[ Allison's arrow catches it in one limb, knocking it back for Dean's rounds to catch it between its many eyes. A crackling cry sounds out through its pincers, but it dwindles as the creature shrivels, legs curling beneath it. Coiled up on itself, it looks hardly the size of a bean bag chair—one with an arrow sticking out at an angle, that is.
Silence fills the hall for a beat before shouting comes from inside the shuttle bay. The words themselves are indistinguishable from out here, but the voice belongs to a woman. ]
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Silence fills the hall for a beat before shouting comes from inside the shuttle bay. The words themselves are indistinguishable from out here, but the voice belongs to a woman. ]