[Jon tenses, ready for whatever will come at the click. And grips onto Algric as the explosion goes off. A wave of heat and pressure taking the room as the Spider is propelled back, away from the momentum. Something in his chest goes tight, catching his breath in his throat even as the bits of spider gore sail through the room and the bulk of its mass fall to the depths outside his heart.
He almost doesn't want to break the silence that follows. The other small spiders having stopped what they were doing to wait. To see. Only when Jon lifts his head do they all begin to scuttle away, running from the noise and the heat as the bits of recording tape from Jon's scars are burning up. No flame, but scorching from the ends unnoticed.]
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He almost doesn't want to break the silence that follows. The other small spiders having stopped what they were doing to wait. To see. Only when Jon lifts his head do they all begin to scuttle away, running from the noise and the heat as the bits of recording tape from Jon's scars are burning up. No flame, but scorching from the ends unnoticed.]
Tim?