Tattletale maintained the electrical assault on the bars even as she joined us in taking cover with her back to the magazine stand. The gun she was holding began to whine, with a pitch so high I could barely hear it.
That is probably not a good sign.
Bentley reacted, though, turning his head one way, and then the other. It made Bitch’s job of holding his collar and ensuring he stayed behind cover twice as difficult.
Heh.
The bolts holding the bars to the window frame melted before the bars themselves did. One side swung free, then the entire assembly dropped down on top of a bookshelf.
Excellent. Now you just need to move that away so you don’t burn yourself climbing over it. Maybe Bentley can handle it?
The entire room shuddered as Dragon forced her way through the display window. One gigantic metal talon slammed down on the bookshelf, annihilating most of our cover, and we scrambled to find shelter behind the remaining stands.
Whoop.
Her back legs began working their way towards us, the front of her body staying stationary. This made her back arch, and her head and shoulder mounted turrets gradually shifted to point downward.
Even though we know there’s a nervous system in there, it’s still interesting how the narration equates the mech and Dragon herself. I suppose it’s just a shorthand so Wildbow doesn’t have to constantly write “Dragon’s suit’s” and the like, but still.
It would be seconds before she was spraying the foam down from directly above us.
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