[The Drifter contemplates the crates silently, eyes narrowed to curious slits. Then, they dart forward in an abrupt flare of motion that reduces them to a purpled blur, crossing the stretch of beach and into the shallow waters. When the water's reached their waist, the salt stinging at their skin beneath their clothing, the Drifter dashes, clearing the space between themself and one of the crates in question in the blink of an eye.
They end up balanced atop the thing as it bobs there in the waves, sure-footed despite the occasional sputter that still shakes at their shoulders.
The Drifter glances back up to the spider woman from across the way. What next?]
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They end up balanced atop the thing as it bobs there in the waves, sure-footed despite the occasional sputter that still shakes at their shoulders.
The Drifter glances back up to the spider woman from across the way. What next?]