Their chances were about as good as mine.
Amy. She was turning to run. The others crossed her path, shouted a warning.
Right, we want her to get out of the way too, yeah.
She used her power on the bug she was touching, making a final, haphazard connection.
Please tell me it’s a fusion steed!
My grip over the relay bugs had been tenuous. This wasn’t much better. One bug, and I couldn’t sense enough about it. I didn’t have that innate grasp of its biology, of how it operated, or the instincts that drove it.
It’s really sounding like it’s a fusion, at least!
It would have to do.
I chanced a look over my shoulder and regretted it. Crawler was bound tighter than ever, caught by my bugs, but the look threw me off-balance. I stumbled, nearly falling over.
I managed to keep my feet under me, righting myself, but the movement of my leg made me aware of the strain.
Coddammit, I told you to get that leg fixed!