[It does, only barely, and she manages to dodge away just in time for it to shoot another. Tifa rushes back towards the entrance of the hallway they'd just come from, and fire erupts from her hands to give them a little bit of light now that they're without it. She can see it above, its pincers clicking and its eight eyes reflecting the fire back at them, but it's stopped moving, as if the light itself is something that it's afraid of.
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We need to get it down somehow. Lure it off the ceiling.
[With a glance behind her, she looks knowingly in Zidane's direction.]
Down this way?
[They might back themselves into a dangerous corner, but it's the only way to get it within reach.]
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We need to get it down somehow. Lure it off the ceiling.
[With a glance behind her, she looks knowingly in Zidane's direction.]
Down this way?
[They might back themselves into a dangerous corner, but it's the only way to get it within reach.]