I dismissed that line of thinking and gathered the swarm into a vaguely humanoid shape with a head, arms, and a torso. I tried to balance it on two columns like legs, but I erred in favor of dissolving that into one column for the lower body over risking having it fall over.
Pfft, nice.
Whenever she did this in the past, I figured it was just a really dense cloud of flying bugs, but I suppose it does make more sense to have them balancing on top of (or clinging under, in the case of arms) each other while cheering on their favorite sportsball team. Not least of all because they won’t buzz as much that way.
A good thing the ground was mostly dry, there, or I would have required far more bugs to maintain the shape with the lowermost critters constantly drowning or being pushed away by the motion of the water.
Oh yeah. Wait, there’s dry ground? I thought that was but a myth.
I piloted the swarm-figure slowly towards the first group. Someone noticed and turned away from the door he was trying to smash down with his makeshift club.
Maybe they’ve got someone from the former Empire who decided to join the Merchants instead of one of the E44s, and who’s heard of Skitter’s ability to turn into a bug person.
Either way, though, I doubt that club’s going to help that much, at least as long as Skitter has spare bugs.
He shouted and laughed, drawing the attention of others.
Drawing said attention away from getting into the houses, and away from potential attachs from the back.
Running forward, he swung the club at the swarm like he was trying to hit a home run. The head was scattered, dashed to pieces, and he laughed again.
gg, dude, but that head’s probably about to grow back.
Until the rest of the swarm dogpiled him. Then he started screaming.
Or that. That works too.
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