He stepped forward, and I stepped back. Behind me, the arm jumped. Mannequin was using the telescoping blade to help push it in the right direction. It was trying to take a circuitous route around me.
What, to attempt to slowly stab Taylor in the back? Or is he going for the crowd?
My bugs made their eighth sweep past the headless Mannequin.
He lunged for me once again. This time, there was no blocking the hit, no letting my armor absorb it. His movements were ungainly, unbalanced by his lack of an arm, but he stood nine feet tall, usually, and that meant he had reach, no matter the type of weapon he was wielding.
And that’s before you let his arms extend to ridiculous lengths.
I backed off, rapidly stepping away, all too aware that my spiders weren’t working fast enough to stop him before he landed a hit. I was swiftly running out of room to retreat.
Well, this took a bit of a turn, huh.
Nice last ditch effort, Mannequin. Gonna have to give you that one.
There was a sound, a heavy impact followed by the noise of ringing metal. Mannequin stopped and whirled on the spot, striding back the way he’d come.
What?
The sound came again. I chased, trying not to limp, knowing there was little I could do to stop the monster. I crossed half the factory floor before I saw what had earned Mannequin’s attention.
The man who’d helped me with Mannequin had the concrete block in his hand, and for the third time, be brought it down on Mannequin’s head.
Oh damn. He literally picked up what Skitter was putting down, and now he’s a prime target.
The head came free of the chain and fell to the ground, rolling briefly.
Tonight, heads will roll!
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