Whether I shut my eyes or suffered the effects of the flashbang grenade, the effect would be the same.
Might as well shut your eyes, then. Save them a little of the hurt.
The moment we took our eyes off Night, she’d become what Tattletale had termed ‘all monster’.
Which doesn’t exactly bode well.
I opted to have more control over my temporary blindness, clamping my hands over my ears, dropping into a crouch to shove my face against my knees, eyes wrenched shut.
Yeah, good call. Not only should it hurt less, but it ought to allow you to open your eyes again more quickly, limiting Night’s monster time.
I sent every bug in my immediate vicinity toward Night, in the hope of slowing her down even a fraction.
The flashbang went off while it was still over us. The last time I’d been around one when it went off, I’d had a wall between me and the detonation. I wasn’t so lucky this time. It wasn’t just bright and loud.
Ouch. I guess something needs to cause that brightness and loudness? I don’t really know how a flashbang works, though.
The blast rattled through me, left me dizzied, unable to balance, almost incoherent. It was scarily like the concussion I’d endured.
You need to stop taking hits to the head.
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