Jack spoke, with no small amount of irony. “Looks like Skidmark’s hosting a party. I think we deserve a night on the town, after waiting as long as we did to reveal ourselves. Be sure to thank our hosts.
I think you might want to revise your verb tense there, in that first sentence.
I’m sure our invitation was lost in the mail.”
Hehe.
Smiles spread across more than one face.
Crawler was the first one off of the roof, throwing himself into the night air to land in the dead center of the crowd. The others followed quickly after, Shatterbird and Burnscar launching themselves to the far corners of the massed crowd, conjuring up storms of glass shards and flame to block their victim’s retreat.
I still don’t really sympathize much with the Merchants, but at least this wasn’t something they signed up for.
Bonesaw’s creations poured over the edges of the rooftop to herd the remainder of the crowd and keep them contained to one area.
…how many does she have now?
Or is this just referring to the spiderbots and such, perhaps?
It was just four of them left on the rooftop. Siberian, Bonesaw, Jack and Cherish.
The same group that went to warn Alec and Rachel about the Shattering.
Siberian reached out and gripped Cherish by the shirt collar. More graciously, she extended a hand toward Jack. He gripped it tight.
Gotta go fast? Gotta go faster faster fasterfaster Siberian X?
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