I glanced down. Three pea-sized darts with flesh-toned feathering were stuck in the fabric of my costume. One in my dress, one in a panel of armor on my chest, and another in the side of my stomach.
“You know, shooting me with these is also kind of rude. Not to mention turning my teammate into a freezer room.”
“Bonesaw,” I growled.
Taylor goes for the less bantery approach, of course.
“Skitter, was it? Bug girl! I really want to find out how your power works!
That’s not a good thing, for Skitter anyway.
I’ll take your brain apart and find the mechanism so I can copy it! Is your costume spider silk? That’s awesome! You know the right materials to work with! No wonder my darts didn’t work!”
Hey, at least she appreciates good work when she sees it!
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