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Taylor's POV
"Alright Miss Herbert, we are going to conduct a few preliminary tests before moving on to having you spar with a hero." The man's voice said from over the speaker as I stood in the middle of a giant room. Seriously, it was massive, easily being three times the size of my home, including the yard.
"Alright. Ready whenever you guys are." I called out to the room.
It was a few minutes later when the voice finally came back over the intercom "Ok, so it says on here that you can control the four basic elements. Our first test for you is going to have you control as much water as you can." The voice called out.
Not long later I heard a whirring sound and a portion of the floor next to me began opening up. It took a few moments, but even from the beginning I could tell that it was a pool full of water. Do they have that just laying around?
It wasn't long later that the pool was fully extended, and by the looks, it seems about the size of an Olympic swimming pool.
"Please pick up as much water as you can and put it inside the opening next to you."
Again, another sound of the floor opening up sounded out, though this time much smaller in proportion, about ten times the size of a standard bathtub.
'Alright, Taylor, you got this. Just pick up the water and place it in the other box.' I said to myself, trying to hype myself up. Definitely don't want to somehow embarrass myself here.
Taking a deep breath, I walk up towards the pool and lift my arms up, and immediately I get a tugging sensation.
Pulling on it with a waving motion with my hands, I watch as the pool starts to slosh around, looking kinda like a wave pool.
With a deep breath, I began raising some of the water out of the pool.
'Come on Taylor, you got it.' I kept repeating in my head like a mantra as with each second the growing ball of water hanging in the air began getting heavier and heavier.
The ball of water continued to get bigger and bigger as I pulled at the water in the pool, replicating the waving motions from traditional water bending that I got from memories of the past Avatar's, letting their past experiences guide me in this test.
Eventually it was getting strenuous for me to hold the growing amount of water as I began to grimace, feeling the strain on my body.
It was then that I realized that I kinda messed up here, as the objective was to get as much water as I can into the other pool, and I assume that means don't spill any either, and that was getting more difficult by the second.
Not long later, I cut off the flow of water from the pool and held the massive ball of water in the air as I began to sweat at holding it. This wasn't going to be fun to get in.
"You know, you can make this a lot easier on yourself." The voice of Korra said in my mind, causing me to get irritated. Thankfully not enough to lose concentration on the water.
'Oh, how so? Some help would be nice here!' I thought, grimacing at the sheer weight of the water.
"You planned on just dropping the water into the tub. Don't. It's not efficient, and just wastes your water reserves."
'Thanks for the lecture, but it's not really helping me out right now! If I don't drop it, then what should I!- Oh, right, water.'
I quite literally heard the chuckling from inside me as I figured out what to finally do with the water, a blush crossing my face for not figuring it out sooner.
Water bending was all about motion; going with the flow of things, which I wasn't doing. I was holding the water like I was its master, its controller, but that wasn't how water bending is done. I'm supposed to act like a guide to it, like a shepherd would do with his flock.
Slowly, I began moving the water in a circling motion, while sending a steady, constant stream of water into the tub.
The water level began to rise as time passed on by, the large, heavy weight of the water hanging in the air slowly but surely began to lessen as the burden I felt from it began lifting from me.
Finally, the stream came to an end as I let out a large breath as I looked at all the work that I had done, and damn, it was a lot.
It wasn't full, not by any means, but it looked to be over half full. It doesn't sound like much, but if my suspicion of it being about ten times the size of a regular bathtub, then it was a great amount of water thanks to the square cube law. I think. I haven't been really active in school lately, so I could be wrong. But if I'm right…
"How much water was that?" I said as I got done panting, wiping the sweat from my brow.
The voice came back over the intercom, "Thirty-five tons of water." It simply stated, causing my eyes to widen greatly.
I knew it was a lot of water that I put in it, but I wasn't expecting that much!
"That's… actually very, very impressive. The only people that could lift that amount of water are master water benders and Avatars." Korra stated, a hint of surprise in her tone.
Before I could even register that tidbit of information, the voice over the intercom spoke again, "Next, we'll be measuring the temperature of your heat. Please shoot your flames in front of you." It said flatly before turning off once more.
Kinda rude, but what was I gonna do about it? Instead of complaining or thinking about it, I instead focused on my breathing.
In, and out. In, and out.
I repeated to myself, feeling the heat well up in me to a fever pitch. Focusing the heat into my arms, I thrust my right arm forward in a straight punch, similar to a karate kata punch, as a jet of pure blue flames shot out from me.
And holy hell was it hot! Already I was starting to sweat from the intensity of the flames as it burned wildly in front of me, dancing in the air.
Eventually, I let the flame die out and let out a loud breath. I didn't know much about fire, but wasn't a blue flame the hottest there is? I honestly couldn't remember. Something to look up at the library.
"How hot was that?" I asked, waiting for a response.
"Around 2,800 degrees Fahrenheit." The voice blandly responded again, causing me to get a little irked but strangely at the same time relieved. Like, maybe I won't be bothered all that much?
It was a fool's dream, I know. This was Brockton Bay for fuck sakes, the capital for parahuman activity around the entire world. It was more likely for me to get a boyfriend (or girlfriend as well now, I guess. Damn, this is confusing.) that actually liked me and wasn't there for pity or paid off by the bitch trio to just break my heart, then it was for me to be left alone in Brockton Bay as a Parahuman. It was no small fear of mine that the gangs of the Bay were already coming up with schemes to get me to join them, or even the PRT for that matter. Just thinking about what they might do to my dad was already leaving a large pit in my stomach that I could almost hurl. Dad and I weren't that close, but I already lost one parent too early, I sure as hell didn't want to lose another.
"Calm down, Taylor. Everything's going to be fine. You just need to train your bending and gain some allies, and you'll be able to properly defend your dad." Korra spoke softly yet surely in my mind.
'Sorry if I don't feel the same way, Korra, but you don't know the gangs of the bay like I do. They're ruthless and smart, and even if I could defeat them head on, they will attack me from all angles.'
I'm honestly surprised there hadn't been any E88, ABB, or, god forbid, Merchants showing up at my house to try to forcibly recruit me. Does it say more about me that I would prefer the literal fucking Neo-Nazi's coming to my house than I did the sex trafficking, just as racist, Asians, and the drug peddling Merchants that forcibly get people addicted and also sell women off into sexual slavery, or does it say more about the state of the Bay itself.
Shit, does that make me racist?
"Taylor, you're not racist. You're just looking too much into it, like you usually seem to do. Being forced to join one of those gangs sounds like a special kind of hell that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Just keep calm and we'll get through this, one step after the other." Korra tried to reassure me, which didn't help much at all, but I did stop thinking about it at least.
Even if I wanted to continue to think about it, I wouldn't be given the chance as the voice came back over the speaker, "Next we'll be testing your wind speed." The voice said calmly.
There were the sounds of gears grinding as another wall opened up, revealing a strange contraption of sorts that you would see on barns or on TV. What were they called again?
The voice answered it for me, "Please concentrate your wind on the anemometer."
Ah, that's it.
I was a bit worried, as the element that I had the most trouble bending is air, followed by water, fire, and then earth as my best. That wasn't to say I was bad, as I have been able to bend it, but it was my hardest one to do.
Air was the element of freedom; to just go and be from the world, to separate yourself from it really. It sounds amazing, to just let go and leave the world, but there was one little problem for me.
I'm of the world. I think of the world, I'm connected to the world, I'm grounded to it. That was just naturally me. I over thought stuff a ton, I had to admit. I'm a naturally cautious person, always thinking of how things could and would go wrong. It came natural to me, especially living in the bay, THE capital for Parahuman activity.
Needless to say, but I'm not exactly the air bending type.
"Don't worry about it, Taylor. Every Avatar had an element that they naturally sucked at. Mine too was air, while Aang's was earth. Trust me, if I could air bend, then you have nothing to worry about." Korra reassured me, which helped a little, but I still was a little worried about the test.
Still, worry or not, I had a test that needed to be done.
Concentrating, I thought of being free, closing my mind off almost and not thinking about all the things that plague me. I didn't think of the bitch trio and their constant bullying, about the worry for my dad with me being publicly outed as a Parahuman, about school, the Endbringers-
-And I was thinking about it.
Don't think, just do. I thought to myself, and that's exactly what I did.
Wind rushed from my hands in an invisible wave and slammed into the anemometer, the 'cups' at its side spinning violently.
I held it there for a while, just focusing on creating as much wind as possible and nothing else, my mind, if only temporarily, not focused on all the shit in my life.
The winds eventually came to a halt as I let my hands down, fixing the hair that had got in my face do to the wind speed. Yeah, I'm going to have to wear a ponytail or something of the like. Didn't really like the idea, mainly because I did like having my hair free, but it was either that or cutting it, and I sure as hell didn't want to do that.
Sorry Aang, bald looks great on you, but I'd actually die of embarrassment if I had to walk around with no hair.
I heard the man internally chuckle from within me (still weird to think about) but he didn't say anything else.
"How fast was that?" I asked out loud.
The voice came over not a moment later, "250 mph wind speeds, faster than any hurricane on record, but still slower than the biggest tornadoes." The voice replied, short as ever.
Again, it sorta annoyed me and put me at ease that he wasn't reacting that much, but other than that everything was fine.
Now all that was left was the earth test, and the one I was most excited about, as it is by far my best element.
Granted, I couldn't really test it that much given the size of my yard, but I was still able to practice some. And from just that little, I knew I had some serious firepower behind me.
It both excited and terrified me at the same time. Excited because having that much power and control over my power was cool, but it also terrified me for the same reason. Because of the amount of power and control I had.
The human body can be an amazing thing, surviving things that should have almost definitely killed it. The opposite is also true.
Take the heart for example. If hit just right, you could still be standing after being shot and be relatively fine in retrospect, sans the whole 'shot in heart thing.' On the other hand, if hit just right, you would be like a puppet with its strings cut and just collapse there, dead.
My power could do that. I could concentrate water enough that I could crush someone or even drown them. I honestly don't know how I'll use my fire bending in fights considering the sheer heat it radiates. One wrong move, and I've burned someone to death. I could send people flying with air bending, making them impact the ground with enough force to kill them outright, or debris could be sent flying and slam into them, causing just as much damage. With earth bending, I could easily shatter bones or cause even worse damage.
I was grateful for my powers, there's no doubt about that. But I was still terrified about the potential harm I could inflict on somebody. I don't want to kill anybody, as that thought terrifies me a lot, but I have to accept the possibility that I would more than likely kill somebody one day. I just hope, whoever it is, that they deserve it, as fucked up as it is to think about.
I felt a wave of reassurance flow through me from what felt like countless people, as if to say they had my back. I couldn't help but smile at the feeling, like I wasn't alone in all this. I had to keep reminding myself that I had 10,000 years of experience to call upon, all of which wouldn't hesitate to talk and help me in any way. It was a surreal feeling, that's for sure. From going from completely lonely, to having hundreds of people to talk to, even if they were technically me.
Plus, I sorta, kinda, possibly had Glory Girl and Panacea to talk too? I wasn't too sure on that front, but it was still cool as hell to think about. Maybe I could befriend them? Who knows, only time would tell.
"Next we'll be testing your earth abilities, and finally a spar with a hero." The voice over the intercom suddenly said, breaking me from my inner thoughts.
Again, there were the sounds of gears twisting as the floor came apart once more, and now that I thought about it, it kinda reminded me of that really popular kids cartoon from Earth Aleph that I saw some clips of on the TV. Couldn't for the life of me think of the show's name, but it was kinda similar to what was going on right now.
The area finally revealed itself fully, earthen pillars jutting from the ground in every which direction. Rocks, boulders, gravel; the whole nine yards was here. There was grass too, along with other things that didn't exactly look like the common rock, as I swear I spotted obsidian and even coal.
It was honestly really impressive that they were able to get all of this in time. Seems they can be efficient when they want to, I guess.
The voice spoke once more, "Try to use your power on everything here, and don't worry about damages and making a mess." It said before cutting off once more.
Alright then, time to have some fun!
Walking to the center of the field of rock and stone, I planted my feet firmly on the ground and sensed the earth around me. It was the tiniest bit muted, as apparently shoes and socks get in the way of it, but I wasn't entirely comfortable enough with going barefoot just yet as I didn't want to look weird in front of the entire Ward team along with Glory Girl and Panacea.
Still, even with it being a little bit muted, I felt the earth under and around me clear as day, and it felt… right. I couldn't really describe it further than that, but everything just felt solid, grounded, firm. I knew where it was, I knew what it could do.
It and air bending truly are night and day.
I lifted my left foot up slightly and stomped, thrusting my hands to the left of me at the same time as the earth responded to me. The massive boulder beside me, that had to have weighed a few tons at bare minimum, was sent flying with command, zipping through the air and impacting hard with the steel floor of the building, some small pieces flying off from it and even denting the floor somewhat.
I didn't stop there though. I brought my right leg up high and brought it down in an axe kick, slamming against the ground, and the ground moved.
Once again, tons of earthen material was sent flying, going each and every direction, including that deposit of coal and obsidian I observed. Some impacted on the floor, while others actually slammed against the wall of the room.
I was willing to admit that I was having a blast as I sent earth each and every direction, trying out things as I thought of them, and I thought of many things.
By the end of it, the room was completely littered with earth, not a single corner being spared without at least a few rocks.
Panting, but with a massive smile on my face, I called out, "Is that good enough for you!?"
"It is. Would you like a break before continuing on to the sparring match?" The voice called out.
"Yeah, can I take five? Get me a drink of water?" I ask, wiping the sweat from my brow.
"Yes you may… there's actually someone who's requested to fight you."
Oh, who could that be? "May I ask who?"
"Shadow Stalker of the Wards. You can choose to decline if you wish, and we would send someone else to spar with you."
Shadow Stalker, huh? I wonder why she would want to spar with me?
I don't know much about her, just that her patrol route is near Winslow and she has some kind of Shadow power that is countered by some minor villain called Grue from the Undersiders; a small-time villain group.
I mean, I didn't see any reason not to decline. It would be kinda cool to go up against her if I'm being honest. Plus, maybe I could tell her about the bullying at school? See if she can do anything about it?
I don't know about that last part, as it would be really embarrassing to talk about and I'm not even sure she could do anything about it anyway, so I probably won't be mentioning it.
"Yeah, that works for me." I called out.
Five minutes later, and after gulping down some water, a door along one of the walls opened, and in walked Shadow Stalker…
Why did she look pissed? No, not even pissed. Livid.
Her hands were clenched in a death grip around her crossbow, her body stiff as a board as she stared at me. While I couldn't see her eyes, I could quite literally feel them boring into me from across the room.
Did I do something to piss her off? I don't think so. Maybe she was just having a bad day? Shit, I hope she doesn't take it out on me.
"Taylor, be on guard. Something seems off about her." The voice of Korra rang out in my head, dead serious while also cautious.
Well, best heed her warning, "Um, hi, I'm Taylor. It's nice to meet you?"
Damn that was awkward.
"Let's have a good match, yeah?" I tried, but Shadow Stalker remained silent as the grave as she stared at me.
I didn't get to think about it anymore as the voice came back over the PA system, "Match begins in 3… 2… 1… begin!"
As soon as the word 'began' sounded, Shadow Stalker raised her crossbow and fired a bolt right at me.
I yelped as on instinct I bent some earth my way and intercepted the bolt, breaking it on the hard stone.
I was immediately on the defensive as I backpedaled, having no clue as to what to do in a fight, even if it's a spar. Then again, I don't think Shadow Stalker was approaching it from that angle at all.
She was already in her shadow state and was making a b-line for me at great speed.
I barely had enough time to sandwich the boulder that I was bending between us as she fell out of her state and shot another bolt at me, again hitting the stone and breaking.
I quickly learned, however, that was just merely a distraction as she went low and kicked at my legs hard, sending me to the floor and knocking the wind out of me as my back impacted hard against the steel floor. Thankfully I didn't hit my head.
I didn't get a moment's rest from Shadow Stalker however as she already had another bolt loaded and aimed directly at my face, her finger on the trigger.
Acting on instinct once more, I airbent myself up just in the nick of time as the bolt from her crossbow was let loose, whizzing through my hair and ricocheting off the floor.
'What the fuck! Is she trying to kill me or something!' I internally screamed to myself.
Not even having time to think, I thrust my left hand out at an oblique angle at Shadow Stalker and fired off some air, sending her flying for a bit. That wasn't the purpose though, but it was sure as hell a plus as I was sent flying in the opposite direction away from her.
Righting myself in midair wasn't as difficult as I thought it was, but I still stumbled a little when I landed; my eyes wide as I stared straight at Shadow Stalker.
Before I could even get a word out to ask what the hell she was doing, another bolt was already heading straight towards me.
Thankfully I had more time to react to this one as I turned my head to the side and let it sail right past me.
"Not trying to tell you how to do your job, but could you like, tune it down a bit! It's just a sparring match!" I called out to her, and it seemed to have only made her even more livid as she rapidly reloaded her crossbow.
What the hell is her problem? Did I do something to her, or are all sparring matches this high intensity?
It didn't seem to matter though as Shadow Stalker didn't seem to have any intention of slowing down whatsoever. She fired another bolt at me, one which I was able to duck. She was definitely aiming at my face that time. If I hadn't moved, I probably would have lost an eye.
Well, if that's how she wants to play it…
I steeled myself and prepared for an attack of my own. Even though I wasn't on any kind of earth, I could barely, just barely, sense the earth around the room through the steel. I know I can learn to metal bend, but that seems far off into the future for me for now.
Regardless of that, I used what little connection I had with the earth through the metal to start sending rocks flying her way as a counterattack.
She wasn't stupid though, as any attack I sent her way just phased right through her as she used her shadow ability to just negate my attack.
I could use that to my advantage, but I would have to be quick. I rushed forward, pumping air bending into my movements to push me faster as I approached Shadow Stalker.
She wasn't ideal as she retreated for a moment before coming out of her shadow state and fired another bolt at me.
Unlike the other times where she was aiming for my face, this time she aimed for center mass which threw me off guard and it cost me.
I was able to lean a little bit out of the way, but the blunt bolt still skimmed across my right ribs, making me audibly wince. Yeah, that was going to hurt in the morning.
I went stumbling, rolling on the floor a little bit till I came to a stop, thankfully not dealing that much damage to myself, but it still hurt.
Again, I was given no reprieve as I wasn't even ten feet from Shadow Stalker who already had another bolt loaded.
Reacting fast once more, I sent a blast of air her way, causing her to go flying as her bolt went way off course.
I heard her curse under her breath, though I couldn't really tell her tone or recognize her voice whatsoever due to her mask.
That didn't matter though because I was currently in the middle of a fight at the moment.
I'm obviously new to this, but I liked to think I learnt quickly, that I was the type of person to make things up on the spot.
I had a thought on how I could end this fight, and I had to act on it fast.
I sent another blast of air Shadow Stalker's way, though it didn't do much this time because she was in her shadow state. That's fine, all the wind was to do was to occupy her.
I advanced on her little by little, sending gusts of air periodically to force her to stay in her shadow state and not take much damage, or to drop it and take the force of my wind head on. The whole time though I was focusing on the bits of earth behind her, slowly creeping them her way.
She eventually got tired of me keeping her in her shadow state it seemed though as she dropped out of it with a growl, taking a blast of air head on and sending her flying into the wall with a thud.
Shit, I hope I didn't seriously hurt her. Sure, she's been a bitch, but that didn't mean that-
I didn't even get to finish the thought as a bolt hit me center mass in my diaphragm, knocking the wind out of me as I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air.
"Alright, that's enough. Stand down Shadow Stalker." The voice said once more over the intercom
Thank god as well, because that last shot hurt like a bi-
I rolled out of the way in the nick of time as yet another crossbow bolt sailed through my hair, as I quite literally felt the 'zip' right next to my ear.
The voice exclaimed at Shadow Stalker, demanding that she backed down, but it didn't seem that she cared as she got to her feet and rushed me.
Still disoriented, I was only able to send a single air blast her way, which she dodged with ease, as she jumped on top of me and began laying blows down upon me.
A fist connected with my cheek, dazing me as I felt my world shake. Then another. And another.
She grabbed a hold of my hair and brought me up a bit before slamming me down onto the floor, once again knocking the air out of me, but thankfully my head didn't bounce off the floor.
One of her hands let go of my head and reached behind her, though I barely registered it due to me being completely dazed.
Idly, I noted as she took out another one of her bolts and raised it in the air, poised to strike.
My mind flashed back to the locker incident, to that feeling that I was going to die in that locker. Right now felt very much like that, and it was like a lightswitch had been flipped.
My head felt way less foggy as I registered that she was, in fact, trying to kill me. If she brought that bolt down, it would go right through my eye and pierce my brain, killing me.
I felt a burning in my chest that quickly rose to my throat. Opening my mouth, I let out a small torrent of blue flame briefly; not even a quarter of a second.
It did what I wanted it to do though, splashing across Shadow Stalker's face, causing her to yell in pain as she dropped her bolt and brought both hands to her face.
That wouldn't do.
My left hand shot out and clutched her dress as I coated my right hand in blue flames that didn't burn me. Simultaneously, I pulled her down with my left arm, while at the same time I combined air bending with my azur coated fist and sent an extremely fast punch straight at her face.
Despite her covering her face, my hand still slipped through her guard and caught on her cheek as an audible 'SNAP!' was heard when it connected. I let go of her at the last second when my fist hit, so instead of collapsing against me, she fell to the left of me, catching my legs under her weight as I quickly scrambled backwards, my heart racing a mile a minute.
"TAYLOR!" A voice rang out as I looked over.
It was Glory Girl in all her glory… Heh.
She looked both absolutely worried and furious at the same time as I felt her aura descend upon the area. It was an interesting feeling, as it instantly commanded respect, yet also a soothing touch. Plus, it also made her seem more beautiful than she already was, as much as that made me flush.
"Are you alright!" She rushed to my side as she looked over my injuries. Behind her, I saw the rest of the Wards rush in, along with surprisingly Armsmaster and Miss Militia, followed closely behind Panacea, who rushed straight towards me.
She got to her knees beside me as she laid her hands on me, a concentrated look on her face.
"A bruised rib and diaphragm, a broken nose and a few teeth knocked loose." She muttered to herself as I felt her power get to work on fixing my injuries, and what an interesting feeling that was.
That was twice I owed her now as she smiled softly down at me, causing me to flush a little once more.
Shaking the fog out of my head once more, I spoke as I felt the injuries I sustained lessen significantly, "Better with Panacea's help. Thanks, by the way."
"Don't mention it." She said as she got done healing me, leaving me on the floor flanked by both Glory Girl and her.
Talking about Glory Girl, I saw her face visibly shift as she turned to face the other heroes in the room, "What. The hell. Was that." She demanded, sounding beyond pissed.
Miss Militia spoke up, "I don't know, but rest assured that Shadow Stalker is in some serious trouble for this." The woman said, glaring daggers at the now groaning girl.
"Panacea, would you please heal Shadow Stalker? She has a broken jaw and we can't question her efficiently if she cannot speak." Armsmaster spoke from with his suit, signature halberd in hand.
Amy didn't look too happy about healing Shadow Stalker, but she slowly got up and approached the girl.
She kneeled next to her and reached for her mask, taking it off. I was about to ask why she did that before my blood went ice cold and my heart skipped a beat as I recognized the person who was behind Shadow Stalker's mask.
Sophia Hess. Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker.
A jet of azure flame escaped from my nostrils and mouth as I felt my anger rapidly heighten, going back to every instance of the bullying, of what she did to me.
Of how she made me trigger.
It was an understatement to say I was mad, even pissed wouldn't describe it.
No, it was more.
I.
Was.
Livid.
...Well, that took a while. On just, oh let me see here... six months...
Yeah, I apologize for that, truly I do. I'm going to be honest and say I lost interest in the story, so I apologize for that.
Being honest, this chapter probably wouldn't have even gotten done if it wasn't for my friend that also reads Worm. He got back from basic training not to long ago and started reading Worm once more. So, not wanting to be left behind, I started reading Worm once again as well. Really, you should thank him for this chapter, even if he doesn't read fanfiction at all, lol.
I'm still not done with it, though I'm a little bit closer. About half way through Volume 18 now.
SPOILER ALERT: I'm at the part where it's been revealed that Vista is dead, which sucks as I quite like her, but then again, this is Worm. I'm honestly surprised that ninety percent of the cast hasn't died yet. I do know of Golden Morning though, and if it is what I think it is, then a little over ninety percent is going to die. Again, just Worm being Worm.
It's just as good and depressing as I remember it as well. Wildbow is truly a masterful story teller, but I think he's never heard the word 'break' before. Because I swear, every single character in it needs to take a chill pill for a minute.
I can't get this funny image out of my head, where it's a prime Mike Tyson against a hundred pound soaking-wet highschooler in a twenty round boxing match with the title on the line. Except Mike Tyson is Wildbow and the highschooler is the characters in Worm, and no matter how much they get slumped, the bell just doesn't ring whatsoever.
Being honest, this is kinda my way to cope with it all, as I just want Taylor to just be happy. If anyone really deserves it, it's here.
Now, enough with my rambling, and on to what happened this chapter!
Taylor had her power checked, and as usual she's overpowered. She'll need it, especially here.
Still, just because she's overpowered doesn't mean she's invulnerable, as this chapter very well shows. She is still very new to fighting, so it isn't that much of a surprise that she was getting her ass kicked this chapter even though she really shouldn't. She's still got to train, but if there's one thing Taylor's good at, it's adapting quickly, and with all the help she'll get, she'll be a powerhouse soon enough.
Also, last but not least, she knows who Shadow Stalker is now. I had Amy remove her mask because she did get punched in the face with extremely hot flames, and the mask was still pretty hot. Really, she did it to prevent more burns, but while doing that Taylor has now learned that Shadow Stalker is Sophia. I'm sure this will go well and not have any repercussions whatsoever.
But, that's all I got for you for now. As usual, if you have any suggestions, please let me know as I love to see them, and if you have any praises or complaints, then let me know as well. I can't exactly get better at writing otherwise.
So, until next time, and have an amazing day!