Unravels a sheet

And without another word, Taylor turned her attention back to the sheet in her hands, and then the extra arms started moving. They looked gangly and unwieldy and like they would clank and clutter and clash, tangling up as they got in each other’s way and tried to all do the same thing at once. Amy had thought for sure that they would be clumsy and nearly useless, although in hindsight, it was a bit silly to think that Taylor would use a hero who was so ineffective and uncoordinated.

Instead, the extra arms moved rapidly and with purpose, picking at individual threads and unraveling them with a speed and precision that boggled the mind. The lower pair grabbed at them, combining and fusing them together as they wound the strands into balls of cotton yarn and set them aside for what Amy could only imagine was future use.

Before her very eyes, the sheet was shrinking one weave at a time.

And Taylor… Taylor simply held onto the sheet with her one pair of real arms, brow furrowed in a look of concentration as the extra sets of arms pulled apart the tiny threads one by one. As though she wasn’t doing by herself what clothing companies dedicated entire buildings full of machines for.