“Probably telling the protectorate that they have us confined.” Tattletale replied to his unasked question.
Grue cursed internally, observing Aegis bring out his phone. “We are running out of time.” She was right. But.” Tattletale began with a worried glance outside through holes in the shadows around the building. “ Look people, I'm not advocating that at all. Make this whole thing even more of a failure than it already was.” Grue pronounced, a bit of disgust entering his tone towards the end. “We are not going to just surrender here. “Fuck that.” Bitch was, if anything, even more against it.
“.So then what? We just roll over and submit?” Regent didn't seem to happy with this idea. “If you'll look outside, Vista has already begun confusing what exactly constitutes the 'back' and 'front' of this building.” Tattletale dryly responded. And with Vista there, it's going to be a long run.” “Break out the back?” Regent inquired. “You see their formation? They've split up in a pattern intended to catch us if we try and run for it. “Just shadow everything, and we walk out like nothing's the matter.” “Because.” Tattletale interjected. “Why isn't that our plan for all the Wards?” Regent asked. So, Plan A is cover her in my shadows, and hope the disorientation effects leave her unable to do anything.” Grue decided. Although she hasn't noticed yet.” Tattletale replied, a slight grimace of annoyance still on her face. She have any enhanced senses or something like that?” Grue questioned. “That isn't necessary, I am perfectly capable of controlling myself.” Grue immediately decided that, to the end of his days, he would never understand how Tattletale said that with a straight face. “Regent, if she starts, shut her mouth.” “Aye aye, cap'n.” Regent faux saluted. We are not poking the mental issues of someone who can knock out Lung.” Grue left no room for interpretation. If I-” Tattletale began, only to be interrupted once again. “Well, she seems to have a lot of insecurities. And whoever is on the rooftop.” It was a grim picture indeed. “There's still the other Wards there, so even if we do deal with the girl, who frankly seems to have gone to the same school of bullshit powers the Triumvirate did, there's still them to deal with. “So what do we do at this point?” Grue questioned. Before it was replaced by a sigh of resignation. “Because apparently, she just went to a bag labeled 'superpowers' and grabbed a handful when it came time for her to trigger.” “Judging by the way Clockblocker is still favoring his head, and his motions towards Buster? Self-localized power nullification.” A odd gurgling sound came from the back of Grue's throat, disturbingly distorted by his shadows into an echoing growl in the process. “.Are there any other powers she has?” Grue snidely remarked. Okay, we might be able to work with-” “On the other hand, she makes Aegis look squishy, and could take anyone here in a fist fight.” Tattletale said absentmindedly. “Now that,” Grue stated, “is some actual good news for once. “That is not helping my concerns.” “Now that she's stable, she won't want to kill people?” Tattletale offered. Just heavily brutalized.” “Actually, the lower limit of her power is too high for her to manage a non-lethal attack against a unenhanced human.” Grue stared. “So maybe we won't all get blown sky high today. “Powers do seem connected to conflict, so maybe.” “Well isn't that great.” Grue sarcastically remarked. “Well, actually, she appears to have somehow mentally stabilized a bit.” Tattletale mused. Presumably not wanting to get her dogs hurt. Who Tattletale described as, and I quote 'slowly going bugfuck insane.'” Bitch scowled, but acknowledged the point. You know, the girl who made swiss cheese out of motherfucking Lung.
“You see that?” Grue pointed towards one of the heroes outside. “I can take them, just let me-” “No, you can't take them.” Grue talked over her. “I will do things I will very much regret later.” Before Tattletale could dig herself in deeper, Bitch spoke up. “If you finish that sentence,” Grue proclaimed menacingly. “Three or four you said! Three or four! This is triple that number! Triple!” “Well, as I said three or four, technically it can't be counted as-” Tattletale began, before being interrupted by shadows beginning to slowly spiral around her. “Ro-rough estimate?!” Grue snapped a little. “Well, it was always a rough estimate.” She pointed out. “Might be-” “Thank you Tattletale, allow me to rephrase that, why are there nine fucking people out there.” Grue interrupted. “There's someone on the roof over there.” She pointed over to a nearby house. “ Tattletale, perhaps you would like to explain to me why there are eight fucking people out there.” “Nine, actually.” Tattletale winced.
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