A whistle from Bitch’s direction and a signal that was too brief for me to catch sent Bastard forward.
Oh hey, sounds like someone’s awake!
With Bitch’s condition, I couldn’t imagine how she handled it, but she managed to pump Bastard up. He grew to half-again the size he’d been, roughly as large as a small car, and when he bit down on Mannequin’s arm this time, he broke the material.
Nice.
If that’s not a milestone against this guy, I don’t know what is.
He adjusted his grip until he had Mannequin’s lower body and legs in a hold, but the material there proved sturdier.
I guess it would have to be, carrying his body most of the time.
Two arms in two fights, I thought, with a grim satisfaction. The flames at our back were getting a touch too close for comfort, so I stepped forward, supporting Grue.
Maybe someday you’ll get one of his legs, too!
His arm around my shoulder, we approached as close as we dared to Bastard’s mayhem.
I think this is a victory at this point. Which means Mannequin, assuming he gets out of this alive, just lost another day. Which I suppose in turn means the time limit for his test is now outside his alloted turn.
Cherish is up next, and she’s going for a deal. I think the next few days are going to be interesting.
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