章節 815: What Type of Altered are you?

Stinger was confused; he was trying to summon his tail, his main weapon that he had used a number of times. Yet, when he tried, it was almost as if his own body wasn't listening to him, and the throbbing pain that was felt on his shoulder was returning.

It was taking over his body, not allowing him to do almost anything. At times, when he was low on energy, or had just gotten out of a big fight, he wouldn't be able to transform, but apart from the throbbing pain, he felt fine, so why wasn't it working?

"Get out!" Stinger shouted, and forced the tail out of his body. He was covered in sweat but even more so, he was frustrated at everything that was happening.

With his stinger, he turned around and stabbed it right toward where Blackjack currently was. It looked like a perfect hit, but when it managed to go right through his body, it had exploded into what was seemingly dust; it was an afterimage.