Luckily…
Lin was at the front.
She was the reason Julius sprinted as hard as he could but didn't break into a desperate scream immediately.
Her posture said something specific to him, not holding position, not waiting for a better moment.
Power accumulating.
He recognized the preparation a half-second before he understood what technique she was loading into it, and when he understood, something in his assessment of risk shifted.
They weren't trying to escape, they were attacking.
Power finally exploded and the kick landed against the mass of hundreds of mutants and disintegrated the nearest ones in the immediate impact zone.
But the impact wasn't the point…
The real function followed a fraction of a second later, a pulse of compressed air that drove outward from the point of contact and displaced everything in a twenty-meter arc that wasn't anchored to the ground.
It wasn't the damage to the mutants who were already dying anyway that mattered.
