Gas. Colorless, scentless, swift to spread and it incapacitated in seconds.
…oh yeah, that makes a little more sense.
If my bugs were any indication, it also killed its victims shortly after.
To be fair, their bodies are small, so they might not be able to handle as much as bigger victims? I guess? But yeah, not worth risking that.
Also this explains the lack of blood and the access to people who shouldn’t be in his reach. It’s coming together now.
I looked around, hoping and praying for some sort of outside assistance. Nothing.
Sorry, you haven’t been that lucky since Gestation. Back then the deus ex machina was excusable as the story was still in the setup phase. Right now, not so much.
It was down to me, Grue, Sirius and Bastard.
Hm. Maybe Bastard could have some sort of added benefits from being a wolf instead of a dog, to reinforce the idea that it’s what her power is really meant for?
Probably not enough to take down Mannequin on his own, but enough to help.
Bastard looked unnerved. His master and alpha were out of action. He took a step forward, then back. He was unnerved by Mannequin, and I suspected he could smell the gas.
Aw, poor doggo.
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