A dozen gouges criss-crossed his side, each wider than my handspan. One of the gouges had even shattered some of the protective bone plating. Brutus exhaled slowly, shuddering.
She’d done that?
I sent my bugs at the woman,
A justified reaction. But yeah, so much for retreat.
but the delay Night had created had bought time for Fog to get close. His mist blocked the path to Night, reduced the woman to a faint silhouette, and where the cloud passed, my bugs were crushed alive in midair.
Damn. It seems he can really fine-tune the movements of individual molecules in the gas.
The mist swelled forward, and we backed up as best as we were able.
I checked our escape route. It was blocked by none other than Night herself. Had she teleported? Cloned herself? No, it wasn’t cloning. I couldn’t see her silhouette anymore.
Hm. Shadow-walking, as in shadow-to-shadow teleportation? Would make sense for that to be an ability of someone called Night.
“What the fuck is this woman?” I asked, “Tattletale?”
“You know how the Manton effect could maybe be a psychological block that comes parceled with our powers?”
Oh no. Are you saying she’s one of the people who got around the effect?
I nodded, once.
“Okay, well, imagine that this woman got powers that let her turn into something so wrong that she’s got some sort of mental block that keeps her from transforming if anyone can see.
Interesting. So kind of like the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who but with transformation instead of movement… I suppose that’s why she has Fog cover up the view when they’re doing things like murdering that cameraman a few chapters ago.
Maybe because she’s so ashamed of being seen like that. When nobody’s looking, though, she’s a monster. Lightning fast and all sharp.”