I wonder if Crawler is more vulnerable from the inside. Maybe throwing the grenade into his mouth could work.
Or it could give him a fancy new kind of breath/spit weapon.
I didn’t get a chance to see. Cache came to life.
Ah, fuck.
Quick, get everyone out of your pocket, Cache! Even if you don’t make it because of the caustic spray, we need the rest of the team!
I couldn’t even imagine what went through his mind. He went from disengaging from a fight with Jack and Bonesaw in a flooded parking lot to facing down Crawler and Mannequin in the middle of a sea of fire.
While covered in boiling corrosive mucus.
Maybe he’d anticipated that, but he couldn’t have anticipated the acid spittle. Holes began to appear in the fabric of his fireproof costume.
Unfortunately not acidproof, clearly.
He managed to maintain his composure- I had no idea how. I couldn’t imagine how it must have felt to be down there, feeling the heat and smoke coming in through the widening holes in the fabric.
And the acid, I’d imagine?
He began using his power, calling up the shadowy geometry that would deposit the heroes onto the battlefield.
Let’s call in the reinforcements!
The two members of the Nine, it seemed, didn’t intend to give him the chance. Both charged for the hero.
Of course. If they can stop this, that’s fantastic news for them. They’d be rid of a whole bunch of local heroes, as well as Legend.
And all this so they could avoid some incendiary bombs Piggot insisted on dropping.
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