I don’t know what I expected, but I stood there for a few seconds. Maybe I was waiting for an apology, some sort of excuse, or an admission from them that I was right.
Sorry, it’s not coming.
None of them opened their mouths to offer any of that.
I turned to leave, pushing the hatch open as I stepped back into the gravel lot that surrounded the high-rise in construction.
“Come on Taylor,” Grue called out behind me. I didn’t listen.
“Hey!” He raised his voice.
What do you have to say here, Grue?
I didn’t reply. I was too angry, and as moronic as it sounded, I didn’t want our parting words to be me cussing at him.
That’s more Circus’s style.
“parting words”. She’s seriously thinking about leaving for good here.
I was three paces away from the hatch when I heard the crunch of gravel behind me. I wheeled around to see Grue closing the gap behind me, one arm outstretched, as if to grab me.
“Stay.”
My temper exploded at the same time my bugs did, spilling out from beneath my costume. At my instruction, they swept between Grue and I, creating a barrier of sorts.
Oh shit!
I was already thinking of how I’d deal if it came down to a fight – his costume covered his skin, but I remembered the vents on the edge of his mask, that redirected the flow of his darkness from his face out the edges of his mask, so the skull image would stand out. In a pinch, my bugs could get in that way. His power didn’t really affect me, but would a slow trickle of my bugs into his mask compensate for his obvious advantages in hand to hand fighting?
Hm. It certainly sounds like an advantage, especially once those bugs get to his eyes.
I heard the growling of Bitch’s dogs. They weren’t full size, but they were bigger than normal, locked into the beginning stages of their transformations.
…right, that’d be a problem. Skitter vs Grue, she might win, but Skitter vs all the other Undersiders sounds a bit harder.
In the dimly lit lot of the construction area, I could see their shadows through the haze of my swarm. Dealing with them would be hard, if not impossible.
“No,” Grue spoke, on the other side of the swarm. “Fuck. Let her go.”
I turned and fled.
Byyye.
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