Steve shifts in the debris. He needs to move. Needs to help Olivia.
He grips a broken pipe, and it bends sideways as he levers himself to his feet like a titan from under a mountain.
The weapon sends Olivia flying.
The Captain wrenches a length of piping free, twists away from a pulse of force that shatters the cupboards and every dish inside, and slams forward to drive the pipe through the attacking man's chest. They're eye to eye for just a moment, and he whispers, "You'd better hope she lives, or I'll come down to hell and find you, you bastard."
Steve hammers the corpse through the air with a kick, rounding on the remaining man. He dives sideways to avoid another blast. He might not be able to see more than a ripple of warped air when the weapon fires, but the sound of the discharge is distinct. Dive again, duck again, draw him away from the kitchen and give Olivia a chance to recover -
A third invader rounds the corner from the front hall into the living room and puts three darts in Steve's shoulder and side. He hits the wall, splintering the wood, and staggers. His vision skews, blurs, and he grits his teeth. Nothing he knows works that fast, but that doesn't mean anything. Nothing at all.
No more fancy moves. He bullrushes the second man armed with the pulse weapon and puts his fist straight through the gun.
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He grips a broken pipe, and it bends sideways as he levers himself to his feet like a titan from under a mountain.
The weapon sends Olivia flying.
The Captain wrenches a length of piping free, twists away from a pulse of force that shatters the cupboards and every dish inside, and slams forward to drive the pipe through the attacking man's chest. They're eye to eye for just a moment, and he whispers, "You'd better hope she lives, or I'll come down to hell and find you, you bastard."
Steve hammers the corpse through the air with a kick, rounding on the remaining man. He dives sideways to avoid another blast. He might not be able to see more than a ripple of warped air when the weapon fires, but the sound of the discharge is distinct. Dive again, duck again, draw him away from the kitchen and give Olivia a chance to recover -
A third invader rounds the corner from the front hall into the living room and puts three darts in Steve's shoulder and side. He hits the wall, splintering the wood, and staggers. His vision skews, blurs, and he grits his teeth. Nothing he knows works that fast, but that doesn't mean anything. Nothing at all.
No more fancy moves. He bullrushes the second man armed with the pulse weapon and puts his fist straight through the gun.