[Hopefully Thay has some insurance against collateral damage. Taking care of the spider is more important than trying not to hit the stalls, either way— as long as there are no civilians hurt, Blake is going to consider this successful if they manage to take the spider down for good. She ducks reflexively as 2B's pod opens fire, nodding even as she begins to reconfigure her weapon and proceeds to scan the area for slightly higher ground.
Perfect.
The hail of bullets stops, and she runs to scale and swing herself up onto the roof of one of the stalls, one foot braced against its support while the other precariously leaves part of her weight on the awning. Sliding the dust cartridge into place, she draws in a sharp breath as she takes aim, but there's still a chance the spider itself could spring upwards again.
Better not to take that chance.]
2B, pin it down!
[Her sword is the perfect tool for the job, right?]
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Perfect.
The hail of bullets stops, and she runs to scale and swing herself up onto the roof of one of the stalls, one foot braced against its support while the other precariously leaves part of her weight on the awning. Sliding the dust cartridge into place, she draws in a sharp breath as she takes aim, but there's still a chance the spider itself could spring upwards again.
Better not to take that chance.]
2B, pin it down!
[Her sword is the perfect tool for the job, right?]