ONE HUNDRED NINETY-ONE: Flashes III
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From where Alden stood now, he could see, and appreciate, all of his classmates’ efforts to resist the wind. He and Everly were in a minority who’d made it to safety, but most of the others weren’t far behind.
Finlay and Winston were both over. Marsha was here, shifting her Mutable Haft into spear mode and eyeing all the new superheroes she was allowed to attack like Christmas had come early. And Heloísa was standing just a few feet away from Alden and Everly with both of her arms fully functional.
Alden hoped that was an indicator that injured people could get a mobility reset by returning to the start and not a one-time thing for the beginning of class. Getting hurt and having to deal with it for two hours was instructive, but not the kind of instructive he wanted this evening.
“I’m going to go ask her what the pain realism setting felt like,” Everly said. “I only got some bumps, and the readout didn’t appear. She’ll know better. Thank you for getting me here.”
“Thank you for getting me here,” Alden replied.
Still on the floor, but approaching steadily, Haoyu was looking cool as heck. He was serving as a point of stability for Kon, Lexi, and a few other fortunate souls he’d collected on the way. One solid rock whose feet wouldn’t come off the ground was a valuable resource in a nearly barren gym under assault by a Shaper of Sky.
If we’re going to be attacked frequently or constantly by Galecourse during this class, I’m going to need a good shield.