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- Dragon, for her part, made a move. Metal objects the size of a beachball were filing out of the sides of her suit. They floated in the air, spreading out in formations. Dozens of them.
- “She’s trying to beat me at my own game,” I said, panting, “Minions. Hate tinkers. Hate tinkers so fucking much.”
- A collection of my bugs died all at once, the sphere dropping to the pavement below with a thud that the bugs could feel.
- I’d encountered this before. Armsmaster’s electric pulse, the one he’d used with his halberd.
- “And I really hate tinkers who share their work.“
- As I glanced over my shoulder, I could see the drones flowing into the sky in waves. I ordered Atlas back to my lair to keep him safe. I didn’t want to risk him, didn’t want to get shot out of the air while flying and I wasn’t able to bring Grue along, wasn’t willing to leave him behind.
- —Worm: Monarch 16.1
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