“Got her,” she said, “Fuck yes. You can’t tell me that wasn’t awesome.”
“Good job. Now don’t take your eyes off her. She heals back to pristine condition the second you blink.”
Oh right, I forgot about that. That’s really troublesome.
“We take turns blinking?” She asked.
“Sure. Blink on five. One, two, three, four, five…” I said. I waited until the second count and started blinking on three.
This is good in theory, but sounds difficult to keep up in practice. At least with two people here it’s gonna take more to get them both blinking at once.
We draped Night across Atlas and hurried back toward the others, continuing the count.
Shatterbird had Fog trapped in a box of glass, layers upon layers.
Hah, nice! Contain that fucker!
Every time a puff of smoke escaped, a layering of glass shards covered the gap. My allies were all standing, and our enemies were soundly defeated.
Good job, guys! You’ve come a long way since Buzz.
After a quick exchange to ensure we were sharing the duties of watching Night, I freed myself to check the scene with my eyes, rather than my swarm-sense.
Looks like we’re slipping out of line-by-line narration here, to save some time on the wrap-up of this attack.
But what are we fast-forwarding to?