He was outside one more, clearing the way as much as he could for the Sentinels. Demon gore and blood stuck to his armour and shield. At this point, he was bathing in it. But it did not slow him down.
He looked at the rampaging Titans for a moment. He needed to stop them; he could, as he was.
=]O[=
Tether Resistance: 42%
=]O[=
The device would get in the way, and the current size of his body compared to the Titan was too small. It would waste too much time.
He looked around and found a broken computer. And an idea formed.
Reaching deep into his mind, he grabbed something and exhaled softly.
Harmonic Clone
A hard copy made sound appeared far away in the corner of the room. Pickle directed the copy movements with his breathing. To the Maykrs, he was simply resting by the door, trying to catch his breath.
It barely took him a minute to use the clone to figure out the computer, and he pulled the map of the storage area of the Hebeth, sending the blueprints to him through a small backpack private connection point.
He pulled up the map, and now knew where he needed to be.
Clearing the Demons was not the hard part. Killing them never is.
The real challenge was to kill them as effectively as possible, and he was not about to let them off so easily before they died by his hands as brutally as possible.
Pickle looked at the large pipe connecting from the ground to the building. He reached out to it and ripped the steel out of the ground like it was a twig. A Baron charged at him.
Pickle: 'Came at me, bitch!'
With that thought, he charged, the sharp end of the pipe pierced the Baron's head, but Pickle's charge did not stop; he kept charging, kept moving, skewering one Demon after another on the pipe like kebab.
=]O[=
She had not intended to become muscular.
That was the official version she told herself, anyway.
The legs had required reinforcements to support her weight. Balance demanded torque. Torque demanded density. Density demanded—well—structure. One could not simply attach elegant limbs to a divine chassis without consequences.
And so, when she finally dismissed her shell and examined herself fully, the result was—
She tilted her head.
Khan:... Hm.
The flesh was brighter than expected. A vivid pink-red, almost luminous beneath the chamber lights. Organic. Warm-looking. And the musculature—
She flexed experimentally.
Her thigh responded immediately. Clean definition. Power without effort.
Khan:... Acceptable.
She decided. More than acceptable, actually. Efficient. Strong. Capable of motion she had never possessed before.
And if the shape was... broader than anticipated?
She could hide it.
Her shell would conceal everything. Smooth. Perfect. Untouched.
This form was merely... optional.
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Titan King
FanfictionEveryone is born with something. Whether it be vast intelligence, Immense Strength or Incredible speed. It can be Psychopathy for another or Kindness to others. Everyone is born with something. But the only ones who have the RIGHT to thrive! The one...
