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"Khechil, down!" Lisel skids to a halt and aims at the opening. The beetle doesn't hesitate to hurl himself backwards, catching the rat off guard and bowling him over. You sidestep out of the way.
A sharp acrid smell fills the air as Lisel sends a jet of acid into the hole in the wall, swinging it back and forth once at head height. The spray arcs into the dark, and several stars wink out. The spiders that had just started charging forwards get caught in the entry, and with only a few eyes left between them, tangle and fall. Blade tipped limbs flail about, some coming dangerously close to the be-netted prisoners.
With the rat catcher already starting to rise you don't have time to help, so you toss your chain knife. It thunks into the wood next to the net. "OI, watch it!" a mousy complaint comes out of the net, along with a hand that grasps the knife.
Kh'khechil is on his back, having a little trouble flipping over. Lisel is quickly pumping the pressure back up in her acid tank. The glass shard is in tiny pieces on the ground. The rat catcher is on his knees, coughing up some floor dust.
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