Grue used his darkness to form a dozen false-images of shadow-shrouded silhouettes on nearby rooftops. I did the same with my bugs, but mine were animated, moving.
Grue could do that too, but probably not as precisely or multitasking…ly.
We’d have to run pretty damn soon. There were seven of us, but only two dogs. It was less than ideal.
Seriously, Genesis, where are you? Why’d you go and dissolve?
I’d tried to get Bitch to bring another dog, but she didn’t feel any of the others were trained well enough to bear riders.
That’s fair.
The remaining members of the Nine charged, Shatterbird rising from her position to fly straight for us, barriers of glass surrounding her. Siberian carried Jack and Bonesaw with leaping bounds, while Crawler headed for us.
Well, that’s terrifying.
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