Echidna clones rats and insects

A rat.

The rat itself wasn't so unusual. Large for its size, maybe. But it had moved in the same general direction as my swarm, and it was wet with fluids.

The vomit?

I'd been flying bugs over surfaces at a height sufficient to catch humans. It was a waste of energy and bugs to fly them over the ground level, when I generally knew that a road was flat, and any obstacle that was shorter than one or two feet wasn't worth dwelling on.

Moving my bugs closer to the ground, I found more. Rats, wet with the fluids of Noelle's vomit.

She'd absorbed rats? She wasn't limited to cloning people.

I made a point of searching the vermin out and killing them with my bugs. I'd played exterminator once before. Not over so large an area, but I'd done it.

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I could track the rats that were crawling out of the vomit. A dozen of them, and they were homing in on people, savagely biting and clawing into any flesh they found. I made sure to cluster my bugs in as dense a swarm as I could afford, to keep them contained. The bugs I didn't devote to the task worked to disable and distract the more mundane clones.

I might have missed it if I hadn't had the bugs pressed together to contain the rats. Ihad missed it already, countless times. Wasps, hornets and cockroaches were crawling free of the slurry of flesh that Noelle had vomited into the building's lobby. They were attacking my bugs and any people they found.

I couldn't sense them, and I couldn't control them.

- Queen 18.7