She wanted to press on, and I wasn’t about to try and change her mind. I wouldn’t be able to stop her, for one thing, and I did want to help my people.
For once, Bitch’s unstoppable rage and Skitter’s desire to protect are working in the same direction.
Mannequin moved in a straight line, onto rooftops, down to the ground, or halfway down and through windows that had been stripped of glass, emerging from the far side.
That can’t be the most effective route, even with his mobility.
My bugs swarmed him where I could get them to, trying to snag him with lines and threads of silk and hamper his movements, but I could only get him with a small few at a time.
Yeeah, that doesn’t sound particularly effective.
He was approaching the edge of my effect’s reach, and I knew I’d lose track of him shortly.
Well. At least you have a decent idea of where he’s going?
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