F4u5t
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This little fellow here is his one true chance of a meal. Maybe a tiramisu could work for him
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Yes, but no. He used both things in the exchange. Bringing him indoors and blocking the line of sight exits meant he couldn't really use the majority of Bakuda's crazy bombs, but he still used the (the blinding one) and more conventional explosives to damage John's armor. Then he tried to stab John to death through the cracked carapace.Thanks for the chapter! Nice conclusion to the alliance, both as in the effectiveness of the organized takedowns during these last chapters and the Oni Lee fight (My fanon ridden brain thought strange that Lee was using blades instead of bombs against an armored opponent at the start, then remembered that he being a human kamikaze army with endless bomb is fandom and in canon and he's known and shown using mostly blades).
In true Worm fashion, things are going to escalate.Very curious to see where the fic goes now that the immediate threat of the ABB is gone, the alliance is done, the MC probably made some reputation from this gang war and now has apparently a diamond roll.
I got that part later on, but I meant more as in starting the fight and insisting for at least some time in using the blades:Yes, but no. He used both things in the exchange. Bringing him indoors and blocking the line of sight exits meant he couldn't really use the majority of Bakuda's crazy bombs, but he still used the (the blinding one) and more conventional explosives to damage John's armor. Then he tried to stab John to death through the cracked carapace.
My fanon brain just thought it weird cause Oni Lee = boom.There was no preamble. Oni Lee appeared in the middle of the street, and the world became a kaleidoscope of ash and steel. He went for a kill shot, a teleport directly behind me, his blades aimed at the back of my neck. They screeched against my Carapace, the impact a jarring vibration that went all the way to my teeth, the sound of knives trying to murder a gravestone. He was gone an instant later.
We weren't fighting. We were just making noise. The shriek of his blades on my armor, the useless thud of my fists on empty air. He couldn't hurt me, and I couldn't touch him.