*Mordred nods. A moment later the spider comes bursting into the clearing where the hunters are getting their kits together and latches onto one. The unlucky human screams as spider-Mordred wraps him up tightly.*
(That's one. Who wants ta be next?) *Far too many beady eyes stare at a man who's reaching for his gun, eight long legs tearing it from his grasp. The other hunters flee mindlessly as the would-be gunman loses his weapon and a few of his fingers.* (Ooh, snacks!)
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Date: 2018-01-26 06:20 pm (UTC)From:(That's one. Who wants ta be next?) *Far too many beady eyes stare at a man who's reaching for his gun, eight long legs tearing it from his grasp. The other hunters flee mindlessly as the would-be gunman loses his weapon and a few of his fingers.* (Ooh, snacks!)