He tried to retract the blade in his right arm, but it caught. Pressing the point against the ground, he bent it back into alignment. It retracted on his next attempt.
Having a bit of trouble, Mannequin? I’m sure things will only get better for you from here.
Totally.
My strike with the two-by-four hadn’t done much there. My second just-in-case measure hadn’t worked out.
Ah, right, that’s what did it. Well, it may have won you a moment, at least?
That same arm disconnected and extended towards me as he tried to grab for me, and I turned to one side just in time to avoid being caught. He fired the other arm out with an almost explosive force and I managed to catch hold of it before it got a grip on my costume.
Mannequin has such a hands-on approach.
My swarm made a fourth pass, focusing on the chain of his extended arm and the joints of his shoulders, elbows, crotch and knees where the webbing had already accumulated to some degree.
I suppose literal mannequin anatomy helps with Taylor’s aversion to putting enough insects in a certain area to get a sense of its shape.
Fifty or sixty spiders stayed on the extended chain, spitting out large amounts of their stickiest webbing.
Excellent!
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