It let out a high-pitched whine, its head whipping toward Carrion, and Fisher spat out a curse. “Don't move, Swift.” “What the hell are you talking about!” Carrion called back. “I'm one hundred percent going to move.” “Stay the fuck where you are,” Fisher growled. “It can't see or hear you. It tracks movement.” “But—” “You move, you die,” Fisher barked. “Okaaaayyyy.” Lorreth pressed his back to the wall, clutching Avisiéth to his chest. “I fucking hate spiders,” he said.
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