Playing Soccer with Mom

With a bit of Wretch strength, I hurled the sphere. It crashed into the two guys on guard duty, I landed, and I kicked it, channeling about seven years of active frustration with the maternal unit into the kick.


It lost a lot of momentum by the time it struck any of the people on duty. I remembered talking to Lord of Loss's men about how his people were recruited. Were these among them?


The 'ball' that was my mother was an indestructible projectile. I kept it moving, a prelude to my own arrivals, as I plunged into each group in turn.


At the station housing the more discreet portal to Earth N, they'd noticed. People were running, some had guns and were getting to cover. Others were heading inside.


We only had seconds to get a grip on this. Which meant-


"Hit 'em!"


I kicked the ball hard, full Wretch strength. She flew through the air and collided with the lip of the roof, tearing into it.

- Heavens 12.1