Since one of the Striders is now focused on someone that can easily take it out, X diverts her attention to the Strider Annabelle is not occupied with.
It doesn't take her long to take a running jump across one rooftop, clawing her way up to a spot she can leap from.
She doesn't scream as she launches herself at the Strider, claws catching and holding, legs swinging free for a moment. Then she swings herself sideways, digging in with a footclaw and clambering to the top of the creature.
It's kind of like the armored car, but taller. And more prone to whipping around.
Now, to find this thing's version of an engine. Or controls.
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It doesn't take her long to take a running jump across one rooftop, clawing her way up to a spot she can leap from.
She doesn't scream as she launches herself at the Strider, claws catching and holding, legs swinging free for a moment. Then she swings herself sideways, digging in with a footclaw and clambering to the top of the creature.
It's kind of like the armored car, but taller. And more prone to whipping around.
Now, to find this thing's version of an engine. Or controls.