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Goddamn it, she’s up top. Those fucking things love to climb.
Makes sense — it gives them an edge the People don’t have in that
environment. All legs and webs and surprises hid at an angle just beyond
your vision.
It smells like all hell up there, and God only knows what she’s been
doing. There isn’t a perfect English translation for the smell. Kaggath.
The closest I can come is to say it smells warm and wet, but those
aren’t really smells as normal people would know them.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter. That Azlu bitch’s guts are coming out
one way or another.
So we take the bait. We get up top. And up there, we find—
— nothing. Jack shit. She snarls and spits at us and over the side
she goes, down the column and over the edge.
The pack goes berserk. She’s fucking with us, we all think. Everybody
howls, everybody takes the Gauru form. We go over the wall,
too, screaming and barking and ready to bring an almighty ass-kicking
to the spider.
And we jump right into their webs. A dozen Azlu, waiting for us,
chelicerae clicking.
They’re hungry.
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