If she’d been intending to use the smoke to screw with my insects, she’d underestimated my power.
Ah, fair enough!
I canceled out the instincts and sent the bugs through the smoke, blind, feeling out for her. I found her running towards us, through the smoke.
“She’s coming!” I shouted.
And since Miss Militia can’t see through the smoke, she’s now at a disadvantage much like the one Grue would impose, except without the suppressed sound and oily characteristics of the darkness.
In retrospect, that was a mistake.
Case in point, Taylor just gave away her position.
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