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SHAPES LOOMED IN THE front of Fluppit’s Air-sense. She was going to need options fast, would there be something from the cave spider she could salvage?
“Chak-chak”
She whipped her head back. Too fast. He brains were still turning. Her face started to feel buzzy, her hands tingled. Where was the knife? Shreds, had she dropped it? She got awkwardly to her knees and started to scrabble round. She couldn’t feel anything in her Air-sense anymore. She thrashed her hands desperately on the sticky floor of the pipe, with pins and needles raging in her fingers, she surprised herself when she found the blade. She grabbed for it reflexively, scarce able to hold it with increasingly numb hands. It was the last thing she remembered.
