Su Ming could take Doreen knocking Knull out of the sky in stride. He even took off Cloak, letting it carry the two of them as they slowly flew toward where the giant black sphere had fallen. Franklin, however, was full of question marks, confusion showing on his usually calm little face.
Clearly, the boy had no idea how Squirrel Girl had done it. Her attack was neither scientific nor magical, and it did not even involve any concepts. It had been as ordinary as tossing a stone into a lake, with nothing special about it beyond the comical motion.
Yet a single chestnut had severely injured an enemy. If the distance had not made aiming difficult, he would have suspected that Squirrel Girl could kill Knull in one hit.
"Stop thinking about it. She's just using the rules of this world. You don't have to master the rules; following them can make you just as strong." Su Ming's hand landed on Franklin's head again. Ever since acting alongside Dream of a Thousand Cats, he had grown increasingly fond of petting something in his hands. "And to many people, your powers are just as hard to understand."
"But mine are science." Little Rich pursed his lips, seemingly intending to talk about biology, brain waves, and that whole theory of how mutant abilities affected reality.
"But Doreen's is science too. Classical Mechanics." Su Ming cut Little Rich off. After all, he was not a scientist. It was enough to understand a little of everything and know whom to use in which field. Was anyone really expecting a Mercenary to hole up in a laboratory?
Staying in one world for too long made him bored. He simply did not have the temperament for research.
Franklin had no answer. He suspected that, aside