he can influence males, too, with other emotions. But yeah, that's the main problem.The problem of Heartbreaker is not face to face - just send in an all male team for that. The problem is he's a fire and forget master who can keep sending in women with all their faculties intact but who love him enough to kill and die for him.
I must have missed this, where was it stated that his power is sex-selective? I thought he could mindfrell anyone. Is it love for women and fear for men? 'Cause that makes his trigger-inducing psychic torture all the more creepy, what with Cherish (and given her cape-name, kinda makes sense).*he can influence males, too, with other emotions. But yeah, that's the main problem.
We don't know if the power is sex-selective, but we know he used it to terrorize and manipulate Regent when he was a little boy. My guess is that he can inspire many emotions in all kind of people but uses his Undying Love Mindrape mostly on women for the very simple reason that he's heterosexual.I must have missed this, where was it stated that his power is sex-selective? I thought he could mindfrell anyone. Is it love for women and fear for men? 'Cause that makes his trigger-inducing psychic torture all the more creepy, what with Cherish (and given her cape-name, kinda makes sense).*
*Were one of low wit, one might indicate that it game a whole new meaning to the phrase "Trigger Warning", ZING!
This is a fantastic moment. One of the stronger pieces of the whole series, IMHO.Worm said:It was me, crawling through a window. That would be from the night I retaliated against Tagg. Odd, seeing how the bugs moved in coordination with me. When I turned my head in the video, the orientation of every bug in the swarm changed in the same moment.
All around me, PRT employees were howling in pain, their cries silenced by the lack of an audio feed. Either the camera hadn’t picked it up, or Glenn had muted it. They thrashed. One reached for me, for the me on the screen, and I could see how I moved out of the way without even glancing at him. The swarm concealed me at the same time, briefly obscuring the Skitter in the video from both the man on the ground and the security camera. When it parted, she had shifted two or three feet to the left. A simple step to one side in the half-second she couldn’t be seen, but it misled the eyes.
And I couldn’t remember doing it. I’d never consciously added the trick to my repertoire.
“If you told me that girl was a member of the Slaughterhouse Nine,” Glenn said, “I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash.”
It was like hearing my voice played back to me, but it was compounded over several levels. The movements, the movements of the swarm, it wasn’t familiar to me.
The head turned towards the security camera for a moment, and I could see the yellow eyes of my lenses in the midst of the thick black swarm.