Part 10

I kept my time outside of the hulls to a minimum. Cutting a 'door' out of the scrap at modest range while trying to shape my eldritch blast from a simple directed bolt of energy into something more like a blow torch's stream.

That resulted in a sort of... mixed success. On one hand, the attempt to turn what was a pulse of eldritch force into a beam of the same hadn't really worked out (yet). But I'd also succeeded in not dying!

You'd think that was simple, but trust me, when you're cutting into a million tons of metal from thebottom in... it starts to take significance.

Once I was inside though... Then things got neat. I didn't have to worry so much about the flashes of my blasts cutting loose so I could really cut loose.

I had so many things to work on! Nonlethal options, expanded range, melee, multi-target. My powers didn't really lend themselves to direct defense that well, but evasion was something I could do.

I already had one power that could help with that... if in a somewhat niche capacity.

Actually, now that I thought about it I could use that to access some of the much more secure wrecks for future training.

Something to consider for tomorrow.

I started with melee. From what I knew of cape fights a lot of it took place up close and while I wasn't exactly thrilled about that considering my relatively squishiness I still had to be prepared for it.

Besides, the melee variants of my power were freaking awesome, ranging from point blank energy blasts, to lightsaber claws.

You donotfuck with a man with lightsaber hands.

But that path was a bit...complicated for a guy who only had a very basic knowledge of unarmed combat. Second hand at that. So I was aiming for something a bit simpler.

My phone rang.

I bit off a curse as the metal plate I was carefully cutting out of a wall nearly fell on my toes.

Dancing away from the source of potentially crushed toes, I fished through my unfamiliar outfit before digging out my cell phone.

I checked the Screen. Todd.

Crap!

I yanked off a glove to let me properly use the thing, as I yanked down the scarf part of my 'mask', "Hello?"

"Dwight!" came the relieved response, "took you long enough!"

"Sorry Todd," I apologized, bracing for impact.

"Look, I'm not going to be back till late," He said in a similar tone.

I blinked, huh, wow, lucky break.

"Something big happen?" I questioned.

"Oh you could say that," He replied with the amused tone of someone wearing a shit eating grin.

Now I was interested, "Good catch?"

"Just wait till I get home!" he replied, sounding optimistic for once.

Huh, it sounded like things were actually going good for once.

"Alright..." I stated in a fake wary tone, playing along with his act.

"Right, see you soon little brother."

"Good luck out there. Don't lose a thumb," I reminded semi-seriously.

"I'll do my best not to," He laughed.

Then he hung up.

Huh, tonight really was working out for me.

Then I realized the time.

"Twelve at night and he says he's coming home late. What the hell is late?" I wondered aloud.

Oh well, I wasn't one to talk.

Then I got back to cutting.

No sense wasting a good luck night after all was there?