Using my power, I found difficulty at every turn. Everywhere I sent my bugs, I encountered fire. I felt like a blind person tapping their cane around himself to get a sense of the surroundings, encountering only danger, destruction.
That’s… pretty much exactly what she is, except for the cane being metaphorical.
A picture was gradually unfolding, and it was an ugly one.
How bad is it?
We ran, Grue leading the way. We fell four times. My legs and back were burned, Grue had his injured leg, and we were running slightly downhill.
I guess that’s better than uphill, at least. Downhill leads to water, and is easier.
He was clutching my shoulders hard enough that it hurt, and leaning heavily on me with every other step, while my legs had none of the strength needed to support him.
These two have no business running right now, but they don’t have much choice.
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