'These swords are as hard as steel.'
[His mastery of hydrokinesis is admirable, He compressed the water so much that it became solid... That's literally against the laws of physics, solid water without being ice... bullshit]
'But the core is unstable, any damage the blade sustains...'
[The amount of water released will be enough to flood the entire city, an artificial tsunami.]
The casualties of such an act... will be incalculable.
But I can't think about that right now, unless we stop here and now...
Multiple projectiles are coming towards me. The blade of my sword begins to vibrate, but like, REALLY intensely. I cut through them with frighteningly absurd ease.
Stopping the vibration, I run towards the bear, who has replaced his staff with a spear, or more specifically, multiple spears, spinning around him.
'Iwanttocontrolsomethingtoo, howenvious... Wait, ICAN!! ' (DamnADHD)
Releasing millions of nanobots into the air (theyarepracticallyinvisible) and on the ground, I also create spears (They'reverypopularrightnow).
By vibrating them at a frequency high enough to make them virtually intangible, their molecules become so spread out that they end up passing through the molecules of the target.
So I send them to the underground, seeing the shock on their faces, I let out a smile, now they'll stress for nothing, with the pressure of having to defend themselves against something 'non-existent'. 'PhantomSpears.'
Now... Punching the ground, thousands of Hemoridium thorns erupt from the earth, piercing through the damned orca's foot—that's all I wanted at the moment!
[Compatiblegeneticmaterial, implementationinitiated]
'Well, finally something good. Gorilla, bat, ugly bird, nothing I don't already have.'
In real time, the thorns take on the texture of stone, incandescent rocks, and then Lava... The basis of matter is the same, but Hemoridium identifies lava as an extension of itself.
The disbelief on their faces, 'So they're sentient? '(no shit Sherlock.)
*Swish*
Faster than the eye can see (Yesreally), I'll cut that damn orca's throat (TheMCispissed, Becausehewascaughtoffguard ; abuildingliterallywenttohellbecauseofhisrecklessness.)
Pointing the bloody tip of my sword at the bear, I say, "Next up is you, motherfucking Pingu!"
Seeing and hearing this, the penguin just runs towards me, the ground in front of him turns to ice, throwing himself belly-first, it seems like he It's faster than before, I literally heard a Sonic boom.
'You damned bear, how can you be so annoying! ' Retracting the thorns, I assume a running stance, my hands firmly planted on the ground, they are my anchors against the propulsion of my boots.
With each passing second, I have to exert more and more force to stay in place.
I have to wait for the right moment, without rushing, with patience.
The ground behind me turned to asphalt, molten metal and glass, plasma erupting, heat distorting the air, and then... Silence.
In a fraction of a second, I detached myself from the ground, produced a sword, and cut him from the tip of his head to his crotch.
'Ihatepenguins.'