap and 'whumph' of air closing in on where a person or thing once was. He only teleported to safety.
...But it doesn't change the fact that Hippolyta immediately opened fire on him.
Ramon's still staring in blank, openmouthed horror between where Saddler apparently just was and Hippolyta, small sounds of disbelief being made in the back of his throat; words were impossible to form or grasp now.
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