Finding the arm, I picked it up. Heavy, almost too much to hold in one hand.
Not exactly the way you had ever expected to shake hands with the one and only Armsmaster, was it?
It wasn’t just the weight of the armor or the fact that it was a muscular, full-grown-man’s limb – the gauntlet had been crushed around the pole of the Halberd, crumpled like tinfoil.
So that you have to pick up the Halberd too, which is filled to the brim with technology that is smaller than usual but not necessarily lighter?
With the arm and weapon in a bricklayer’s grip that was painful to maintain, I hurried back to Armsmaster’s side, dropped them near him. I shook him, hoping to get him alert, to no avail.
“Here’s your missing limb, I’m sure you know what do do with it.”
With my only working hand, I pried the Halberd free of his glove, rested his arm across his chest, and pressed the button.
“Armsmaster down! CC-7! Leviathan is heading West…”
I wonder how the remaining Undersiders are going to react to hearing Skitter’s voice after her death message. I guess they might think “Was that… no, must’ve just been someone who sounded very similar.”
I felt the bugs I’d clustered in Leviathan’s wounds change direction. The compass point between West and Northwest was what? More Wests than North.
Oh shit! She just found a way to be useful. She’s now able to sense Leviathan’s movements remotely and keep the system updated.
As long as he stays within reach of her power, at least. Fortunately, that ought to be at double range, unless the mystery boost stopped applying.
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