Book 5. Chapter 36: Trial and error
Other than being walking weapons of terror, Feathers had other uses besides blunt force trauma.
In my eyes, both Wrath and Father were walking factories, capable of creating a huge variety of items, like ammunition and chemical regents.
That meant any kind of scrapshit weapons I came up with would be allowed, if I proved it can be remade and restocked at all times. Which opened up a huge amount of potential. Said potential was currently undergoing testing, on my favorite target dummy.
The foam expanded, immediately engulfing every arm and leg before hardening into a sticky mess in the center of the empty hanger.
“This polyurethane solution is more resilient than the prior attempts.” Wrath said over the comms, walking straight out of the foam, strings of stretching out and snapping away, the whole thing fighting between moving with her or staying glued to the floor. “Power required to move at normal speed increased by four hundred and twelve percent while submerged.”
“But can you still move at full speed?” I asked, watching as she took a few more steps out of the initial blast. The sticky strings still clung to every part of her body, and I could tell she wasn’t pleased with this.
She drew blades, then swung them around. Slimy looking strings formed up between arm and leg, a few snapping away. That same slime was so difficult to move that a drop of it could lock my fingers together. Wrath easily snapped the finger test, but a full test still had potential. “Power requirement once outside the epicenter is at one hundred and fifty seven percent so long as the fluid remains on my shell. No significant reduction in combat ability noticed, however overall performance time has decreased significantly.”
“I’m fighting to survive more than five minutes in a fight against him right now. Knowing he’ll tire out a few hours early isn’t going to save scrap.” I said, sitting back down on my workshop chair and pondering. This was the third iteration of the goo-bomb, built from the ground up as a giant fuck-off to Father’s stupid speed. I figured it might slow him down just enough to put him in my range of skill. “How about launching a knightbreaker round at him, right after the goop?”
Wrath paused, crunching the numbers. “Within two meters, I would not be fast enough to avoid a full round. Between four and six meters, partial damage is expected but options have increased significantly. Further past six meters is ineffective.”