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... to him.
Something was wrong. His body, which usually responded to his whims at the speed of thought, refused to obey him. It simply remained standing there, stock-still as a statue, smoke drifting up from the parts damaged by the blast. The only part of him that was capable of movement were his fingers, which twitched mindlessly at the ends of his hands.
One of his eyes wasn’t working properly, either, blinking in and out of vision like a malfunctioning camera. Every now and then ...
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