“Damn it!” Grue swore. “Go! Go!’
One minute, give or take.
We ran. There was the sound of more rubble shifting out of place, and then a guttural laughter. It sounded more like it came from multiple gargantuan people laughing in sync than it did from the one monster.
How many mouths does he have?
“More!” His voice was even more unnatural, a jumble of individual sounds that only barely came together into something like a word.
Wait, what? Did he actually get hurt somehow? Or is he just thrilled by the fight?
Not so different from when I spoke through my swarm. “Fight me!”
The impacts of heavy footfalls were audible as Crawler broke into a run, giving chase. They were even tactile.
Is it perhaps that he’s seen the results of Sundancer’s power and wants to touch?
He was more than a hundred feet behind us, but I could feel his impacts shake Sirius.
Damn.
As my bugs struggled to catch up, my swarm sense felt Crawler stop, rearing up on his two hindmost legs.
Hm? What’s wrong, kitty? Timmy fall in a well again?
He caught at one corner of a building and tore, twisting his body to throw a chunk of brick.
Oh. That’s not good.
“Look out!” I shouted.
My words were too slow. The rock collided with Genesis, catching one wing.
Shit!
(One rock, three Undertravelers, yada yada…)
She collapsed to the ground, and both Ballistic and Imp fell the fifteen or so feet to the ground. Imp shrieked as she landed.
Hey, Imp, at least you have the super useful power in this situation that you can avoid people noticing your embarassingly painful landing!
Or maybe Ballistic could stick his hand down and launch the Earth out of orbit!
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