Finding the tips stuck in the denser material of my armor, he whipped both arms to one side, throwing me a solid ten or twelve feet. I sprawled where I landed.
Oof.
I huffed out a breath, feeling pain in my chest with every movement. Then I smiled a little.
My swarm had finally arrived.
You are already dead, Mannequin.
The bugs flowed into the room as a singular mass and roughly half of them swept over Mannequin. He wobbled a little, then turned his attention to me, uncaring.
“This the best you got?”
So are the bugs that swept over Mannequin carrying something that they’re going to use while he doesn’t expect them to be a threat, or something?
Which was a good thing. It was better that he didn’t pay much attention.
This does point that way, or at least towards him underestimating the swarm being a positive and probably accounted for factor.
Behind him, the bugs moved in an almost kaleidoscopic pattern, slowly expanding outward from a center point, their arrangement symmetric.
…I don’t know what the point of this is yet but I’m pretty sure it’d make for a really cool visual.
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