He tilted his head, looking at the arm that was stubbornly refusing to retract back into place.
I made my sixth sweep with my bugs. As the swarm passed, his head snapped up, looking at me. As much as he could without eyes, anyways.
“Oh come on.”
He knew what was happening.
Defeat, that’s what!
A better cape than I might have had a quip there, an insult. I hurt in too many places, in my ribs, my stomach, my shoulders, neck, back and legs.
Worm as a story doesn’t seem to do these sorts of quips very often, but maybe that’s more because of who our protagonist is than because of battle banter not really being much of a thing in the Wormverse. Between Mouse Protector and this comment, this does seem to be the case.
Some of the pain was fierce, like a red-hot poker being driven with a constant, ceaseless pressure into the body parts in question. I couldn’t spare the breath.
But yeah, it’s clearly also a bit of realism. The capes don’t banter too much because they’re focused on the fights and getting through the pain.
The chain dropped from his elbow socket, and I watched as he paced over to his fallen arm, picked it up, tore the remaining chain out, and clicked it into place.
Uh-oh. Seems the magnets are pre-installed in case of chain failure, not added later to fix it.
Maybe gluing the arms into place in the sockets would work?
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