Snapping my head around to check, I saw our escape route barred by Fog’s mist.
Naturally.
I could see Angelica’s silhouette in the midst of the cloud. Bitch and Tattletale were struggling to drag Grue back away from the advancing mist.
When I was counting the eyes the Undersiders had available, I didn’t account for the fact that three of the eyes’ users were unavailable at the moment.
Grue, too weak to stand, was trying to use his darkness to wall Fog off.
Oh hey, you’re up!
I am actually quite curious how the darkness and Fog interact.
Grue might have stopped Fog entirely, except he was so weak that his darkness was dissipating almost as fast as he produced it. Fog slipped through the largest gaps and continued a slow but inexorable advance.
It seems like they either collide or interact in a way that Fog is aware of and that is undesireable to him. Otherwise, he could just flow right through.
Night was still struggling to get away from the bugs as they navigated around the folds of her cloak and the coverage of her mask.
Not gonna be as easy as just running.
Drawing my baton, I started to advance on her. Night was human like this, vulnerable.
As long as you don’t. blink.
She drew her hand from her sleeve. Another canister with a pin in it.
“Regent!” I shouted.
This one comes prepared, but Taylor knew of the possibility now and can react faster. As can Regent, hopefully.
He snapped his hand out, and Night’s arm bent in a palsied, twisted angle. The grenade fell to the ground, and Night fell on top of it.
Nice!
I thought that Regent had been the cause of her fall, until I saw her raise her head, her good hand holding the grenade, pin held in her teeth through the fabric of her mask.
Oh.
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