Skitter

Had I? Not wholly consciously. I'd set up the string, but how much of that was intentional? Was it habit, now, to have a measure on hand when dealing with any weapon?

I focused on the swarm, focused on the cords and threads that traced the room. One in the doorway, one at each of Phir Sē's feet, just waiting for me to finish the deal and bind him. Others extended between us, spiders poised to cut the threads or tie them, as the situation demanded.

The passenger, or was it me, being wary?

"I guess I did," I said. I made the spiders cut the threads between us.

[...]

My heart was still pounding, my mouth dry, and it wasn't just the Phir Sē thing, or the teleporter. The passenger.

- Crushed 24.4