[He's definitely right in that because when the spider feels his daggers pierce its back, it rears on all eight legs, kicking some and almost hitting Tifa with them. It shoots a web in any which direction hoping it will land, but it melts away the cave wall instead. And from where he's impaled it, black liquid begins to ooze out, smoking and corrosive, dripping over its body.
Tifa lands a kick in its face, the sole of her boot landing squarely over all eight of its eyes, and she sends it flying backwards—hopefully not with Zidane still on its back!—where she'll trap it against the wall of the narrow tunnel.]
Hit it with your best shot.
[Dreamotion magic is what they need to take care of it, right?
Small little lights appear all around the spider, and one by one, they begin to pop and explode like tiny fireworks near its head, stunning it momentarily.]
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Tifa lands a kick in its face, the sole of her boot landing squarely over all eight of its eyes, and she sends it flying backwards—hopefully not with Zidane still on its back!—where she'll trap it against the wall of the narrow tunnel.]
Hit it with your best shot.
[Dreamotion magic is what they need to take care of it, right?
Small little lights appear all around the spider, and one by one, they begin to pop and explode like tiny fireworks near its head, stunning it momentarily.]