Growing confident in the mechanics of flying, I swooped us down. We were faster than the others on the ground, and we passed them with ease. I loosened my deathgrip on the horn to extend one arm out to one side. A wave, a salute.
That done, I pulled up.
Crawler, still bound, was unable to tear through the silk as fast as the millions of spiders were connecting it. If there was only a way to stop the bombing, I could do something to pin him down, buy time for the heroes to arrange more permanent accommodations.
I wonder if he’s too big for Cache to pick up.
But there wasn’t. I could feel the effects as Clockblocker froze Cache in time, then froze himself. His suit, at least.
Oh yeah, that protection!
It was only the four of them – Clockblocker, Cache, Ursa and Weld.
The bomb was about to hit, and I could only guess if we were going to be out of the blast zone.
I think you’re good, if only barely.
…except that was the end of the chapter. Hrm.