“Come on,” I muttered under my breath.
Blades speared out of slots all over his body, some of which I hadn’t even guessed were present.
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Then he began spinning furiously, every body part rotating the individual blades with enough force that webs were cut before they could be secured in place.
Well, this is unfortunate.
Different tactic. This time, the swarm took its time passing over him, thirty or forty spiders working at a time, their work relentless, ceaseless. Each spider cut the threads so they drifted down like strings in the wind.
Niiice.
Falling gently instead of being stretched taut, they would drape over the spinning blades, attach to other trailing silk, and form a looser cloud.
I’d anticipated this.
…of course she did. Good job!
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