“That’s…”
“Not even remotely close to the truth,” Tattletale confessed. “But it’s the best I can offer you. Don’t take your eyes off her.”
So basically, that’s not why, but the end result is the same – her power is terrifying but she can only use it when no one’s looking.
“Right.”
I began massing my bugs. I was going to need to catch Night off guard, debilitate her enough to take her down before she retreated to safety. Swarm her, swat her down, then we’d figure out how to deal with Fog.
Shame the bugs presumably don’t count against the Weeping Angel thing. Maybe they would if Taylor were to accept visual input from them, but that’s too overwhelming in larger quantities.
A bit optimistic, but it was a plan, anyways.
Night reached into her sleeve and retrieved a canister. I recognized it immediately.
A flashbang grenade.
…of course. When your power relies on not being seen, you pack something that temporarily blinds everyone present.
“Tattletale?”
“I see it,” she murmured her response. “Grue, we’re going to need you to cover this shit.”
Yes, good plan. Literally cover this.
I felt a ton of weight suddenly press heavily against my back.
“Grue!” Tattletale shouted.
…shit.
Grue had fallen against me, and he slid from that position to staggered to the ground at my side, landing with his hands and knees on the ground.
Is he still conscious?
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