The wires were a problem.
Not because they hurt him. But because they were forcing his movements into paths the others could read and punish.
In addition, whoever was using it had good instincts. They pulled their ally out of danger whenever he got too close.
'Change of plan.'
He stopped trying to break them.
Instead, he let the next one wrap around his right arm and kept rolling it until the thin threads stacked over each other. Once it was dense enough, he pulled it tight.
The source finally revealed itself — a figure crouched low on the broken skeleton of an overturned vehicle, both hands extended.
Thin filaments trailed from the tips of her fingers like spider silk, taut and trembling under the force of his pull.
She had no choice but to move with it. But she wasn't an idiot.
Quickly, she cut the wire at the base of her fingertip and rolled over.
Francis already expected that. He planted his feet firmly and opened his maw.
"RAWWWWR!"
