Did he use radar, like Cricket? It would be my first assumption, except my bugs hadn’t heard anything of the sort.
Nope.
No. This line of thinking wasn’t accomplishing anything.
I heard him sharpening his blades against one another with the sound of steel on steel.
At least it’s not steel on flesh yet.
I could sense the movement, from the bugs that were drifting down onto him. A man in the crowd whimpered, and Mannequin turned towards him.
…yet.
The metal singing in the pauses between the scrapes of blade on blade. Mannequin was standing still, observing.
…hmm? What is he observing, exactly? He’s turned towards the crowd…
I had to come up with a plan of attack, or others would pay the price. My deadline was the point, I suspected, that someone lost their nerve and tried to run.
That seems likely.
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