More of my bugs set sticky pieces of glass down on top of lenses and sensors. That was apparently enough for Dragon, because she stopped spraying the foam altogether and started using the two turrets that weren’t dedicated to fire management to deploying the same vapor that shrouded her legs.
Huh. What is she trying to do, fill the whole room with vapor so it reaches up to her sensors?
It surrounded her, and the work I’d done to stick things to her began to come apart as the foam turned runny.
I guess it spreads upwards enough that that wasn’t necessary. It slipped my mind how low this thing is to the ground, for that matter.
A wave of darkness swept over her. Grue was awake, and had formed a loose group with Shadow Stalker and the dogs.
Eyy! Good to see ya, man. Now let’s find a way to get the hell outta here before the Protectorate arrives.
All but one of the dogs were normal sized, now, with no sign or trace of their mutations.
The one left would be Angelica, right? If I recall correctly, she was bigger than the others, since she’s well trained enough that Bitch could trust her with that.
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