This was no longer going the way they had hoped. No sooner had they gotten hold of the girls, there were more bright lights and their hunt was in danger of being for naught. While one girl (Claudine) had done the bulk of their work when she passed out, the other (Bernie) was fighting back. The acromantulas who’d been on her were blasted backward before they knew what was happening.

Blasts were coming from what seemed like all directions. And then it happened. The explosion that sent innards flying outward. Claudine was released post explosion and the spiders who were spared shrieked as they retreated, both in horror and distress at the loss of their own.

The night was filled with the loud cries of the acromantulas. Their anger. Their fear. One went at the man who managed to steal back one of their prey and managed to get his pincers around Trent in a vice grip. But, before it could wrench the arm away by the shoulder, it too exploded.

“Retreeeaaat.” One called. This was no longer worth it. Their numbers could not stand to be reduced further.