The Merchants were responding to my bid for control. Good.
Better to dive into it than crawl through it, I suppose.
Besides, it does imply they see you as a serious threat.
I sipped my tea and found it was lukewarm. I took big gulps in the hopes of finishing it before it got cold.
Suddenly the coziness is fading.
One of the Merchants in the first group shouted something, loud enough for it to carry down the street, and fired a gunshot. Impulsively, I tried to tune into my bug’s hearing and interpret what he was saying, but the strangeness of the noise stopped me. It didn’t translate from a bug’s ‘ears’ to mine.
Hm. That’s interesting. Maybe try a different kind of bug? You’d probably run into the same issue, but maybe there’s a type that has slightly more similar hearing to humans?
The first group started running down the length of the street. They scattered, with smaller groups of two people each heading to different buildings.
Hrm. That could be an issue. Good thing Taylor can largely fight them from where she sits.
Finding the windows boarded up and the doors locked or barricaded, they started tearing at the plywood and planks. Some struck at the doors with their improvised weapons.
Good. Anything that slows them down helps.
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