Holding the head, I hauled back, pulling more chain from the neck. With one hard pull, I hauled half of his body in my direction, the exertion making every injury I had screaming in protest.
Another pull, and I dragged his body another half-foot back, but I got one or two feet of length from the neck-chain.
Suddenly an engine starts whirring, and a large, sharp propeller pops out the back of his torso and starts spinning rapidly. Around it, wheels show up too.
Skitter accidentally found out how to start Mannequin’s lawnmower mode.
Even with stuff gumming up the works, his chest clearly had stronger mechanisms inside it than the rest of his body did. The chain began slowly retracting.
I suppose that’s a natural result of it being larger, and the thing that pulls in most of his limbs.
Someone appeared behind me, and his hands gripped the chain, just a bit behind my own.
Ooh! A civilian deciding to help out?
It would be interesting if it turned out to be the patriarch, but that seems a bit far-fetched. For one thing, he has no obvious reason to come here, and for another, he’s shown no sign of such character development.
No, I think this is one of the civilians from the crowd.
Unless of course it’s Grue, but I’d imagine he’d be taking care of his own territory now, or of Tattletale, not randomly showing up in Skitter’s fight.
He added his strength to mine, and Mannequin’s body was dragged another two or three feet back.
TUG! OF! WAR!
TUG! OF! WAR!
TUG! OF! WAR!
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