The only difference between then and now was that he was using his power to help and protect himself and himself only.
“Motherfucker.” Even without intending to do it, I used my swarm to carry my voice. His head craned around, as if to look at the swarming bugs who had just, for all intents and purposes, spoken. Eventually his ‘face’ turned back to me.
Can I just say? I really like the swarm speech thing. It’s a super cool effect.
“I have no idea how the fuck I’m going to do it,” my voice was a low snarl, barely recognizable as my own beneath my anger and the noises of the swarm. “But I’m going to make you regret that.”
Damn! Skitter’s fired up now!
So fired up that she comes across as badass even while admitting her weakness to the enemy and the crowd. Nice.
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