Spawner- Death

He hopped down and waded into darkness, trusting it to make him even more silent in his movements.  He watched for every and any tell.  There was no Captain Claw to give him away, now.

He leaped, pouncing.

She twisted, one arm wrapped around the ladder, one leg dropping from a dangling position to rest on the rung and anchor her further.  The stump,  pointed his way, and the blast that erupted was wider and blunter.  It consumed ninety-five percent of him.

“Leister!  Claw!  Usher!” the Black Goat called out.  “We’re going!”

They abandoned him.  He was their heavy hitter, their unstoppable force.  Bitterness seized him, percolating through what was left of his brain and saturating everything that brain housed.
...

Spawner saw the group patrolling to look for his children, killing them wherever they were found.  They drew steadily nearer to him.

One locked eyes with the fragment of his head that rested on a forklift seat.

That was enough.  He was dead and done for.  He closed his eyes and waited for the killing blow.

- Ward, Interlude 15.z