I was already standing, barely feeling the hurt from where I’d been grazed. Blood pounded in my ears, and I could feel the buzz of my insects.
You really shouldn’t fight right now.
“How-” she started. I didn’t let her finish. My baton held in both hands, I struck her in the upper thigh. When she didn’t fall, I let go of the baton and backhanded her. She toppled, and protests and shouts echoed around me.
Well, here we go.
And of course Regent, Imp and Grue have no idea where that came from.
Also I thought she just said the baton was stuck to the glove? I guess she spent the ten minutes peeling it loose.
It hurt. Damn it, I’d never really hit someone with my hands before. I wondered if I’d managed to break something.
Ouch.
There were still bugs on some of my teammates. I could sense them approaching, Grue and Imp moving to stop me. I ducked out of the way of their hands before they could grab me, and then held up my baton, menacing them.
“Uh-uh! Don’t you dare stop me now.”
I cast a momentary glance towards Shadow Stalker, then augmented my voice with the buzzing and chirping of my swarm, “Don’t.”
It’s worth noting that Regent and his puppet already don’t seem to be trying to do anything. Maybe Regent has a sort of understanding that there’s probably a good reason for this?
“What the hell are you doing!?” Grue roared.
“Ask her,” my response was barely above a growl.
So, Bitch, what do you have to say for yourself?
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