From somewhere in the foliage high above, Gregorias calls out. It would take a very keen ear to place where the voice comes from, and like a ghost amongst the trees he begins to stalk the fleeing spider.

"One of them is getting away. He's mine."
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Using my reflexive move each tick to close the distance with the fleeing spider. I'll give him the business end of my weapon when it's my turn again.