Catches Cleat

Cleat balled up into a mass of spiked armor, then moved all at once, with a speed that surprised me.

Not him. It wasn't his power.

The path he traveled had a logic to it- it wasn't a straight line. It was a curve.

Nearly invisible in the gloom, with no lights shining on that specific area, Trial had thrown chain to Cleat, and now Cleat was his wrecking ball.

Massive, crushing swings raked through building faces and toward the good guy capes.

Cleat came around again, whip-crack fast.

***

She was elsewhere. Swinging-

And stopping. Errors influence, no doubt. Foxtrot couldn't follow through without danger.

Balance found, back now straight, he swung the Cleat-ball in one rotation, counter-clockwise. A second rotation. A thir-

Cleat hurtled toward me as Trial used other chains to lunge in my direction, putting the flail on course to hit me.

This time my timing was right- no confusing changes in direction. Just hitting that cape-turned-weapon with everything I had, aura-wise.

Cleat uncurled, yet still flew toward me. He'd lost his grip on the chain. He'd carry forward, bounce off of things, and maim or kill everyone he contacted.

I threw up the wretch, and I caught him, full-bodied, the Wretch's arms, the Wretch's chest and faces. The impact made a sound that was almost enough to deafen me. The spikes scraped against my armor on their way down.

He hit the ground, tried to rise up, and then stumbled, landing on hands and knees.

- Beacon 8.6