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You can already feel the muscles throughout your body seething. The blood vessels in your head feel like they're about ready to pop at a moment's notice. It's now up a few feet off the ground. Then a dozen feet. Then twenty feet.
The sheer mental force of will needed to move this thing is even damaging the road roller. Chunks of it are crumbling off while its back wheels just flatout pop from the strain of it.
Your allies can only watch on absolute fucking horror at what you're doing. Even the two anomalous allies you have, as great as their powers are, can't exactly move a god damn 3 ton hunk of metal.
"MOVE. NOW."
Your allies promptly get the hint, scattering far away from COLD BLOODED INFORMANT. As soon as you do this, you send the road roller flying towards the anomaly at full force. You collapse onto your knees not long after in an attempt to catch your breath.
By the time the anomaly manages to recover from his stunned state, it's too late. The massive hunk of metal slams right into it at full force. The two are promptly sent flying throughout the abandoned half-finished street your group is standing in. Wet concrete flies throughout the air, splattering onto the nearly sidewalks and roads. The two eventually slide to a stop on the other side of the road, about 150 feet away.
The road roller falls right off of the anomaly. It's now nothing more than a mangled hunk of metal and glass that doesn't look like anything at all.
>FLESH ROLL: 27! NO FLESH DAMAGE TAKEN!
You manage to get back to your feet right real quick. Your body still feels woozy after all that. In the corner of your eye, you see ANOM rushing over to swarm Benedict before vanishing completely.
>ANOM has demanifested! -2 WILLPOWER TO ALL ALLIES!
>-1 RESTRAINT! 9/11 LEFT!
You snap your gaze back to the COLD BLOODED INFORMANT.
He's sprawled across the floor in a crumpled heap as well. His chitinous exterior has massive cracks running through it that are leaking fresh royal blue blood. His soft, squishy (in comparison) underside has deep lacerations and about four pairs of bug-like armleg things have snapped off completely.
His face is a mangled mess as well, like he came out of a ruthless boxing match. Nasty whelts and swelling has left it nearly unrecognizable. The four briefcases it had on its back are now laying on various patches of wet concrete, ready to be picked up.
Yet he's still moving. With a sickening crack, he immediately gets back onto his many bug-like legs as if he wasn't just slammed with 3 tons of metal. The cracks and lacerations across his body are beginning to slowly but surely seal back up on their own. You imagine it'll take days for them to be healed, though.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] You can't ever get rid of shady informants.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Squash one, another will pop up. Squash a dozen, they just put on a new face. They're scum and they know it.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Yet you can certainly scare them off with enough violence.
