[Quentin tuts through the Summerian shield spell again, a drop of blood sliding down from his nose as he holds it despite the spirits slamming in to it.
Whatever it is, it's big. Too many legs and not enough eyes. Like a spider, if a spider was larger than a Buick and had another spider taped to its back.
Only when he's sure, absolutely sure, that everyone is inside and safe, does he drop it and lean back against the door as its slammed shut.]
Thanks.
[He wipes the blood away and grins. Adrenaline pounding through his veins.]
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Whatever it is, it's big. Too many legs and not enough eyes. Like a spider, if a spider was larger than a Buick and had another spider taped to its back.
Only when he's sure, absolutely sure, that everyone is inside and safe, does he drop it and lean back against the door as its slammed shut.]
Thanks.
[He wipes the blood away and grins. Adrenaline pounding through his veins.]
You, too.