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Xavin screamed and leaped back. Back was away from the spiders. Back was... closer to other spiders. Screamed again, with a whimpering sound and swatted at arms and legs. "What the fuck?" "Spiders...why did it have to be spiders? Why couldn't it be butterflies or something cute..." Clea whispered looking paler than usual. One of the spiders started to approach as Clea moved back. "I am going to die..." "Not if I kill them first!" Alison, who had grabbed the closest large, heavy thing (a rather large and probably at least vaguely magical book), had sprung forwards with a rather manic gleam in her eye. "Get back here," she screamed, chasing a particularly quick spider across the room. The loud THUD of books repeatedly slamming into solid surfaces echoed through the room regularly. "Don't you run from me, you son of a bitch! I am Alison Motherfucking Blaire and I will not be made a fool of by spiders!" THUMP "These cards are the least of your goddamn problems! Your problem right now is a pissed off redhead with daddy issues as the smallest of her mental problems! Now stand still and let me kill you!" THWACK. Stephen blinked, a little taken aback by the fury displayed the petite redhead as the spiders advanced like an endless plague over the walls, the furniture, and the carpets swarming with the furry eight-legged monsters. The teenager had given up the ghost of restraint, weaving his hands through the air as he called on offensive spell after offensive spell tossing the magic around profligately leaving the dead and broken husks piled up. Yet still, they came. "You think Amanda will get too mad at us?" "No, she'll be so happy that we're not all dead that she'll hold a parade in your honor," Maya said, dodging a jumping spider before kicking it against the wall with a sharp turn. "Just keep squishing. Maybe they'll have all gone out or something and we can pretend none of this happened." |
