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Pointing up, you signal to the others that you’ll be climbing up to the ceiling. Callisto nodded, but Squirt was starting to look a little unsure of herself. You gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and instructed her to hop onto your back. Once her hands and feet were firmly locked in place, you created an impromptu web harness in order to keep her from slipping.
Due to your current size, climbing up to the tall ceiling took longer than you would’ve liked. A large part of this was due to Callisto being a slower climber. It would appear that those suction cups didn’t allow for swift wall-crawling. And things only got more difficult for her when you reached the actual ceiling and started your horizontal climb towards the cage. It seemed like it was physically taxing for her to swing her arms back and forth in order to keep up with you. She was struggling to keep her breathing under control, and her movements vaguely reminded you of someone trying to swing from monkey bars. The only reason that she hadn’t gotten tired or lost her grip was due to her multitude of arms working in tandem with one another.
You thought about offering to carry her as well, but that would’ve been difficult with the little Squirt already on your back. You couldn’t even try to fire a webline between walls, considering your current size and the relative distance between both surfaces.
After several more grueling, nerve-wracking minutes, you finally made it to where you were directly above the birdcage. Tossa sat on the cold, metal floor, wrapped up in soft blankets and snoring peacefully.
You signaled for Callisto to follow you, and began your descent on a webline that was still connected to the ceiling. You could feel Callisto sliding down the line as well, and the shrinking girl’s breath was loud in your ears.
Carefully, you positioned yourself in such a way that you would slide right between the metal bars of the cage, without touching them. Squirt clung to your back and made herself as small as possible to avoid hitting the edges. You glanced up to check on Callisto, but she was twisting and contorting her body with the prowess of a professional pole dancer, flipping herself upside down, the webline clamped between the hands she had placed behind her back, and her well-toned thighs as she slid down.
Returning your attention to Lord Regent, you reached for the tiny web sac that you created with Prowler’s help. The construct's web density was so great that it allowed you to trap his knockout within it. All it would take was for you to shrink Tossa and hit her with this stuff, and BAM! She’d be out cold!
You had to be careful, though. According to Callisto, Tossa was on the higher end of “Alpha Level”. Whatever that meant.
Apparently, it meant that she was pretty damn strong for a kid her age, and that she’d only get stronger as time went on. So failure wasn’t an option here.
(Cont.)