We all stand just beyond the enemy yetu's sensory range. Buso slipped into range for only a moment to get a read on the situation. With so many people meandering about, odds are that the yetu didn't even notice Buso.
"Bad news," Buso begins. "There don't seem to be any prisoners inside at present."
My heart sinks. I was looking forward to this being the moment we confirmed that our bodies are alive. It's hard not to take the news as though Buso just announced that our bodies are dead. After all, Buso cannot see dead bodies.
"However," Buso continues, "it looks like there are only three light-furred bitu officers inside and one yetu on the roof landing. Though it won't be as easy as dropping Powa on the yetu's head from high above. They have updated security standards ever since the station was attacked earlier this salary, so there is likely to be a notu up with the yetu. Powa, have you devised a solution?"
"It sucks! But we'll have to go with it," Powa declares. "Dima, you were a Rirmevu right?"
I find the word 'were' distressing. I haven't really stopped thinking of myself as a Rirmevu, but I guess that would be the case. "Yes," I reply.
"So you have sling-based combat training versus a notu opponent?"
"Yes... but I cannot walk." I say.
"Not a problem. I'll be your legs!" Powa shouts.
"Um, is that a thing you can do?" I ask.
"Yes," Powa affirms, "I will just wrap my external body around your legs and manipulate your legs by manipulating my external body."
"Okay... but how are we going to coordinate movement?" I ask.
"That is why it sucks," Powa says flatly. "We will just have to get a little bit of practice in and communicate well."
"Communicate well... Won't it be kind of easy to take us out if we are broadcasting our movements?" I ask.
"Yes, so we are going to have to come up with coded language that only we understand." Powa says. I cannot help but feel like this is going to go poorly.
Powa continues, "Together we can fight the other notu and incapacitate ver with Suki providing us with magical support. It shouldn't be too difficult really. However, before we can fight the notu, we are going to have to take out the yetu so that they don't have a chance to fly away and get help. So here is my plan," Powa dramatically hunches over as if ve is about to tell the world's deepest darkest secret, "Suki, Dima and I will get into an adjacent building while Miya and Buso hang back to minimize arousing suspicion. Once in position, Dima will use this dart gun to snipe the enemy Yetu and then we will run across the rooftops over to the target building to engage the Notu while Buso flies Miya up to help us engage the remaining three officers."
"Okay, assuming that works out. I still have a broken rib that will make it difficult for me to maneuver." I say.
"No problem, Suki, spread the butter!" Powa says eliciting a number of confused expressions from the rest of us.
"Spread the butter?" Suki asks.
"Yeah, spread the butter," Powa says, pauses, then clarifies, "Deposit a portion of Dima's wound on to everyone with a rib turning one broken rib into a bunch of smaller greenstick fractures that we can better manage and fight with."
"Wait, what?" Miya asks.
"That is a thing that can be done?" I exclaim.
Suki narrows ver eyes at Powa, "Don't be using coded language before we've discussed it," then Suki looks at Miya and me, "Yeah that is something I can do. It's called trait magic."
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Disarm Evil
Fiksi Ilmiah**Story complete!** Dima, the disowned heir of a nobel family, and Miya the pious legacy of a family of peacekeeping giant moths, are your standard white saviors sent by god to save the people of lower society from themselves. They start their mis...
