Chapter 271: Cannot Be Mimicked
As Kir flung water blade after water blade into the mimic, hoping it would reduce enough for him to find out where the people were taken, he started to notice something.
Every time a tentacle wrapped around him, Mimzy would quiver, his living clothes rejecting the touch of the mimic that was most likely her parent - with Stella technically being its mother, having been implanted with the egg.
It was as if Mimzy were saying "Mine! Don’t touch!" and Kir felt so grateful to not have his clothing betray him. Mimics were definitely solitary manavores, even against their own parents.
Kir still cut up those tentacles, not wanting them to get past him as the mimic switched from trying to grab him to trying to crush him.
Large, fleshier appendages hardened to mimic stonework pounded the pavement as Kir dodged and sliced. A single bad hit was all it took to break Kir’s physical shield, and with one hit, it crashed Kir into the stone wall of the house next door.
Kordia called out but Kir leaped from the crater before the mimic could make a followup strike.
How much mass does this thing have?
"Kir! It’s eating itself!" Kordia suddenly shouted.
True enough, the mimic was using the pause to begin retrieving the largest pieces Kir had severed, meaning as long as they remained he’d be subjecting himself to a perpetual stalemate.
"Start burning them!" Kir ordered, and soon tongues of silvery flame that faded to orange-red true fire blasted out from Kordia’s free hand, consuming the severed flesh to Kir’s right as he resumed the front and center position in front of the morphing house.
Soon the sounds of popping flesh and the smell of burnt octopus filled the air.