A/N: Few notes I have before you start reading, although you are entirely free to ignore the and follow on with the story. Most of worm and avatar stories start the same way. It's a grinding fest where both main characters have to learn how to use their powers, takes too long to go anywhere because there's no actual plot, and dies before there's even a decent fight. Well, there you go. Here you have a story that takes that habit right out of the window. Killing two birds with one stone.

Well, sorta. Whether or not I have written a decent fight is up for debate, but at least I got to the leviathan fight. Relatively speaking, few manage to get that far, even if I cheated. Anyway, there you. The avatar, after all, doesn't need to master the four elements to enter the avatar state.

Also, since the avatar is lost in the avatar state, we aren't able to see the fight through his eyes. Skitter and Dragon will do the favor of witnessing the battle for us. Enjoy.

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My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, when people didn't run around in latex costumes, colored masks, dressed up as their alter egos they had made up a night ago. It was a time when people took the fight by and to themselves. An age where wars were fought by those unmasked, the common men, women, and if the need arose, children too. A time where each and every citizen struggled with purpose, when their contribution was indeed what made every effort, every mission, and every task possible to be surpassed.

A few decades ago everything changed. A golden man brought down a new era, one where some individuals had naturally a much greater power over others than most. An era that simply turned everything humanity had fought for back on its tracks. Now, some people were special. 'Capes' as they to themselves. Some behaved even like royalty despite everything our ancestors had done in history to put down the right of might. But a force of nature came to balance their egos, to shift the scales and put those blessed with power on their knees. Shame it took us mortals down with them.

The Endbringers.

And when Leviathan came to our home, Brockton Bay, little did I know everything was about to change once again.

Water. Earth. Fire. Air.

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-Isabella Flores

"Please, move calmly and in orderly fashion to the closest—"

Th sirens were loud, and as we got closer to another shelter, we started hearing the policemen trying to control the pace of the crowd. My brother, James, and I had been to two shelters already, and just like many of the people around us, we were getting scared shitless, afraid of being left out as most spot were being filled out quicker than we could reach them. Half an hour ago, the clouds cold be seen in the horizon, but now, they were all but upon us. The clock was ticking, I could hear it in my soul, its tick and tack slowly but surely bringing destiny to meet us.

The crowd jerked back and forth, people yelled as they stepped on one another, and my brother and I pressed our hold on each other's hands, so we wouldn't get separated. I could hear dogs barking furiously as the atmosphere grew more and more oppressive, people shouting and reasoning all the way they could to get on in the front and enter the library.

The shelter was, supposedly, beneath it. I wasn't sure, since I had never come to one of them. I had no idea, no clue on how to proceed, and my heart felt pressed by both my fear and hesitation. I didn't have a clue, and I felt lost. My brother, however, made sure to keep things going. He would keep pulling me along the crowd, but mostly in silence in the mist of the cacophony. He was too polite, too gentle to yell at others, to make up excuses as to why he and I should be let forward. And yet, he was doing his best to make sure we would make through.

He would look at me after every 20 seconds, look me in the eyes and make sure I was still there. He was so scared, but so was I, and I knew that he would look at me to find strength to press on. I couldn't feel more embarrassed, as I let him guide the both of us through a mad crowd.

The sirens continued, louder and louder as the air got colder. As the clouds arrived over the city, the sun finally disappeared, its last ray of light now kept away by what felt to be an impenetrable wall, a cloud so dark that you would believe there to be an ocean inside.

"Isa!" my brother looked at me, his eyes desperate, and he pulled with so much strength that for a second, I thought my hand would crack.

I jerked forward, and he took hold of me by my waist before finally sliding me across himself and putting me in front of him. Before I even realized, we had gotten to the main door, and James anted to make sure I would get in first. My body was numb, still paralyzed, only my legs working as my brother would pull and push for me in his efforts to stride forward one more step.

The ground shook, and with it, a loud sound erupted through the city's streets. The people around us shrank, and so did as we took our hands to our ears. Afterwards, chaos thrived. It made it seem the previous situation organized, as now people were literally jumping over the others, stepping over anyone in their path to get inside the shelter. Their faces, their desperation, the dread, the fright, the anger, and the rage. Families fought one another to get inside the building, children cried, and I saw couples lose sight of one another.

But my brother's hand held mine firmly. As if a fact, an unchangeable truth, he held on to me with such determination I knew I did no possess. Had this depended on me, we would have gone separate ways long ago. I didn't have in me the strength. Seeing people turn against one another, seeing society crumble as the masses became desperate—what was our world built on?

We lived in fear, every day, of an Endbringer knocking down on our city. Our communities thrived under the shadow of the colossus, our hearts skipping a beat at the passing of the clock, ready to turn against the whole world, be friends or not, if it meant surviving one more day.

I wasn't sure if the stress had gotten to me, or if it had been but the rain as it started pouring down. My cheeks fell the streaks of water sliding down my skin as I felt breathless. I wanted this all to end, I wanted this all to stop. I wanted to go back a day, tell my family what was about to happen so we could hop on a car and run away before everyone else.

Why hadn't we tried that today nevertheless? Just taken a car and leave the premises of the city? It seemed that the entire city had god damn gotten the same idea of sing the shelters, so were the main roads empty? Could they be?

I was shaken suddenly, my brother James holding my arms as he stared at me terrified.

"Isa, get a hold of yourself! Mom and dad probably made into their shelters, and now so we have too!" his voice was cracking, and half the words were jumbled in a mess. But he kept looking at me, while never stopping pushing forward.

I nodded perhaps too furiously, but I didn't have any control. I didn't feel as if I had any really.

We, that is, he kept pushing me forward and before I realized, we were at the library's entrance door frame. That was when we heard a voice out of the sirens, one that filled us all momentarily with dread.

"Warning, this shelter is almost at full capacity. Warning, for you safety, follow Becken Avenue to the next shelter at its cross with Rudolf Street. Warning—"

There were more screams, but now in the cacophony, we could hear the sounds of building being toppled off in the distance, together with the loud bang of waves crashing against the structure of the city. The clock was ticking—

And then, with no notice, I was pushed beyond what I thought possible. My brother had held on me and forced through, putting me at the forefront and letting me fall inside the building, him following right after.

"Warning, this shelter is almost at its full—this shelter is at its full capacity."

The shouting got even more violent, if that was possible, but it didn't matter. I sighed in great relief, and my muscles grew dormant as if a weight had been taken away from my shoulders.

"It's not over." James said in a whisper, as he took me, pulled an arm of mine over his shoulder, and dragged me along. We followed the crowd, finally finding the stairs, and we went down, step by step. The city would shake every once in a while, but you could tell that nevertheless the people here inside were obviously calmer.

Despite the nigh apocalypse, being inside a bunker apparently calmed people, or at least, they had tired themselves after the adventure to get inside the shelter. Quite possible, honestly, as no one seemed to have the strength to raise their voice more than a few notches. There were numerous whispers and mutterings, but that was all. People were sitting at different sections of the large underground room, and my brother and I found a corner to sit.

I was the first of us to drop on the floor, curling around my knees with my hands shanking. My brother kept himself standing for a short while at first, but eventually he gave in and he let himself rest besides me.

"You okay?" I asked him meekly, my voice barely registering even to my ears.

James nodded. "Fuck this."

"Yeah." I said, "Definitely fuck this."

"Mom and dad probably found a shelter, so no need to worry."

I frowned. "How do you know?"

He pulled his phone out, even though it had no signal. "Between the time they told us they had gotten to the shelter and the time we got in here, we would've received a message. They made it." He gave me a thumbs up.

"James," I whispered.

"Hum?"

"Sorry."

"You're welcome." Was all he said.

Time passed, and there we were for what felt like hours. Every second feeling like an year, every minute feeling like a millennia. Tremors would hit us frequently, but they were at a distance, we could tell. Between the sound coming from upstairs and feeling the shake, I could guess it wasn't close, or at least too close.

However, I felt my brother growing restless. His fists were clenched, and while before he seemed to be relaxing, he was now more agitated. His breathing grew ragged, and he eyed our surroundings with the utmost suspicion.

The ground shook and the walls seemed to quiver, dust coming out of the concrete over our heads. This time it had been closer, much closer.

"James, come on. It's fine." I told him. He nodded absently, an I felt the need to look at where his eyes were pointing. There were dozens of people around us, and none of them I could recognize. There were families, a few with babies on their arms, some with children between the age 5 and 10, and some young teens. Some old geezers around us too, but most were adults in their prime. Close to anyway. I wasn't sure I could recognize the difference between late 20s and early 40s or 50s. At least not now, when my head kept aching from the anxiety.

For some reason, my brother wasn't getting any better. His breathing was getting ragged and his lips were pressed thin. That was suddenly he pressed a hand on the floor, and he seemed to scare himself as he took it off almost immediately. He looked at his own pawn with the utmost awe, but at the same time confusion.

"James? You okay?" I asked him, and he looked at me with both his eyebrows arched up.

"Yeah, I suppose just some… old habits."

"Habits?"

"I'm not sure." He answered curtly.

I didn't prod further. In fact, I couldn't care to prod further. My head was only getting worse with all the stress built up and I dug my face on my knees. I just wanted everything to be over.

That was when I heard my brother breath in a scare. I looked his way quickly, and I realize some people close to us did the same too. He looked ghastly.

James whispered, "He's closer—"

"Don't scare the peo—"

The ground shook once again, but this time, the tremor and the sound were much closer. Much deadlier than before, and we heard the concrete crack.

Water started pouring in at no small pace. We both got up and the room was flooded, and suddenly, our feet were under water. Like we had gone back in time, like we were again in the middle of the crowd at the library's entrance, chaos returned. People were starting to shout, yell, and some went up the stairs, but it seemed the door had been jammed.

Others found cracks on the wall, the source of the water perhaps, and stated pulling some sandbags from god knows where, placing them one over the other in the hopes of stopping the leak. More and more people helped bringing the sandbags, and my brother made a move to join the effort. Against all my will, my selfishness prevailed, I stopped him from leaving me. I couldn't move and I couldn't let him go. He looked at me, a stare I felt to be painful to bear, and he stood besides me understandingly.

I stood close to him, my arm entangled with him as my panic grew, and he placed an arm around my shoulder. I leaned in and dug my face on his shoulder. I didn't start to cry, I felt like I couldn't with so many kids around me. I couldn't panic, at least not too hard, but as the water went up our legs, it felt like a harder thing to do.

"It's going to be okay." His voice cracked under the obvious dishonesty, and I laughed.

I'm not sure how long we were standing, having only the water height increase to tell me that our time was growing shorter, until eventually, we heard a loud sound. Metallic too, and before I knew people were leaving the shelter. Had the door been opened? Bugs had gotten in too, so that probably meant that it had happened.

People started moving out. Now, as I felt some good measure of relief, I got a better picture of those around us. The crowd had dogs and cats over their shoulder, most kids were being held high too due to the water now at waist level, while a few were on pajamas, and bathrobes too. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I let out a chuckle. The stress had clearly gotten me, but we kept moving, my brother and I, and I couldn't help but feel happy at the prospect of not drowning.

However, it was then that everything changed, and it did for the worse. As the dim natural light reached us, we saw what no men or women deserve to see up close. A creature at least 20 feet tall, covered in green scales and four eyes weirdly distributed around his face, and a tail as long as his height, if not greater. And the monster was close, until he got too close, and his tail swept forward with both the delicacy and precision of a whip.

The crowd at our left fell in pieces, and so did part of the center. People who were standing fell lifelessly on the ground. Screams took over as the survivors from the front line pushed us back into the shelter, but my eyes knew what they were seeing. My brother pulled me behind him, but he didn't want me to stay there. He pushed me with strength, and his eyes crossed mine. He was asking me to run, to use himself as a shield. And despite his pleading eyes, despite the order he had given me with his arms pushing me away, I stood firm perhaps for the first time since we were warned of Leviathan.

Leviathan's tail was coming back from the recoil, and the monster had his chest pointed right at us. With a presence of divine will, he put forward his tail once again in what can only be described as the last thing you will ever see.

I forced myself forward, the people running around us back into the shelter, and I hugged my brother, closing my eyes and, despite unwillingly, made myself ready for the end. Despite my shut eyelids, however, I saw something. A blinding blue light was all I sensed, as my vision was overtaken by its shine, and my ears were deafened by a current of air.

And suddenly, I wasn't holding my brother anymore.

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-Taylor Hebert

"Laserdream down, CB-10."

The mass of civilians pushed through, screaming and shouting in panic, death staring right at them as Leviathan raised his tail. They trampled over one another in terror, and I wondered of how many more were hurt simply due to the stampede.

I was forced back, with no strength to hold my own against the furious crowd and I was inevitable pushed back against the cold hard wall. As his tail returned forward to cut down these people just as it had done so against many capes, to take the life of all the terrified men and women, a blinding light forced me to look away. But that wasn't enough. I had to put my arms in front of me, cover my face while my eyes were shut close as much as I could, and in a desperate reflex I reached out to any bugs around me, in the hopes of sensing what was happening.

That had been a mistake.

I felt them around, but just as me, they had been caught completely unprepared. They were as disoriented and lost as I was, and their input into my brain forced me to shut myself off from them. Consequently, I momentarily lost track of my bugs inside Leviathan's wounds as I closed my connection as best as I could.

And then the force of the wind came. Suddenly, even through my costume, I felt the air twisting, running away from my lungs as it rapidly gained speed, as if it was desperately trying to fill a vacuum. I too, I realized, was dragged off the wall as I failed to feel it behind me.

I dared to open my eyes, my arms still covering most of my vision, my hands in fists ready for whatever was to come. I mean, I knew I had no chance, not even the slightest against an Endbringer, but I wasn't dying quietly.

What I saw left me stumped, and I wondered if that was how those who first witnessed Scion felt. The light had dimmed, but it was still present, and colored our surrounding with a blueish hue. The source was none other than a lonely figure, standing between Leviathan himself and the running civilians. And was there someone else? Perhaps, a figure was on his knees close to him. Maybe a woman, though I couldn't make out details.

My vision was still disturbed, but I was able to see, to make out the simpler details. The central figure had a stance, one foot forward and the other behind, and his arms spun around his shoulders, coming together and finally, all that tension held in the air was freed.

As if the weight of the world had been taken of all our shoulders, the force in the air, the suspended pressure that blocked my ears and harmed my lungs was disheveled. The figure pushed his arms forward, and as Leviathan was ready to charge him, a torrent of air made itself real in front of all of us, pushing the very fabric of space forward with its momentum.

The vacuum it created pulled us all forward, but that hadn't taken my eyes out of what was about to happen. When Leviathan met the man's strike airborne, we heard the clash, and saw the result. The 30 feet tall creature was thrown away, crashing against the other end of the street and into the remains of a building.

Since I had been dragged closer to the figure, I could now make out the person on the ground besides, one of the few still living in a sea of dismembered corpses. A girl, maybe slightly older than me, but I didn't recognize her, and she was looking at the man, no, he too was young. He was close to our age, though it didn't feel like it, but his posture held on even after dealing the blow to Leviathan and he faced the battleground in front of him resolutely. If he was scared, if he was terrified, if he was cowered, then he gave none of that away, although having his eyes shining with light did probably wonders to hide his emotions.

Then suddenly he turned around, placing a hand over the girl's shoulder. I couldn't hear anything, my ears still ringing from his earlier outburst with air, but I managed to make out their expressions. He held on to a determined face, although now I could make out a frown, as well as and other marks in his expression that clued me, even without Tattletale's guess, that he was angry. The girl, in an entirely opposite fashion, broke. Tears streaked down her face as I couldn't piece out what was happening between them.

Moments ago, I had looked at the man as the second coming of Scion, but now I was faced with a crying girl, who looked at him so desperate. Did they know each other? Had he been a cape which had run away from the fight? Maybe she did not want him to join us against Leviathan, risking his life? I couldn't help but feel my temper rise at that thought, despite knowing I couldn't just assume such. Still, the thought that someone like him was hidden… how many lives could've been saved if he had joined us earlier?

Before I knew, he had jumped off the ground and out of the library, but this time, the air around him had been gentle, raising him above everyone else. With him out in the street, our surroundings grew dimmer as his blue light left away with him. I took look at what he left behind. A girl in a dark sea of blood, with twisted and carved bodies in the utmost immediacies.

I didn't dare to move, not yet, as I made myself aware of the bugs in our surroundings and checked the perimeter. After getting an acceptable number under m control, I crawled timidly, afraid of attracting any attention from the titans outside. Little by little, I made way, my bugs keeping me informed of the situation on the street, until I finally got into a better position to see what was happening outside with my own eyes.

The ground shook, and Leviathan jumped out of the destroyed concrete and onto the street, and like a Spanish bullfighter, the mysterious cape twisted himself with grace and out of the way as Leviathan threw itself right where his enemy previously was. He landed some yards away, enough that I couldn'y see him in my field of vision from the library. I hadn't need to worry though, because soon enough the fight returned to us much to my displeasure.

The ground under us rattled and rose up, and I saw the library slightly twisting as columns rose to meet the ceiling and hold the structure. At the same time, however, large slabs of stone were propelled at a low angle out of the floor and into the street, right at Leviathan. The man's aim proved true. Leviathan was readying himself for another attack with his tail, and probably didn't expect an attack from his flank when his opponent was right in front of him.

The stones hit him right at his sides, striking the monster with unimaginable momentum, and pushing it into the buildings at the other side of the street, buried under tons and tons of debris and rocks.

Leviathan, unfortunately, proved himself once again immensely resilient. Little to no time after being buried, he shot through the buildings, which collapsed in a domino effect as he no doubt destroyed the little that was left of their support and finally left my field of vision together with the cape. Afterwards, I could only hear the battle. Well, I heard both their clash and the sobbing of the girl on her knees.

I stood up somewhat slowly, taking care to not loose balance due to the fatigue. I realized that after this extreme exposure of action, it was a miracle I had left it unscathed, but I had made it. I managed a step forward, and then another, and then a third one. More confident on my ability to stand, I moved quicker. On my way to the girl, I saw the bodies of Impel and Apotheosis, and I took the liberty of borrowing Impels armband. I didn't think he would miss it very much,

Pressing it down, I opened communications, "Leviathan's just left the shelter at CB-10."

"Who's he fighting? And unmasked?" Chevalier replied.

I made it close to the girl, and although I couldn't be sure, it didn't hurt to ask. "Who's he? Who's the cape?"

She turned her face and stared at my eyes, her words difficult to make out among the hiccups, "My brother—is not a cape."

At first, I assumed her brother simply hadn't filled her about all details of his life, just like I had done with my father, and I momentarily felt the weight of guilt. Could I leave my father in the same state as this girl if I made him face the truth about me?

"Please, save him!" she shouted suddenly, rising and pulling me by my shoulders, and I noticed something was off. "He's not, there's no way!" the girl continued desperately.

No matter how different she was physically from dad, I started hearing his vice together with hers, hitting me with a wave of nausea. Was this what would happen with my father?

But the girl kept shaking me, "Please, you're a hero, right? Right? Please, be our hero!"

Her pleas shook me, and I felt her desperation, and mostly important, she remembered me why I had become a cape. Damn it. After all this time, joining the Undersides in the hopes of betraying them, doing the hard and dangerous work in order to save justice, putting myself at risk for what was right?

Wasn't this the same?

"I will." The words left my mouth before I could censor such ridiculous promise.

But the elation of taking up the fight, the good fight in fact, woke me up. It was then that I realized what had probably happened. The worst day of this man's life, her brother, the most despicable memory he would ever have, I had just witnessed it.

"Was his mask destroyed?" I heard the question again from Chevalier.

No. It was much simpler. After all, all of us capes had gone through this one day. Just like me back in the locker, I wasn't wearing any mask just because I had gained powers.

I pressed the communications button again, "He's unmasked because he just triggered."

"His name is James." The girl supplied to the armband.

I nodded to her, and I think she got the message. If I was to do something, I had to start moving. I left the building and entered the destroyed street, finding on the way every bug that was alive. I followed the trails of 'James' and Leviathans' fight with my eyes and a swarm started shaping besides myself.

I had a job to do.

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-Dragon

I had made sure Armsmaster would receive as much help as he needed to not bleed out. Of course, he needed more than just that, but with resources running thin, I had to make sure he wasn't being prioritized over those who couldn't stand to be left waiting. At least for now. At the same time, I kept good control over the other teams. Many shelters were being faced with fluids, and now that Leviathan was busy, it was a chance to help those who weren't going to make it unless immediately addressed, and those were many.

With that being taken care of by a good amount of my 'person', I took another task in parallel, one that was both crucial to the present and immediate future. Being an AI really had its perks. My drones were capturing good data, of that I'm sure. The visuals were good despite the terrible weather, but the footage itself didn't lend itself too useful.

Leviathan had left the library, that much was clear, and the fight had been taken to the street, but I knew nothing else. The why, the how, the what, write down all those questions, and I didn't have an answer to a single one of them. The video streams I was receiving were the first step to uncover the mystery.

An unmasked cape putting up a fight against Leviathan.

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…RUNNING SCAN ON COSTUME… NO RECOGNIZABLE VISUALS

…RUNNING SOUND CAPTURE ANALYSIS… NO RECOGNIZABLE VOICE

"My brother—is not a cape." It seems like the user hadn't shut off her armband, and the girl continued to plead. This was certainly useful.

…RUNNING FACIAL SCAN… CROSS WITH 'BROTHER' OF ARMBAND RECORDING… CIVILIAN IDENTITY FOUND: JAMES FLORES

BACKGROUND: 2ND GENERATION IMMIGRANT, AMERICAN

ARCADIA HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR STUDENT, BROCKTON BAY

APPLIED TO UNIVERSITIES, MEDICAL LAW—

The more I processed, the less it made sense. The kid was a good one, with exemplary behavior, ambitious, and a productive member of the community. Involved in fundraisers, voluntary campaigns, and all the sort of activities capes usually didn't last too long on. Activities which required finesse, patience, maturity, and most of all, to not be a cape. His profile was radically different from all wards, no matter how you see it. Mentioning how different he was from the typical underage villain wasn't even necessary.

I couldn't help but agree with the crying girl on the other side of the speaker. Her brother was no cape, and Dragon decided to tune in the conversation for more data.

"Please, you're a hero, right? Right? Please, be our hero!"

…RUNNING SOUND CAPTURE ANALYSIS OVER RECORDED DATA…

"I will." I heard the exchange, the promise, and I surely felt the conviction behind it.

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CAPE IDENTITY FOUND: SKITTER

UNDERSIDERS MEMBER

A villain playing the hero. Certainly interesting, but then again, Skitter had done little compared to other villains. Then again, Endbringers were known to bring down events where capes, despite being the most afraid they had ever been, they also grew inspired. Even the most villainous parahumans had done their fair share of heroics against these monsters.

"Was his mask destroyed?" Chevalier spoke again.

"He's unmasked because he just triggered-His name is James." I heard Skitter and James's sister, Isabella, answer.

I admit, the possibility had gone over my head too. The information collected could very well point towards that conclusion, but I couldn't help on holding to some skepticism. I focused on my drones once again, which were diligently following the two characters of interest.

I tuned in just in time to see a strip of a street close to the docks lift off the ground. All around, the poles were going haywire, exploding in random succession, as the concrete further up. It gave you a perfect view of the underground. Pipes and other parts of the city's infrastructure were sticking out, but those details were quickly lost as the entire slab twisted upon itself, James standing right at the center, on top of what was becoming more and more like a sphere. I enhanced the image, I managed to catch a bit of James face, and I saw his glowing eyes with a bright blueish light.

It was really something out of a fairy tale.

Leviathan made himself noticeable right after. He jumped after across a few blocks of the city, showing a level of power unseen until this day. He managed to find a building on his path, dug himself into it, and used it as a ladder as best as he could.

The building itself was starting to give way, collapsing due to the shock of leviathan's landing and due to his forceful climbing. It served the Endbringer's purpose though. Before it was too late, Leviathan thrusted himself out of it, shooting itself and, by my quick calculations, putting itself perfectly on path to meet James and his globe of rocks.

And leviathan got very close, his claws already extending as he was about to touch James' platform, if not for the sphere to lose its lower half, which threw itself onto leviathan's path.

The shock was loud. The stone broke into hundreds of pieces, but Leviathan had been successfully avoided, the monster now on path to land back into the bay. It hadn't been a clean action, however. Leviathan had managed to throw at James a cutting ring of water from his claws, which despite cutting a sizable amount of James' top sphere, the kid himself had avoided it completely.

It was at that moment that I couldn't believe it. James was not a fresh trigger, and it would be hard to convince me otherwise, unless some unquestionable evidence was brought forward.

But at last, James lost the upper hand. What had been until now a advantageous fight, it turned suddenly for the worse. As Leviathan dropped into the water, the skies dropped with him. The rain above James suddenly shaped up to a millions of knifes, and the kid seemed to at first lose control of the situation.

His powers were still unconfirmed but it was clear that he had great control of the rocks and concrete even. Perhaps an affinity for solid materials? He had also deflected some of Leviathan's water attacks without the use of solids, seemingly affecting the water somehow to. Did he also have any control of the liquid?

Whatever it was, he failed to put it into use. You could see the rain at the top falling with much greater speed than the previous wave, and James hesitated, I think. I couldn't parse it out, but almost immediately, he sank himself into the stone right as the Leviathan's target hit where he stood a second ago.

James' platform started losing altitude quickly, and in mere seconds it hit the ground, falling over a vertical parking lot. The entire building, needless to say, collapsed, but a figure came out of the smoke, rolling out of the debris.

James eventually stopped himself, but he didn't end up standing. He was in the ground, plastered, but breathing. He seemed exhausted, and I had warned other capes to keep their distance until further notice. After all, James could be as dangerous as Leviathan. We couldn't communicate or cooperate with him, and his power seemed to bring a fair share of destruction around his person.

There was one cape, however, that had disobeyed those orders, and fortunately, had managed to stay within a good range of James. I kept track of her armband, one that did not previously belong to her, but she had salvaged it and made it useful again.

It was time to test the moral fiber of this villain. Did she have enough resolve in store?

"Skitter." I called, and I saw her stop on the radar a few blocks away from James. She was listening. "This is Dragon. I have a mission for you."

"Go on." The cape answered in a hurried tone.

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And there you go. Skitter in the eye of the storm. Despite how much she complains in the original work, I can't help but feel that she likes it there.