No.
Crawler’s pause to grab concrete had bought me time to get my bugs into position. They swept over Crawler, laying down braided ropes of silk joined by adhesive lines and thin gossamer.
Still not sure these are going to be strong enough.
Even caterpillars began offering their assistance, using the silk they produced for cocoons.
Using every resource available, I see.
He was a big guy, but it was a lot of silk.
Hm. I suppose so.
I could see how it hampered his movements. There was even something approximating surprise on his face as he dropped down so all six legs were firmly on the ground, and his forelimbs didn’t extend as far as he’d expected.
Alright, I can accept this. They’re not strong enough to stand in his way, but they can weigh him down.
He tried to run and found himself hampered further.
And make his legs sticky.
Crawler sported two or three tons of physical prowess, and his power had fine tuned him into a physical specimen like few others. My bugs had millions of years of evolution to refine the quality of their silk and their ability to produce it.
True enough. It’s good stuff.
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