My swarm swamped Night, catching her alien, angular legs with strands of silk.
Lots of legs, only so much silk. It wasn’t really working. It might have been doable if I had a sense of how her body moved, or how the legs bent, but any time I looped silk around what I might consider a knee-joint, it turned inside out, the silk dropping to the ground.
My bugs weren’t finding anything I could identify as a sensory organ, no eyes or anything of the like. Nothing that pepper spray would have an effect on.
Interesting. So how do her senses work? Is she blind, like a reverse ostrich? If you can’t see her, she can’t see you?
Or does she just have visual organs that are completely unidentifiable as such to the bugs?
Okay. Something else. I held back with the bugs that had the silk lines, rearranging them as I closed the distance.
The second I rounded the corner to spot Night, she was human again. She pulled her cloak around herself, glancing around until she spotted me.
“Wait, what, who can see me– oh, it’s her.”
I swallowed, backing away slowly while keeping her in plain view. My bugs gathered, but not to the extent that they blocked my view of her.