"Find your spot, find your group, and attack when your heart beats the fastest," Beam said. One last order, this one finally spoken directly to them. He could do nothing for these people, he realized. There were limits to his abilities. He could feel the extra reach that his competence gave him, and he could also feel the crushing dismay of all that was outside of his reach.
His heart was stone as he thought of such things now. He did not curse himself for the lack of competency as he had in the past. Of course, he desired it – but here in the moment, he could do no more than struggle. In fact, anything more than that, and he would die. He felt that within him. He'd learned that that night. To continually seek evolution and progress, just as he had in his battle with the Hobgoblin – it would get him killed.
