Spawner- Gliding Skin

Time to not be Bradley anymore.  He would be strategic about this, lunge for the more vulnerable targets.

When he moved, he moved with a body engineered by a thousand refinements, a thousand chunks of meat and body parts marinated in the fear and adrenaline of his meals.  He couldn’t eat with the mouth he had now, but he could be fed.

He was swift, and his leaps were as long as Swansong’s were with her blasts.  Skin stretched between elbow and waist, giving him a foot or two of glide.

- Ward, Interlude 15.z