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KATE ( everyтнιɴɢ ιѕ αweѕoмe ) BISHOP ([personal profile] quivers) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2018-11-24 06:39 pm (UTC)

and yourself clearly

[ Oh, great, she thinks. This is how I die. Not with a bang, but jabbed in the heart by gross, hairy, spider legs.

Well, sorry, Mr. Spider, but she ain't having it. With practiced muscle memory, she nocks the arrow at the end of her fingers, letting it stretch out the bow string until she loosens her hold on it. It flies fast, and if she had the intent, she could have shot it straight into the heart of that creature.

Instead, the arrow whizzes past its rounded head, close enough for the sound of a loud swoosh to echo, before it pierces firmly into the bark of a nearby tree.

She doesn't waste time in setting up a second shot, reading another arrow back on the bow, her stare as sharp as the arrow itself. ]
That was a warning, buddy! Give me a hint you've got Peter alive in some gross web cocoon somewhere and the next one doesn't go right into your heart.

[ Do spiders have heart? They have to, right? She blows in animal biology, but she does have the experience to know some creatures have enough intelligence to understand human communication to some extent, especially if they're deformed like this. ]

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