Blast Girl stared at the device in horror. “It’s a bomb!”
“How much time—” Jade Fist began.
They knew they wouldn’t make it out of the building before it blew up. Despite her explosive abilities, Blast Girl wasn’t immune to bombs, and Jade Fist could project concentrated psychic force but not create diffuse fields to protect them or contain the bomb itself.
“I’ve got it!”
Blast Girl and Jade Fist turned incredulous gazes on Armordillo. Incredulity quickly became horror as they watched him pick up the bomb and activate his impenetrable spherical shell, trapping himself inside with it. An eternal ten seconds later, they heard the muffled explosion.
“Did he just…” Jade Fist couldn’t finish the question. Blast Girl’s eyes welled up with tears.
“After all the times we made fun of him for being useless,” she said.
“Made fun of who?” Armordillo asked breathlessly.
They stared at him in disbelief. “How did you get out?” Jade Fist asked.
“Ejection seat, duh. Who are we making fun of?”