The firing mechanism of the nuclear warhead turned to simple carbon under Ryan’s manipulation. He barely finished the twist to reality before Munoz levelled her rifle at Ryan. Where did that even come from? The thought was irrelevant and barely started before Ryan dove to the side, rolling away from the hail of bullets. He threw out another twist with the roll, and a barrier of solid air stopped the gunfire from punching into the now panicked crowd. He pulled the barrier with him as he moved, intercepting gunfire that was just barely missing him.
Crystal lunged at Munoz, her sword swinging towards the soldier’s neck. Munoz ducked under the blow, but had to stop shooting at Crystal pressed the attack. Ryan flicked his wrist, turning the wall of air into a blade and sending it streaking towards Munoz. She held out a hand and casually caught the air blade with a twist of her own, but couldn’t respond in kind. Not with Crystal’s blade always just inches from her body.
Ryan began to gather another twist, but was driven to the ground when something slammed into his back. He felt the air knocked out of his lungs and tasted dirt before he could properly register what had happened, and by then there was already a foot on his spine, pushing him into the ground.
“Nope,” the owner of the foot said. “You’re not pulling any crap right now.”
Ryan recognized the voice. Arnold. He stopped trying to push his face out of the dirt and instead grabbed threads of reality, desperately twisting. I really hope that shoe has a rubber sole, Ryan thought.
A deafening crack split the air, and the pressure on Ryan’s back lessened. He pushed himself up, the smell of dirt being replaced with ozone. Arnold was still standing, but smoke rose from his body and his hair was standing up wild, making him look like a mad scientist with a machine gun. He was blinking his eyes, trying to clear his head. Ryan didn’t give him the chance. He lashed out with a quick kick to Arnold’s stomach, sending the man stumbling back.
He would have followed up the attack, but once again his attention was diverted by the arrival of a new attacker. This one came in the form of a fireball streaking towards Ryan. Ryan twisted had, pulling water out of the air to form a barrier. Steam erupted from where water and fire met, and Ryan cried out as superheated steam worked its way up his arms.
A quick twist chilled the steam to mist, and Ryan dove into the protective covering it offered. Evans. That made all three of the surviving super soldiers, already here. He could hear the sound of steel on steel that indicated Crystal and Diane were still fighting, and after reactivating his divine sight he confirmed that with his own eyes. Arnold was still in the cloud with him, brushing off his shirt.
“Nice moves, kid,” he said, looking around blankly. He doesn’t know how to use his divine sight yet. Ryan dropped into a crouch and began to creep closer to Arnold. If he could get him while he was blind, he could even the odds. “You’ve gotten better since the last time we fought.”
Oh, you have no idea. Ryan reached into his nanoverse and pulled out a sword. This one was unnaturally heavy, with a core of some substance that weighed it down. For a human, it would be near impossible to swing. For a god, it was just about perfect. Ryan tensed his legs and then sprung forward silently, sword raised over his head.
Arnold whirled and stepped forward into the blow, so instead of the sword coming down on his head Ryan’s elbow landed on his shoulder. Before Ryan could react to this change of pace, Arnold’s hand closed in around his neck. “But you never did learn to stay down.” He picked Ryan up and, still holding him by the neck, slammed him into the Earth. “Or how to tell when someone’s bluffing.”
Ryan could feel the need for air building up in his lungs. So many twist in such a short time, he was already at the first hunger. He flipped his grip on the sword and, to Arnold’s surprise, rammed the blade into his opponent’s forearm. Arnold screamed at the pain and let loose his grip on Ryan’s neck, and Ryan stood back up, his back a mass of pain, gathering together threads of reality for a new twist. “You still talk too much,” Ryan said.
Or at least, he tried to. He got out “you” and “still,” but in the brief instant between that and “talk,” his hand exploded in pain. Ryan screamed dropped to the ground, not driven by any combat reflex. His knees just refused to let him still be standing, and for the third time in under a minute, Ryan was down. He looked at his hand, trying to figure out what had happened.
It took a moment for his brain to process what it was seeing. The ring finger on that hand was gone, completely obliterated by an attack Ryan hadn’t even seen coming. He gritted his teeth against the screams and twisted a surge of heat to cauterize the wound.
“About now would be really goddamn good!” Ryan shouted.
That seemed to puzzle his opponents, or at least make them stop short in their advance. Evans had come out of the crowd and switched to a sword of his own. Arnold was pulling Ryan’s sword out of his arm, a movement that made a horrible sound. They were both focused on him completely.
Which meant Evans was completely off guard when Horus descended from the sky, talons outstretched. Those talons raked red lines across Evans’ face. Horus didn’t quite manage to take out one of the super-soldier’s eyes, but blood still poured from the injuries, blocking Evans’ vision.
“Took you long enough,” Ryan growled, his vision still blurred by pain. That will grow back, right? My face grew back after Ross shot it off. The stump where his finger had been throbbed in response.
Horus shifted to human form and skidded to a stop, pulling some kind of high caliber automatic weapon from his nanoverse with one hand and twisting reality with the other. He didn’t target either of the distracted super soldiers, instead setting his sights on Munoz and opening fire. The guns roared like thunder. Munoz was able to dodge out of the way, forcing her apart from Crystal, and the bullets were caught on the web of air Horus had woven.
“Ryan!” Crystal said, taking the break to rush over to him. She was sporting a black eye but otherwise seemed unharmed. “Shit, love, your hand.”
“I’ll live,” Ryan managed to gasp. “Thanks for the save, Horus. It’s good to see you again”
Horus just gave him a curt nod. “I count three,” he said.
“Yeah,” Ryan muttered the word. Where is she?
Three on three. Last time they’d fought the super soldiers, it had been six on four and Ryan and co had barely made it out alive. If Ryan didn’t have another ace up his sleeve, he’d be panicking right now.
Instead, what he felt was a growing terror that even that wouldn’t be enough.