I could feel Siberian. Through my bugs, I could tell the darkness hadn’t reached around that corner to where Amy, my newly reformed decoys and the two sections of truck were.
But Siberian has?
It was as good a time as any. We needed to delay, so I wrote the words ‘run in 3’ in front of Amy, along with an arrow. The three transformed into a two. Then a one.
A countdown in shifting bugs sounds like it’d look cool.
I sent the decoys off in different directions.
Sweet. And by making sure Amy knows when and where to run, it’ll look more like she’s in sync with the decoys.
Siberian lunged just as I’d expected her to, crashing through the decoy that was moving fastest. She plunged her hands into the nearby wall and ripped out a chunk of brick and mortar, flinging it.
You know something that’s going to suck in any ‘verse where superpowered fights are common?
Insurance premiums.
Of course, Brockton Bay is currently so bad off even for a superpower setting that the insurance companies have probably declared the city dead to them by now, voiding any insurances they could of things located there and jacking up the premiums further on those they couldn’t void.
It broke apart as it left her hands, forming a scattershot spray.
Yikes.
More than one fragment of brick hit Amy, judging from the way she stumbled. None of the hits had been too serious, at least, because she managed to keep moving.
Ow, ow, oof.
Using my swarm-sense, I formed a mental map of the area. Buildings, cover, features of the terrain. What was a good option? Should I drive her to keep running or to find cover? Would Siberian be able to second-guess my suggestions?
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