[It's taking Blake a lot of effort to stay on his feet. These things just keep coming, and everyday he taps on somebody's shoulder to give them a charge, it takes something out of him.]
[The gunshot grabs his attention like a dogwhistle.]
[That one kid, Mack, is yelling and firing bullets out of thin air. Blake notices that at about the same second he sees the low thing with too many legs crawling up behind him.]
Kid! Look out!
[As soon as it's out of his mouth, Blake is running over so he can stomp the thing in the middle of its back. It makes an inhuman screech as it crumples.]
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[The gunshot grabs his attention like a dogwhistle.]
[That one kid, Mack, is yelling and firing bullets out of thin air. Blake notices that at about the same second he sees the low thing with too many legs crawling up behind him.]
Kid! Look out!
[As soon as it's out of his mouth, Blake is running over so he can stomp the thing in the middle of its back. It makes an inhuman screech as it crumples.]