Stormtiger raised one hand in the direction he’d come and created a blast of wind to clear a path through Grue’s darkness and reveal Hookwolf and Cricket.
Looks like we’re going up against all at once. At least Grue can somewhat slow down these two, for about as long as they can keep Stormtiger from blowing it all away.
That’ll change if Stormtiger can create a full-fledged local storm that he doesn’t have to keep actively controlling, though.
“Fancy this,” Hookwolf chuckled, looking down at me, “We decide to attack the blockades and avoid being hemmed in like the ABB was, and we happen upon you?”
“Not looking for a fight,” I told him.
Well, they kind of are. Just not this fight.
“Stormtiger, find the others of her group.” Hookwolf snarled, apparently not considering my words worth responding to.
It seems like Hookwolf is assuming they’re nearby and forgetting that Stormtiger’s presence is the only thing keeping Grue from just covering everything in darkness again.
“Can’t,” Stormtiger spoke, from where he stood above me. “Not smelling them.”
“You smelled her.”
That’s because she’s actually, y’know, here.
“And I smelled the two uniforms from the ambulance. Other one’s bleeding, sitting near the ambulance somewhere over there. Darkness boy isn’t around anymore or I’d be able to smell him.”
Are you sure about that? After all, he’s the Scentless Man, as we’ve covered extensively.
…or is he?
(yes he is)
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