Once around the corner, he had immediately changed his appearance. Most people only look at the faces of those they encounter, so even though I was right behind him and his clothes had not changed, he had been counting on my being fooled by a new face. It was actually a good strategy, and one that I, as a fellow shapeshifter, had used myself on occasion.What he hadn’t banked on, however, was my ability as an empath — that I would see through his ruse because of his emotional broadcasts. He did, however, see the light of recognition in my eyes and instantly sensed that the jig was up.The shapeshifter swung at my head. I phased, and the intended blow passed harmlessly through me, striking the wall with enough force to echo down the hallway. The shapeshifter screeched in pain, cradling the fist that had struck the wall with his good hand. Apparently, although he could mimic Dynamo’s appearance, he didn’t have his powers. Good to know.I swung, putting a little extra zip into the blow and making my fist solid just before it connected with his chin.
