Then everything went to shit in a hurry.
Doc shifted his grip on the litter, and took a half step, preparing to run. Before he could even shift his weight from the other foot, one of the antennae lashed out like a whip, catching him in the chest and making him stagger. Still holding the other end of the litter, I tried to fumble for one of my guns, and the other one swished toward me and swiped across my forehead. It stung, but not like I'd expected; It was more like getting snapped with a rubberband than an attack. The creature instantly started zipping toward us, it's massive pincers levering wide open, and the myriad tendrils on each twitching spastically.
Then Chasity let rip a burst of fire, directly into the sextet of mandibles between the pincers, as Doc recovered. I twisted, getting ready to get out of there, letting Chasity cover our retreat again, as much as it galled me to do so. The centibeast reared up and let loose with a shrill warbling noise as the burst of bullets ripped into the soft tissue inside its mouth. Then both antennae lashed toward Chasity, tapping her a few times before withdrawing and drawing another burst of fire from her in response.
That was when we found out what the spur on its head was for. The pincers slammed shut, and the head came back down, orienting directly at Chasity. Before any of us could react, a stream of slime, exactly the same shade as the puddles all around, shot out at Chasity. In the instant before it hit here, I had time to think she was a dead woman, but she threw up her arm and lunged to the side, just in time for the stream to miss her. Almost.
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