*CRACK!* *CRACK!*
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Someone yelled.
Someone was hurt.
It wasn't Sherry. It wasn't Syril. It was… Finn, the Bone Manipulator.
How?
When the dust had obscured sight, Syril had found a way to the strong ability user's back with his own improved senses.
Finn couldn't register, the dust was too much for him to see, and Syril had surreptitiously moved behind him before he could register what happened.
Syril found the sharp edges of the Manipulation's whips, snapped them easily with his heightened strength and drove what now looked like calciferous daggers into the goon.
Without mercy, without remorse, with blazing rage, Syril pushed the pointed bone until it came out on Finn's other side, protruding from his anterior.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Finn screamed sufferingly, collapsing on his knees as he sought something to hold, something to clasp as two holes on his body continually gushed his own blood.
