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- My beetle started walking backwards. Cirys was a lot heavier than the kids had been, but the tanky insect had relatively little trouble lifting him to safety.
- “So that’s three times we fought her, three times we lost,” he said once he was on relatively less squirmy ground. “I don’t think we’re doing this right.”
- Gwen sighed. “Hate to admit it, but you’re right. This just isn’t working. Even if we have a VIP to protect and a complete rookie…” she trailed off, then reached up to take a small spider off of Cirys’ hair. “We shouldn’t be getting our asses kicked like that by lesser bugs.”
- Nice of you to notice.
- “They’re really fast,” Horzel complained. “I try to hit them, but they just jump out of the way.”
- That would be because he wasn’t so much ‘trying to hit them’ as he was ‘wildly swinging, hoping to hit them’. Considering how many fights I’d been in, predicting his swings was elementary.
- “I stopped trying to not kill them,” Cirys admitted grumpily. “It’s not helping.”
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