Chapitre 81: London Has Fallen
Shawn POV:
Even as hundreds of omnic corpses lay in bits around me, they still come at me. Even after, I remain untouchable by them, literally just running through them. Maybe they assumed they could tire me out then finish me off as I was exhausted. Fortunately, this wasn't like the Galvanic State, where there was a time limit on it.
It was similar to the Galvanic State, in which my senses were heightened, my movements were quickened, and my reflexes were sharpened. But now I could feel the difference between the two. With the Galvanic State, it felt like I was forcing energy through my body using abilities that I hadn't possessed at the time, which would explain why I could only use it for a certain amount unless there were repercussions.
While I was like this, it was energy that I already had, using abilities that I had already possessed, making it easier for my body to do such acts. In a way, the only drain on my body was the energy required for my movements. As long as my brain was capable of processing, my body would always respond. Therefore, I could always be like this. Just as I sidestep a bullet and slash out with my katana to cut down the Bastion who fired it, I feel something towards the center of the city. It was odd, but vaguely familiar like I should know what this was but my brain blanks. Then, an explosion directs my attention as the city quakes from it. Remembering S3bastian, and worrying about his safety, I take off towards the cause.
While running, I found that contrary to the Galvanic State, while like this, I didn't have that overwhelming speed. I couldn't brute force my legs to speed up by inputting energy. I could only maintain a pace that wasn't overbearing for me. However, my true speed lied with my bodily movements with dodging and reflecting.
Weaving in and out of the streets, ignoring any omnics I came across, I became aware of more than just the area I was fighting in. I found the reason they still engaged me despite their losses. They were merely a means of a distraction as while I was doing good, soldiers everywhere else were failing. The other group, responsible for holding off the river, were either dead or retreating. This allowed the omnics to reinforce various areas of the city, meaning we had failed, and London would remain in omnic clutches.
I knew what having the capital to your country meant to a person who lived there, but this was a losing battle. Remaining here would spell out our deaths. If they wanted to foolishly continue fighting, they would do it without me and S3bastian. I needed to regroup with him.
Clicking on my visor, his location is revealed to me, as I continue to race through the streets as I head there. As I pass the multiple gunfights, I drown out the fear and dread I feel, as a foreboding feeling slowly begins to edge in my mind.
'S3bastian is ok. S3bastian is ok.' I constantly tell myself, as I know that out of the two of us, I considered him stronger. Well, before moments ago.
Vaulting over the ruins of a destroyed building, I arrive at a scene. The massive Titan lay on it's back with an arm missing as the scraps of multiple omnics litter the streets. On the opposite end, I see him, imprinted into a car. Sprinting over to him, I take a look and know that he's in a bad situation. Breathing heavily, I look him over, my brain working as I try to figure out a problem I should have thought of before now.
How do you heal an omnic?
Doing the only thing I know how; I place my hands on him. I could feel his energy moving throughout his body, but it was blocked in certain areas as his parts were damaged. Luckily his Plasma Drive was intact, along with his fusion reactor, but he wouldn't be the same as energy wasn't reaching his legs and various areas in his chest.
Calming myself down, I begin to think of what to do. I'm sure that using different applications of electricity, I could manage to repair any damaged parts, but it would require my focus as I'll be using magnetism on a larger scale than attracting and repelling simple bullets. There was no one around me to help at the moment, and the enemy could be around any corner. I was even down the street from a Titan who I was sure wasn't dead. Nevertheless, if I didn't want any permanent damage done to S3bastian, I needed to act now.
Taking the risk, I focus on the more damaged spots first. Omnic builds are designed similar to our own, complete with veins and the reactor acting as their heart. To repair his ruptured veins that allow energy to flow throughout the entire omnic body, I needed resources, namely metal. Sending a current through the injured part creates an attracting magnetic field around it. Nearby metal begins to slowly inch towards the field, and by reducing or increasing the current, I shape the metal how I want to.
Sweat begins to trickle down my brow as I work. I needed to constantly use electricity if I wanted to keep up the magnetic field. As I worked more with bioelectricity, I understood it more, and I found why prior to the crisis, when I was training, I struggled so much with electricity. In a way, bioelectricity was the calmer out of the two, with electricity being unpredictable at times and harder to control. My brain wasn't fully capable of processing the speeds at which electricity traveled and bioelectricity was slower, therefore easier for me.
But I used everything I knew to keep up with the task at hand. Using the battery as a source, since my own reserves were depleted, I continued. After a couple of minutes, I had fully repaired the damage in his chest. Heavily breathing from the strain, I started on his legs.
Ignoring the headache I was starting to get; I maintained the currents, which allowed the magnetic fields to attract the metal necessary for his repairs. The work was slow, and I could feel a liquid running down my nose as I pushed to finish. Then, as my eyelids drooped from exhaustion, I stopped, as my work was completed.
Laying down for a second, I kept myself awake as I started to recover. After a few moments, movement in the car shifts my attention to it. A metal hand reaches out to me.
"You look like shit man." S3bastian says. Smiling, I take his hand and lean on him for support, as I haven't recovered enough yet.
"You're one to talk. You're part car now, by the way." I respond back to him.
"Ah, that would explain the irrational fear of mechanics I have right now. Come on, I think we've seen enough of Big Ben." With his help, we start down the street, ignoring the gunshots and explosions that sound throughout the city.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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