Arms swinging in wide fluid arcs, and legs running in long strides, he shot out with a crazed look in his eyes. His face was almost purple- and his eyes were puffed out as he tore into the nothern grasslands. He was running so fast, his feet hardly seemed to touch the floor at all.
Monica's gaze drifted away from him and tensed when she saw it.
Behind him, the Black Widow emerged from the mouth of the cave- furry, black, and wobbling dangerously fast despite its eight legs. The muscles around her buccal cavity loosened, causing her jaw to drop. The creature was monstrous. Its three black eyes were stacked in a triangle above his mouth, and they glistened with an unnatural intelligence.
Face flushed, she watched its eight legs- long, curved, hairy and black. They moved in perfect cohesion, carrying its weighty hairy frame, almost gliding- chasing after Tayshaun who was fleeing like a Neanderthal, heading south, away from her location- away from the cave.
