Mannequin shut his mouth, stepping back. Half of the tissues went out or were dropped by the burned dragonflies before they got close enough. Which meant that the other half made it.
Well, I guess it won’t result in an in-mouth explosion, but it should still be pretty near him.
The gas ignited for a second time, but I didn’t get to see it. Grue shielded us with his darkness once more. Whether it was to dampen the shockwave or keep us from being blinded by the light or something else, I didn’t know.
Possibly both.
I could only trust that it worked. The darkness dissipated, we were standing, Mannequin wasn’t.
Good job, both of you. 😀
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