Speed and fighting spider legs

The whisper again coincided with another attack from the defending parahumans. A man, tall, with about two hundred spidery legs, each of which was at least ten feet long. He was fast, moving fluidly, his body twitching and jerking with the force and speed of the legs, almost a victim of how they relied on other legs for leverage while his body was at the fulcrum point.

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His legs speared toward me, some extending, narrowing.

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I used my aura to try to slow down the attackers. Good old fear. I twisted, fighting to get a bit of an upper hand, grabbing spider legs and swatting aside a dart by picking up a piece of rubble five feet to my left and swinging it.

Slick generated two globs of liquid metal, and let them droop down to the floor. Two lashes. He lifted one, and it reshaped itself, to curve and poise itself above him like a scorpion's tail. The other lash did the same to the left, parallel to the ground.

I crushed the concrete I'd used to bat aside the dart, then threw it. The lashes formed a shield. All I accomplished was shredding a few of the spider legs.

More legs stabbed out at me. I grabbed a few, tearing them out of the sockets.

The man shrieked in a childlike voice, thrashing in pain as he held hands to the parts where legs had torn out at the roots. The screaming was interrupted by him vomiting, presumably from the pain.

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