My swarm-sense gave me a picture of what happened next. Grue dodged to one side, and Mannequin followed him, his arm unerringly moving to follow his target. My bugs were then blown out of the air as another shot was fired at Grue and Sirius. I could feel it spread out, hitting multiple points on the pair of them.
Ouch.
A shotgun?
Lucy pounced from where she’d been moving in Sirius’ wake, and she landed half-on top of the chain that held me.
I’m not sure that’s a good thing?
I surged another three or four feet up, and the hand caught where it fixed on a loop of metal that had been sunken into the corrugated metal of the roof. This was where the chain was threaded.
Ah, I guess he placed that there in advance himself.
I hacked at the hand again, while gripping the metal loop.
Oh, nice, she’s got a way to avoid immediately dropping if Mannequin lets her go.
The knife caught inside a joint, and I worked at it, trying to bend it or pry the joint apart. I couldn’t really see what I was doing, and the bugs I had on the surface of the hand weren’t as useful as I’d hoped.
Mannequin, spelling with Scrabble pieces: “STOP BRKING MY HANDS”
Skitter, spelling with bugs: “nah”
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