I didn’t get a chance to work it out, because Imp was gone from behind me a moment later, and we were faced with the issue of dealing with Flechette and Kid Win and the fact that our movements were getting more and more limited by the growing piles of adhesive, nigh-indestructible foam.
Ah, right, the foam’s still going.
Wait, who’s gone?
Kid Win had pulled himself together enough to draw a small blue pistol from his waist. I tensed, bending my knees and shifting my weight to the balls of my feet so I could move the instant he aimed at me.
I wonder if he could remember… hm… for long enough to aim and shoot at whoever it is.
He didn’t fire it, though. Instead, he slapped his chest, and the armor there opened up, revealing a circular depression. He slammed the little blue gun there, where the weapon stuck like it was glued in, or maybe because of a magnet. The chest portion of his armor closed up.
Hm. Is this the thing he was working on in 9.5? Are the floaty orbs going to replicate the projectiles this gun would’ve fired?
He staggered to his feet, swatted at his face, then looked like he immediately regretted doing that, judging by his pained grunt and gritted teeth. His costume started to light up, glowing with a silvery light where it had been gold, before. Two pear-shaped pieces of metal that had been attached to the armor on his shoulders raised into the air, floating.
Sorry, floaty pears, not orbs.
Abruptly the pieces of metal jerked so the smaller ends pointed at us, and they each belched out blue sparks the size of softballs.
Niiice.
I wonder how it’s controlled. Does something in Kid’s helmet detect brain signals and control the pears accordingly, is it automatic, or…?
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