Using a little force and some clever leverage, I was able to dismantle the wall of the classroom with relative ease, and soon enough, there was a large, perfectly cut rectangle, approximately 9 feet high and six feet across, exposing the fresh air to the room and bathing it in natural light.
When I looked back at the students and teacher, they all had amazed expressions…well, apart from a handful of girls who seemed to be looking at me with thoughts of something that would land them in jail for 15-25 years.
"Ok, everyone starts lining up. I will be creating the staircase next, and then we can get you out of here as quickly as possible…."
RUMBLE, RUMBLE, BOOM, RUMBLE.
’Tsk, Brenden wanna keep it down over there,’ I thought while observing a classroom a few doors down from the one I was in with my perception.
There, I saw my Brother and another person fighting with five others.
"No need to worry about all the noise; that’s just the Meatshield guy I was telling you about, hes in the middle of a fight right now, so let’s get a move on." Taking control of the Geo-Spikes, which had been floating in the air since the moment I smashed them through the wall, I repurposed their base material. From there, I transformed them into several stable yet small steps using a combination of Geo-Wall and Dust Manipulation before layering them on top of each other in the shape of a stone staircase.
Then came the annoying process of helping every single person onto the staircase, which, by the way, didn’t have any handrails, a detail that the fat middle-aged woman specifically pointed out, but within 5 minutes, everyone was on the green grass outside and making a run for freedom.
’That’s my good deed for the day; I should probably go check in on Brenden now,’ with that thought, I calmly walked over to the stone wall I had erected in place of the door to the classroom and placed my hand on it, turned it back into the dirt.
’Particle-infused dirt is definitely the way to go,’ Bringing a handful of the clay-like soil to my hand, I couldn’t help but compare it to the dirt I had been using from Scotland until today.
This batch, which had a dark grey tint to it, came from the bed of the Particle water lake, so naturally, it was chalked full of particle goodness and extremely easy to wield with my Geomancy Talent.
I had done some testing after the… flaccid spike incident and came to realize that the difficulty cap when manipulating regular old soil from Earth was leagues above anything that Particles had touched; thus, before leaving the Undead Caverns, I made sure to stock up on not only particle water but also the upper layer from the lakebed.
Dropping the pile back on the ground, I controlled everything I had dropped from my inventory and, with a little finesse, stored it ontop of my armor.
Since my armor was made of DragonHide and was formerly skin, it, of course, had pores, and as such, I could store micro amounts of dirt within the tiny pockets all over my armor.
Sure, I weighed myself down quite a bit, effectively adding about 50 pounds of dead weight, but for me, it wasn’t much at all. And it was a reasonable expense in my mind, too, as I wouldn’t have to worry about constantly dumping dirt everywhere like a dump truck if I wanted to use my talent.
BOOM
"HAHAHAHA, HERETIC, YOU FIGHT WELL!"
BOOM BOOM CRASH
"Will you SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY WITH YOUR NONSENSE? Heretic this heretic That, it’s like that’s all you have in your vocabulary!"
"Marek, on your Six."
Walking down the hall to where I knew my Brother was locked in combat, I was finally close enough to hear the sounds of a battle and, of course, their callouts.
Setting aside the religiously affiliated ranting from one of the Cultists and the chanting coming from the rest of the idiots in black riot gear, there was another voice, one who knew my Brother, and I had absolutely no idea who they were.
The voice was male, and from what I could see in my perception, they appeared to be about our age and, surprisingly enough, didn’t have any weapons, which, with talents being a thing, wasn’t that unusual.
WOOOMP BOOOM
Right as I finally got to the classroom door, there was a strange vacuum sound followed by an explosive impact, and then….a flash of black gear whizzed past me before slamming into the lockers on my right.
’Oh… it’s this guy…sigh, great,’ Rolling my eyes, I casually walked into the room. Then I snuck up behind one of the remaining cultists before drawing one of my Eskrima sticks and jamming it into his back while sending 100k Volts of electricity into their spine.
Between my sudden appearance and the loud kzzst followed by the thud of a body, everyone in the room came to a screeching halt and snapped their heads in my direction.
"YO! How Goes it!" I said cheerfully while waving at everyone with my Eskrima.
’Really, of ALLL the fucking heroes you could link up with, in the past, you stumbled your way into reuniting with this eccentric fool,’ Resisting the urge to glare at my Brother, I reestablished our telepathic link causing him to snort and earn a confused look from the Hero Known as Sonnasitc.
That’s right, Sonnasitc; I mean, come on, what kind of stupid fucking name is that? Sure, he can conjure up sonic waves and shit, but at that point, be more original; like….ok, not gunna lie, the only thing I could come up with was a blue hedgehog’s name, but I digress.
Then there’s his overly hyper attitude; the guy was regularly one step away from screaming GOTTA GO FAST, or I’M FAST AS FUK BOI, so in a word, ANNOYING!
"Kinda rude to have a party without me, isn’t it?" I asked while twirling my Eskrima stick around like a baton.
"Who are you? Are you with these heretics or on the side of the Truth of Partaevian?"
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