“Want to see what happens when one of them is buried inside you when he turns it into one of his blasts of wind?” Hookwolf asked. Again, the low laughter at my expense.
Ah, yeah, that sounds unpleasant.
Grue was moving toward me with purpose, now.
Oh, good.
I stirred bugs from the ground around him to place them on his body, get a sense of what he was doing. He was carrying something three and a half feet long, nearly a foot wide, a rounded off shape that was all smooth metal.
Hm. Okay?
I can’t tell what this is. There isn’t even anything that jumps out at me as a first guess.
Shit.
I flipped over and scrambled away.
Kinda sounds like Taylor has some idea, at least.
Stormtiger was behind me, and he kicked me in the back as I tried to rise up and start running, shoving me back to the ground, hard. I was glad for my mask as my face bounced off the pavement.
Ouch.
Go with it. Remembering the tips Brian had given me during our sparring session, I used the fact that Stormtiger had created a bit more distance between us and continued to move away as fast as I could manage.
Yeah, can’t very well kick you in the back again if you’re too far away after the previous kick.
“Running?” Hookwolf laughed, “You can try.”
Poetry from Doki Doki Literature Club aside, is he about to chase after her in wolf form?
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