Chapter 332: Idle Hands
Look. I get that I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but at the same time, to say that there was nothing supernatural in the world and that hellhounds didn’t exist seemed insane. Gerald was cutting off his nose to spite his face, and he couldn’t see that.
One of the hellhounds, sitting down, stared at the soldier who was trying to electrify everyone to death like he had just found the best show on TV. Cocking his head to the side, he watched for a few minutes before nodding his head.
Coming to his feet, the hellhound let out a soft bark, bringing the soldier’s attention to it. When the next lightning strike hit, it seemed to only have eyes for the hound. But instead of dying or at least feeling pain, it was almost like the hound was happy.
"Huh," I muttered softly, watching as the hound seemed to smile, his tongue rolling out of his mouth to the side. The next thing I knew, a massive ball of lightning was forming inside the hound’s mouth.
Within seconds, the ball was already twice the size of the soldier’s. When it was satisfied, it casually tossed out the ball of lightning like it was nothing, instantly frying the soldiers.
"Mimicry has been achieved," remarked Gerald beside me as he quickly wrote something down.
"Excuse me?" I replied, more than a bit curious. "What do you mean?"
"While most of the clones are perfect replicas of Tank, we did experiment with some of them," shrugged Gerald like he was telling me that they decided to add chocolate chips to an ice cream sundae instead of chocolate syrup. "The mimic octopus was one such addition to the DNA. We were expecting for the animal to be able to shift into other species, but instead, it looks like it can mimic the powers of others."
Nodding my head, I went back to watching the chaos in front of me. "I have to admit. When you fuck up, you fuck up big time. Like Grade A, top shelf, type fuck up." When someone screws up, it is normally a small thing.