No. [ And with this, Zane Riots doubt, leaning on it without subtlety. Like an elbow to the ribs. ] You saw all of this, and you think you can kill a Mistborn? He'll kill you first.
[ He snatches two coins, and presses them together in front of him. In the air. One he Pulls, the other he Pushes, holding them in an equilibrium. ]
You want to see what a Mistborn can do?
[ He burns pewter, and then touches duralumin.
In a flash, his iron, steel and pewter burn through in a riot of color and sensation. He sees, for an instant, his vision crowded out with fine blue lines, leading towards every source of metal on the ship; he feels his body grow impossibly, incredibly strong.
And, for some reason, his Push grows dramatically stronger than the Pull, even though he tried to keep them equal. He has a quarter-second to perceive this, not enough time to understand it, and then the coin flings itself at impossible speed past Cassel's shoulder and scars the stone wall, burying itself deep within.
Zane reaches for another pellet of iron, another of steel, and swallows them. And then he Pulls the two coins back into his hand, from within the wall, grinding the stone that was in the way.
The force of an ordinary Pushing and Pulling match between Mistborn can cause a coin to flatten out. This is more than that. The two coins have been twisted into one, flattened and warped by the forces involved. Twisted into unrecognizability by the impact with the wall.
He is breathing harder, shivering lightly. Duralumin isn't one he has enough practice with. And he won't be able to get it, either, not if his metals are in such short supply here. ]
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[ He snatches two coins, and presses them together in front of him. In the air. One he Pulls, the other he Pushes, holding them in an equilibrium. ]
You want to see what a Mistborn can do?
[ He burns pewter, and then touches duralumin.
In a flash, his iron, steel and pewter burn through in a riot of color and sensation. He sees, for an instant, his vision crowded out with fine blue lines, leading towards every source of metal on the ship; he feels his body grow impossibly, incredibly strong.
And, for some reason, his Push grows dramatically stronger than the Pull, even though he tried to keep them equal. He has a quarter-second to perceive this, not enough time to understand it, and then the coin flings itself at impossible speed past Cassel's shoulder and scars the stone wall, burying itself deep within.
Zane reaches for another pellet of iron, another of steel, and swallows them. And then he Pulls the two coins back into his hand, from within the wall, grinding the stone that was in the way.
The force of an ordinary Pushing and Pulling match between Mistborn can cause a coin to flatten out. This is more than that. The two coins have been twisted into one, flattened and warped by the forces involved. Twisted into unrecognizability by the impact with the wall.
He is breathing harder, shivering lightly. Duralumin isn't one he has enough practice with. And he won't be able to get it, either, not if his metals are in such short supply here. ]
Don't get yourself killed.