Before I had even figured out what my bugs were sensing, I reacted to their signals. I slammed my arm out, rigid, my hand splayed, and felt a jarring pain as I tried to absorb my entire body weight with one arm and force myself away.
In other words, she was about to land on something she’d rather have only one contact point with: the metal leg.
I felt a lack of traction as my hand made contact with something soft and squishy.
Or at least that’s what she thought.
Soft and squishy isn’t the words I’d normally describe the hellhounds with, but flesh sure is soft and squishy compared to metal.
My maneuver was too minor to make a real difference, but I managed to buy myself a precious few inches.
My hand, arm and shoulder were caught in the containment foam.
…as is foam. Shit.
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