She tipped half the vial’s contents into an empty container and handed it to Jack. Both protected from my power, they started backing away.
I’m sorry, I can’t help but imagine them moonwalking, and from there the image of Jack Slash in the role of Michael Jackson just springs into my mind. Especially him using those weighted shoes MJ had that let him dip really far forward.
Jack would rock the dark version of that outfit, too. I suppose Bonesaw could join in with a small light version.
I moved to edge around the cloud of black smoke, but Jack struck me with the knife. I had to use my forearms to cover my unprotected face.
Why was her face unprotected, again? I forget.
I just had my glasses, some bugs, and a layer of cloth protecting it. Nothing that would guard against Jack’s cuts.
Yeeah, might wanna keep that out of line of slash.
All the more reason to get rid of the white smoke. If she can use her bugs to sense what she can’t see while protecting her face, she’ll be much better off.
When I’d lowered my arms, they had already turned a corner, running in the general direction of Arcadia high.
Time to take ‘em to school.
Wait, no, that’s where we don’t want them going.
Running around the cloud of black smoke cost me a precious minute. I made my way around the same corner they’d rounded, and stopped short as I came face to face with another black cloud.
I suppose they anticipated her following the same way.
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