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The ocean of words encapsulated himself once more, and he knew that he had lost.

That this was undeserved.

But it still fell, more and more droplets sinking into his skin, his flesh, his organs, his bones, permeating every inch of his meat, as his silver blood carried this new stimulation into the wrinkles of his brain. New ideas were forming, indecipherable, meaningless. It oozed in, at its own apathetic pace, manifesting into yet another word.

The third gift from that sea of nonsense, from the generous vastness that cared not for his own will.

Overtime.

Would he ever grow stronger from [i]winning[/i]?
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He opened his eyes, confirming a result he was already aware of.

No, his power, his connection with Dreamcatcher, didn’t work that way, did it? It was powered by failures only. Failures that emerged even with the best of his efforts. So much planning, so much discussion, so many years spent forging his body and his mind, only for it all to be nullified by what? People whose powers gave them such strength that he’d never get close even if he pumped himself full of steroids. People who could wield a nigh infinite amount of powers just because they had ‘one’.

And then, this juggernaut of a human, capable of shredding buildings with her manifestations, even after receiving such a blow on her head. Telekinesis that could both move and completely erase matter? As well as transform into a variety of other objects, while still maintaining fine enough control that one could go from airlifting their allies quickly and quietly to crushing someone’s legs into powder?

Ah, hilarious.

With a power like that, how did he even get a sneak attack off on Hazel? What a badass. A matter destruction power like that would probably even be a match for Shane, wouldn’t it? First create a dome of that telekinetic force around her to make a nigh-impenetrable shield. Then launch attacks within to create a super mobile, super destructive tank. Maybe he was underestimating the pink-haired badass, but on the other hand…powers didn’t care for titles like ‘East’s Strongest Arbiter’.

Shane, after all, couldn’t put a scratch on the absolute invulnerability of the bloodsucker.

Perhaps he was underestimating the man though. Perhaps he was overestimating the woman though. Perhaps he was just wallowing in some strange sort of self-pity. Perhaps he should stop.

On the big screen, Hazel rose up once more, before launching herself downwards, taking down Emma instantly.

Ah, what a bad-fucking-ass. Both a terrible power and an unwavering determination, all accompanied by a stone-cold, expressionless face. He knew now that she was also the one that cleanly cut through the roof, the one that instantly destroyed all of Emma’s tulpas, the one that caused practically all the mass destruction in this fight. It had been team 4 against Hazel, and Hazel had won. Incredible! Between like and dislike, Brent figured that he liked that.

Yeah, he was going to focus on what he liked, and ignored everything else that stewed within.

Hazel’s power, her pragmatism, and her tenacity. Like.

Emma not folding over completely until all was lost. Like.

Gregory’s booby trapping, regardless of how useless. Like.

Zoe’s singular, perhaps unnecessary, save of Hazel. Like.

Sophia not getting hurt at all in this. Like.

Ernie’s rope trick. Like.

The fact that they went into this with high spirits. Like.

Brent let a deep breath hiss out from his teeth, before rolling off the cot he was in. His body was fine too. No aftereffects of getting tazed at all. Another thing to like: Christmas’s healing ability. Yeah, there was nothing to be angry or disappointed at, right? There were so many likeable things about this Flag-and-Seek match! Team 4 lost cleanly against a single individual! Switch Hazel out with someone like Marcus and things would have been way closer! It was really just the administration’s fault for tossing a heavyweight into a group of lightweights.

It was so fucking fun, making excuses when he knew that it was all his fault! When everything fell apart because he didn’t have the techniques ready to knock someone out without threatening literal death! When his power was so fucking useless in all these situations because he didn’t have the tools beforehand to do so! When he fucked up in the very beginning, or when he got everyone thinking that this would be a simple fight! When he didn’t fully consider every single possibility, or equip his allies with strategies in case he got knocked out early! When he didn’t even even even e-

[color=B0C4DE]“Hey, Lawrence, right?”[/color] he called, a smile on his face, [color=B0C4DE]“Name’s Brent. Mind handing my stuff back? Machete, gun, and phone. Don’t think there’s anything left of my pants though. Pretty interesting move, by the way, using that in place of rope. Where did you learn that from?”[/color]
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