It took long minutes for us to get there. I could hear faint rumbles of the ongoing battle and Bonesaw’s humming. It was all I could do to keep breathing. It was like my body had forgotten how, and it demanded my constant attention to maintain that simple rhythm.
This sounds like it would feel similar to drowning to some extent. Not that I’ve tried that.
With the aid of her spiders, she stacked us like logs. Ballistic and Trickster went on the bottom.
Pfft.
I couldn’t even grunt as the spiders leveraged me onto the pile alongside Tattletale. I stared down at the mask of the third person below us.
That makes it sound like it’s not Sundancer. Parian, perhaps?
Imp. She’d got Imp.
Oh.
Welp.
Guess we know what happened to her, then. 
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