[Staying frozen seems to work, as the spider noctaere only watches them from above, remaining as still as they are. So Tifa lowers her voice to just below a whisper that only Zidane should hear her.]
On my go, okay?
[Tifa's eyes focus on the spot where she had seen its eyes glint in the firelight, and takes a deep breath.]
Three, two, one... run!
[And she turns around and leaps back into the tunnel, hoping that Zidane isn't far behind, and she can hear the skittering of the spider's eight legs jolting after them, growing louder as they jump into the tight space. And from here, she can see its massive body coming around off the ceiling and to their level, a black fluid dripping its pincers and where its feet stand, pooling out from underneath it and burning away the rocky floor.
no subject
On my go, okay?
[Tifa's eyes focus on the spot where she had seen its eyes glint in the firelight, and takes a deep breath.]
Three, two, one... run!
[And she turns around and leaps back into the tunnel, hoping that Zidane isn't far behind, and she can hear the skittering of the spider's eight legs jolting after them, growing louder as they jump into the tight space. And from here, she can see its massive body coming around off the ceiling and to their level, a black fluid dripping its pincers and where its feet stand, pooling out from underneath it and burning away the rocky floor.
And now they're stuck.]
Don't let it touch you.