But Grue? Grue had surrounded himself in a thick cloud of darkness, to the point that I couldn’t make out his arms and legs in the midst of it. From what I could gather, he was getting some benefit from it, and was pushing the gas away. How long could he sustain that, though?
Hmm.
We haven’t really seen any limit to how much dark gas he can produce, but there might be a time limit on how long he can match the pressure from Mannequin’s gas, as Mannequin continues to produce more of it. However, Mannequin’s gas is affected normally by fluid dynamics, while Grue can control his darkness.
Was the darkness filtering it out, or was he holding his breath, slowly suffocating?
…right, that would be bad too.
“Mannequin,” I said, sounding a million times more calm than I felt. “You’re going to back off and you’re going to let him go.”
Let’s see if Taylor can bluff convincingly and make him think she’s going to throw a match into his cloud. (At least I think that’s where this is going.)
Although, knowing the cloud is small, she actually might do it.
He cocked his head to one side.
“I am?”
I raised the matchbook and, after checking again that my bugs were gas-free, lit it. A handful of my bugs carried it into the air.
I said “throw”, but this possibility did occur to me a little bit back. I just forgot to acknowledge it.
This is basically Taylor’s way of “throwing”, anyway.
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