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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/X3HEnmq.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=silver]𝕊𝕦𝕟: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟚𝟘, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟, 𝔻.ℂ.   / /   ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕪   / /  ~𝟙𝟚𝟝𝟘[/color][/center][hr]
The slime had reached the subnatural students’ chosen launch point by the time they had set up, the gelatinous mass creeping pulsing tendrils up the building slowly while the bulk of its body flooded the edifice carefully. In its growing mass of slime were remnants of the city and its citizens, breaking down slowly. Its rising body reached the third floor and no higher, much of its mass spread out like a sea of clear agar. Veins and capillaries led back to the massive circulation system and nervous system nestled deep inside its amorphous form, the heart easily ten times the size of an average person and the brain even larger still, at roughly triple the heart’s size. Everything beat to the rhythm of the red organ and as its center passed the building where an ambush awaited, the crucial targets passed directly beneath the window where the students were setting up, heart suspended neatly beside the brain.
 
Meanwhile, lines of gray crinkled the air at random, targeting the tallest buildings first with a certain petty vengeance. The spread was haphazard, but eventually formed a rough ring that indicated the attacking mage’s radius of effect—and the center—some seven hundred or so meters around the convention center that the slime was deliberately flowing around without touching.
 
At the evacuation point, news had yet to reach the soldiers there of the recent massacre. But by then someone else had their full attention regardless.
 
Director Zhang stood behind a ring of guards, a hint of glossy skin around her throat the only indicator that she was wearing wishalloy in the event things went wrong. Pantyhose and gloves hid the rest of the evidence that she had anything supernatural on her body, save for the large semi-automatic in her hand. Her presence, however, was enough to divert any attention from the screams and chaos transmitted over the cuffs, if anyone could even discern beyond the screams and chaos in the vicinity.
 
Injured and frightened civilians huddled in large groups as large, military vans took them away to a nearby city for recovery. Injured soldiers who had been recovered were the first to be shuttled off, quickly followed by injured citizens. The dead were set aside for the moment to ensure every van could hold the maximum number of living occupants.
 
The Director stood far in the back, having arrived shortly after Sander had charged off towards the ice giant. The appearance of Cat’s Cradle hadn’t seemed to faze her, though her grip on the magical gun tightened marginally. When she received the all-clear, she turned her attention back to the arriving students, waiting for them to turn the corner and drive into view. According to her map, they wouldn’t be long. She knew several of the soldiers with keener ears had caught the transmissions from the cuffs of the offending subnaturals. She also knew her window to stave off the retribution would be small, even for the Director of USARILN East. The public would demand some sort of recompense, and they would expect the modern equivalent of a public stoning for the students involved once news of what sounded almost certainly like civilians being attacked hit the media outlets.
 
It was a mess, and one she could potentially deal with if she could keep them out of harm’s way first. It was a matter of waiting for an investigation to finish while placating the worst of the affected. And in the ensuring chaos of the ongoing disaster, stalling for time would be simple while the capital of the government recovered. A three-pronged attack was unprecedented and she could manipulate the information to her tastes once they had a better handle on the situation. Easy enough to claim something or other in that midst had manipulation abilities. Had already taken over the humans involved. Too late for them. Politics, after all, was simply how well one could sell a lie. Following through on one’s word was optional and her influence and reputation afforded her an easy podium from which to sell almost any lie she wanted.
 
As Kadabra returned from his unsuccessful attempt to annihilate Cat’s Cradle, a spray of gray lines tried to catch him in a rough space of 20 meters wide, the timing meant to crush. Kadabra simply avoided it, moving easily out of the way and raising himself higher to survey the situation. And it became clear at once from a bird’s eye view: there was a building left completely untouched in the surging slime and a field of destruction that centered around the carefully preserved location. To test, Kadabra threw a broken roof at it. Gray lines timed their appearance and crushed the approaching projectile with ease. He threw several buildings at it. Three sets of lines appeared to intercept.
 
It was enough for him to know that the user wasn’t restricted to a single target.
 
He lifted the building itself. Lines blanketed the air around him and the two of them shot upward, Kadabra on his platform and the crusher inside the lifted convention center. Before he could rise any further, a stark naked figure jumped out of the building window, landing squarely in the slime that saved and enveloped the person, dampening the impact and absorbing the shock. Unlike the rest of the material inside the ooze, the man remained intact, buoyed upward until his head was above the surface of the slime.
 
Kadabra eyed the spreading ooze, mentally wrestling with the sentient control for a brief second and deciding not to waste his time fighting the being for manipulation of its body. He could win out, perhaps, but there was no time to hover there and engage in a battle of wills, especially not with a monster. They had nothing but conviction at that point. Instead he lifted the ground below the slime, sending entire chunks firing upwards like a gargantuan landmine had detonated below the creature, smaller pieces tearing apart arteries and slime segments alike despite several of the larger fragments unable to push through the viscous mass. Several of the shards skimmed the building from which the spotters planned to attack, scattering concrete in a brief hail on anyone near the windows. Before Kadabra could rain the shards of concrete, steel, and asphalt down for another makeshift shrapnel shot, a wall of gray lines scattered around the floating pieces and pulverized them, the resulting fine dust too small for Kadabra to pick up at that distance. Not that he would have wasted the time trying in the first place.
 
To the Precursor’s surprise, the creature’s innards repositioned itself rapidly, sliding left and right at ridiculous speeds to avoid the worst of the projectiles and taking only glancing damage from the pieces that managed to pierce properly. In response to the sudden barrage, the monster reconsolidated its defenses, piling its body back together into a larger, denser mass and threatening to envelope the spotters’ building entirely. Another wave of gray lines within its body cleared out much of the larger rubble, leaving behind a vacuous space only briefly before the slime closed its gaps.
 
An Animus who was almost a direct counter to Kadabra’s ability and smart enough to remove his clothes to prevent the Precursor from lifting him directly. It was enough to clue Kadabra in that the slime was also a subnatural. Completely lacking in human form, but certainly a subnatural. And they were working in tandem. For the moment he lifted himself out of the range, keeping the crusher’s attention with a steady fire of traffic light poles, broken building segments, and miscellaneous broken objects, forcing the Animus to repeatedly manifest wall after wall of shattering lines to prevent severe damage to both himself and the slime.
 
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