"What?"
"Cave Stalkers. They hunt in packs. Six to twelve usually."
"Usually?" Belle demanded.
"Sometimes more."
The clicking intensified.
I caught movement in my peripheral vision. Something pale and multi-legged scuttling along the wall thirty meters to our left. Then another on the ceiling. Then three more emerging from the darkness ahead.
They looked like someone crossed a spider with a scorpion and a mantis, then made the whole thing translucent and covered it in frost. Eight legs. Two massive pincers. A segmented tail with a barbed stinger that dripped something viscous and glowing. Each one was maybe four feet long not counting the tail.
Their eyes glowed pale blue. All sixteen of them fixed on us.
"Diamond formation," Misato barked. "Jace center position. Everyone else on the perimeter, eyes outward. They're going to hit us all at once."
"How do you—"
