He paused and looked over his shoulder at the swarm.
“Ooooooh…”
Hmm. Maybe I was onto something when I talked about turning biosphere sensors outward, but looked at the wrong thing to sense? Maybe he senses the world around him via air pressure, and moving the bugs like this could stir the air in ways that are very confusing to him?
Except Skitter appeared to abandon her musings on how he sensed things, and that particular explanation is a bit far-fetched.
He was apparently able to sense my bugs on the floor, floating in the air.
Hm, interesting.
That much was apparent. He hadn’t, at the same time, been able to tell I wasn’t bleeding out into a pool on the ground, or that I was still breathing while I lay prone on the factory floor. My plan hinged on two things; whether his peculiar means of sensing things would let him grasp what I was doing here, and if he would be able to do something about it.
Alright, so it does at least indirectly have to do with his senses. But that’s apparently more a thing to overcome and/or use to make the crawleidoscope work, than the thing it’s designed to deal with.
The formation ceased expanding, then swept over him again. Once again, he wobbled, staggered a step.
Looks like it’s throwing him off-balance, at least.
He charged through the mass of bugs that now sat between the two of us, running towards me. I managed to parry one swing of his blade with my piece of wood, then jump out of the way of the second blade. When I tried to block his kick with the two-by-four, however, I lost my grip and it fell to the ground.
Expelliplankus!
He kicked me a second time, hard, and I staggered back, hand to my stomach, nausea building up in my throat. I controlled my breathing to keep my dinner down.
Yeah, please do. We don’t want too much vomiting around here.
Murder, blood, gore, creatures never meant to exist? Sure, that’s fine. Vomit? No thanks, that’s just gross.
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