But in front of the cat, he had to remain an elegant, well-mannered blade of grass.
Albert took a moment to steady himself. "Let me think," he said.
Think about what to do next.
The skunk's sprayed secretion had formed an airtight "gas zone"—wherever it spread, it choked everything in its path.
Charging straight back in and fighting through it wasn't impossible, but it would be miserable. Hayes' combat effectiveness would inevitably drop, and that would give the mutants an opening.
And those people…
Albert swept his gaze across the cavern. Then he noticed something.
The mutants had gathered together and were having Yannie release hallucinogenic pollen, numbing several of their sensory nerves.
With their senses dulled, the stench's effect on them would be greatly reduced.
Albert: "..."
So that was an option, huh.
He had to admit it—this murder squad's ability distribution did, in fact, complement one another disturbingly well.
