She was letting them know that trouble was near. I noted that she was holding a plastic tank of gasoline, if the topographic map I was getting from my swarm-sense was right, and the box in her other hand could easily have been matches. That wasn’t good.
Yeah, no, nothing about these eight being here is good.
How long until Taylor realizes that one of the figures is oddly shaped, like a mannequin?
Still, her group had yet to do anything. I kept an eye on them and waited.
Hm, biding their time, I guess. Maybe waiting to see if Skitter will attack first?
Someone in the first group made a run for it, rushing for the space between two of the swarm-figures that surrounded his group. He didn’t make it. The swarms both intercepted him, and he went down, howling in pain.
Nice try.
Wait, hang on, I think I got the groups switched up. The group surrounded by the swarm figures is the eight-person one, and the singing person is in the larger group.
Alright, I think that was a false alarm on my part, then. I don’t think the Slaughterhouse would act like the surrounded group has, nor that Taylor could take out two of them already.
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