Amicus adjusted his gloves before stepping out to address the invaders in the tower atrium.
“Good evening,” he said.
Their warrior began to charge, without provocation, her legs pounding across the concrete floor. She was young. She wore chainmail, and carried a sword and shield.
Amicus held up his right hand, and the girl stopped. Amicus hadn’t actually done anything yet; he felt that gestures were more likely to elicit reaction, though. When the soldier became confused, Amicus shifted the world.
The swordswoman watched her iron rust, and her shield rot.
“Let’s discuss this,” Amicus said, grinning beneath his mask.
3 comments:
Naw dude! is he supposed to be like Mask?
do you guys want more of this adventure friends stuff? I had an idea recently to tell the story even MORE indirectly, i.e., through the eyes of characters who aren't the Adventure Friends.
dude that would be gahfreakin awesome!
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