Crimson Mud Pit Scorpion excerpts

Excerpts from Crimson Mud detailing the injured Pit Scorpion in 07, as described in Crimson Mud ( Full text here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Y4tRW3ZzJWSbxk-XShZYhencDWPd7a5a/view?usp=sharing ):
Still dripping in digestive juices and with
some of its legs apparently broken by impact, the thing's body speaks of some kind of arachnid
superpredator with long and highly arched legs and massive scythe-like claws.
[...]
there's a loud screeching, crashing noise as the pit scorpion
effortlessly slices open the doorway with its claws as though it were paper, sending the glass, metal and
concrete of the doorway crashing down in a deafening crash as it clears its path. Before the dust has
even cleared the creature has started to move through the rubble and it appears to be visibly dragging
[...]
itself with an awkward limp, its broken limbs twitching as it hisses softly in pain and a trail of greenish-
white blood trails behind it and leaks from the broken joints.
[...]
Thunderous crashes resound from the parking
garage as the pit scorpion begins scything its way through cars as though they were made of
cardboard, searching for tender prey hidden among protective shells.
[...]
The beast is huge and hunched over as it
advances, barely able to hold itself up as it seems to wobble unsteadily, it appears to have lost another
of its legs that now ends in a ragged wound leaving it with only half its normal number and more of its
greenish white blood appears to be leaking from a handful of gunshot wounds in its torso, as well as
one of its claws badly maimed and the hinge broken presumably by shotgun blasts. Every few steps it
lets out a loud pained shrieking sound and as it approaches one of the fatally burned people laying on
the path screaming it pauses and lifts its head up high to howl mournfully at the sky with a sound
almost like screeching metal and then in one quick move bisects the man directly in front of it across
his chest with a quick snip of its massive claw.

Joe and Neveah avert their eyes but not quick enough to miss the man coming apart like a paper doll
attacked with a sharp pair of scissors. Both stand stunned, still and silent in the darkness as they can't
help but turn their eyes back to the pit scorpion. Moving like some grim executioner from one mortally
wounded park-goer to the next, painting its claw and the park pathways in a vivid panoply of colors
from the mixture of digested remnants, digestive juices, mud and gore as it ends each of them with a
single confident chop of its remaining working claw. It moves through the lights with a predatory
confidence despite its apparent injuries and pain and both Joseph and Neveah are able to make out
more details of it as they watch. Its leather-colored exoskeleton is covered in some kind of mottling
barely visible through the streaked digestive slime being gradually washed away by both the rain and
blood spray. It lacks any apparent eyes, its carapace covered from mouth to tail in what appear to be
some kind of softly glowing red and yellow spots.
[...]
The pit scorpion stops briefly in its path down the trail near Joseph and Neveah, pausing as its feelers
move through the air just a few feet from them like the probing hands of a blind man
[...]
the pit scorpion's attention is grabbed by the
groan of pain from a burnt victim laying on the path some distance away and it limps its way over
toward the target, it's tail swinging threateningly overhead.
Joe and Neveah watch as the creature's tail swings down like a sword stroke and takes the wounded
man's head off his shoulders with ease in a fountain of blood and then it continues on down the path,
now moving away from them to take out its pain on the wounded elsewhere.