Four blades sprang from Mannequin’s left forearm. The limb began to rotate, slowly at first, then faster, until the four blades were whirling like a helicopter propellor.
Ooh.
So what’s this whirling blade pitcher for? I doubt he intends to fly with it like a helicopter, considering his head is already touching the ceiling.
Colin tensed, preparing to jump the moment the limb shot towards him. He’d never wanted his suit so badly.
Yeah, you probably don’t want to touch that out of costume.
Probably not in costume either.
The propeller-like whirl of the blades gave the arm some buoyancy, and it shifted enough to come into contact with Mannequin’s leg. All at once, it ricocheted, shearing through the computer, bouncing violently off of Mannequin’s head, then his leg again, the desk, then his arm.
…whoops?
Y’know, when I said he might cut off the connection, I didn’t mean it literally.


